Lyrics:
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling
But this ain't no ball game and I ain't got no bat
And all y'all niggas small change,
I am the king of the rappin' thing
But love, is really my game
And when it comes, to gettin' the finest chicks
I put all the other rappers
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
changes, the more it stays the same
And the hand just re-arranges the players in the game
Oh, I had a dream
It seemed I stood alone
And the veil of all
Teflon on wrapped around my chest
I do it tha best ya heard I do it tha best
Tuck da nine by my spine all the time
Stunt when I want a dead nigga fuck
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
feeling it too
Can we keep up with the ruse?
Ah ah (hey)
B-bodies all through my house
I know this story by heart
Jack and Jill got fucked up
They came to ask him for a least some new tracks
But only got confronted by the beast with two backs
Knock, Mouse is a made man
Villain laid it down
reputation
Do it, do it, do it do it, do it, do it
I'm thinkin' of today's sound and
How it all changed to hear it on the radio
No longer in the game
Videos
huh)
Couple rappers cool but most of them are fucking weird though (uh huh)
Tried to let my beard grow
Made it to Malaysia
Shootin 16's like a king
machine,
Sitting on top, on top of the world.
Oh, General Motors and IBM.
AFL-CIO and all the king's men.
When I began the game,
See me singing
the data
I listen up for the snakes or the baby rattle
I play the shadows, don't play no games, I straight get at 'em
I'm on the chronic all day like it's
suffocate cats, I rape tracks, all of this is late facts
I wished from the stove, it came, yes
Porsche racin' with Scottish pitts
Best fly rum in the world
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
what I know then you know I ain't playin'
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
Possessed by the streets you
Bitch gave me an extra life, like, "Take this"
Now get your ass back in that game, bitch
Don't take shit for granted, and don't take shit, give it
that blah-blah, that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain't no way
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
and to the seven
I once was told that all Doggs go to Heaven
Well, how ya been? Where ya been and what it look like?
My game trump tight especially when it bump
on it
Chinese Queen, Parasuco jeans on her
Rock long jeans, known for throwing blings on her
I stay king, by any means, scream on it nigga
Come on, let's
ordered one last round
He said I guess we can't complain
God made life a gamble
And we're still in the game
So here's to all the soldiers
Who have
final regular season game
Of course Jack Nicholson's there
Kobe also became the oldest player to score sixty in a game
By some five years, and left
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