get ya game up [Chorus: B.G] Get ya game up Nigga get ya game up If it cost less than 10 then put that chain up Get ya game up Nigga get ya game up If
Tradução: BG. Get Ya Juego Cruzado.
get ya game up [Chorus: B.G] Get ya game up Nigga get ya game up If it cost less than 10 then put that chain up Get ya game up Nigga get ya game up
for me, start in yo bitch dreams Thats why I'm 20 feet tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get green, my flow sickening, It's the King nigga! [Chorus - B.o.B
come clean like a shape up, So I guess I give the game a tape up, But everybody gunna feel the need to say sum, But can't speak up whenever you face em
blade come clean like a shape up So guess I got a game of tape up But errybody gotta feel the need to say summin But can't speak up whenever you face
standing on the big screen Get dough, get green, my flow sickening, It's the King n-gga! [Chorus: B.o.B] [Playboy Tre:] Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, n-gga Ya
razor Blade come clean like a shape up So guess I got a game of tape up But errybody gotta feel the need to say summin But can't speak up whenever you
razor Blade come clean like a shape up So guess I got a game of tape up But errrbody gotta feel the need to same some Can't speak up whenever you face
between limbs Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame F-A-B-O
huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh! They call me G-H-E-T-T-O Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing
pinebox Leave your head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up jiggas Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on
bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cause Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya
up work when I put Yayo in the bag Fuck is you rhyming about? You 30, just getting in the game, you should be trying to get out You it's drama when the llama get
me slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
get rid of your best so None of 'em best show, ridin in stress mode 'less they got petrol, pushin that Benz slow Pick up the Game, let's count some cash Then we, get
bruised ribs Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his Cuz Bloods gonna get ya Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya