tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision You reach and I'll put a dot
tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen When Im changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision For reachin I'll put a dot
sam say, Okay, let's parlay. Ease on down the project block and make some noise, Wake up the neighborhood pumpin' beats, it's all good. Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the project
face of the Earth by the GP click Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter The non fiction, number one bestseller Project
t learn to lean They gold cups missing stones, turning green I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good [Hook] [Verse Two] God was in a good mood, on the day he made me I'm from the projects
to H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot
on me, is that necessary? Do I, to you, look like a lame Who don't understand a broad with a mean shoot game Who's up on dot dot dot and Vera Wang Ma
_ Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell I got this indian squaw the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather She said
Weh yuh deh pon? Warminister! Ha ha? Dem fi know, Yeah! Game! fuck wid dem. [Verse 1 - The Game] Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallway in the projects
H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot
rhymes on the even, off the odd Fresh off the pod, I got the gifted place What you need to taste up in your face Straight with no chase, move on and on We splicin projects
O-N-Y-X Where my niggas? Get rowdy, throw up your techs You wanna bang then bang, nigga throw your set Onyx reppin' for the hood, every project That's
, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot
gonna be late, work starts at 8 I check my watch and it's 8:03 Finally I arrive at the j-o-b I get to my desk, what's this mess? New projects? I'm already
fuck with bammer You only fuck with chron', be poppin Cris Don You rockin Big John's, your watch is glistenan You ain't watchin the Pistons inside your dot