to kno his name Harlem But my fans call him baby game Before his birth I was against all odds in the streets Me and, micheal,face dodging police My baby momma play games
Tradução: El Juego. Alrededor de la Vía.
find your own way Hey! Don't turn around Is there anything left to believe in? Go and find your own way Hey! Get out of this town Don't turn around Get
: I get around to singing about That gang of gin I'm in Then you'll know most certainly The kind of game I'm in You sound around to swinging about The
need nobody but my god damn self I don't need nobody but my god damn self Since I been in dis game It's been like a ceilin fan What comes around goes around
didnt have Hustle plus muscle equal success, I did the math! I see these haters in passing, yeah they ?round I be on the way up, they be on the way down
better half. I'm already bossin', already flossin'. But why I have the cake if it ain't got the sweet frostin'? (yep yep yep yep). Keepin' me on my A game
even connive to get it Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted for Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it I walk around covered in ice like
half. I'm already bossin', already flossin'. But why I have the cake if it ain't got the sweet frostin'? (yep yep yep yep). Keepin' me on my A game (what
whip I was laughing in the Bentley when the stop-light changed Thought I just might but 5-0 flipped the game She looked at me as I made my way As I rolled
of them I got the lean on the "J" now it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass just
But these niggas with me be eager to show they Mack 10s And I'm the one the PO's stay trackin Plus I got all these ducks around the ol' way quackin These
my rolex watch And I can't do the time that my rolex got And like the hands on the clock, I went this way, thatta way Ran around the corner, and that'
eat it, We some freaks I don't mean to be conceited, But he can't eat it the way dat I eat it girl, You know I ain't playin, [Game:] I know 50 can't
the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor Navigate my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe Harlem way to Queensbidge
the city of (angels) Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel) She takes me high, she will always be my (angel) [Verse 2: The Game] Th-the way that
: (feat. Chrisette Michele) Yeah, Scott Storch [The Game] Yo I'm hoping out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both