easy not pimpin' ain't Weezy Got too many bloods I could never be anemic You know my motto put it in the air And I fuck with the game like a true player
It ain't Hard Enough Throw On Stove And Sold? Mixed in, Started Up, break It Down, rock It Up Looked This Shit A lot films on my block but it's not enough
: (Game Talking) Put you're lighters up if you want to Pull you're muthafuckin' Dodger caps over you're muthafuckin' eyes Til' you can't see shit I want
, L.A.X niggas... yeahhh... Y'all know who the fuck I am... I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear, Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where
Air Force 2's and the White Sox... Fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead. Yeah, it's the
that muthafuckin' N.W.A. I got a lot of love fo' Dre No Dre beats on da Album But it ain't no love loss nigga, thats ma nigga We do it fo' da muthafuckin
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
day same snitch ain't nothin' good in the hood He'd run away from New York and never come back if he could [Chorus - The Game] Hate it or love it the
won't even miss you. [The Game:] Pop rubber bands when I throw a stack, Before it hit the ground she throw it back. When I make it rain that's chump
we got half way through watching Ray I hit, I layed her down, Beat it up, Let her go clean it up, Take a five minute nap wake up and eat it but, Then
Game) Yah mon!!! JR!!! Sean Kingston yuh know (Ross!) (*And the doctor's advocate) Beluga Heights! (*Let's go) [Chorus: Sean Kingston] (The Game) Miami
, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldn't see it Scarface, king of New York, I wanna be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary
: [The Game] Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes If the Navi outside, I might be there Black
.D. real nervous Cause they know I'm packin heat under the Willie Mays jersey Nigga, it ain't nuttin for me to empty a clip Or wave my guns in the air
: It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex
you gon' be like Big, a dead +Bad Boy+ [Chorus] [The Game] Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
: [The Game] (State your name gangsta) The Game (Where you from nigga?) Westcoast (You gon' hold it down?) We always do around this time [The Game]
wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game time [Game] You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it