him quiver I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame But I ain't the one to get fucked in the game Fucked in the game A to the muthafuckin' Z so
Tradução: Spice 1. Follada en el juego.
steel make him quiver I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame But I ain't the one to get fucked in the game Fucked in the game [VERSE 2] A to the
learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California
, sugar and spice (Right.) Told her my name was Brother Marquis You know my reputation, hoe, I'm just a freak She said, Marquis, I know your game Heard
tickets I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed I get the cash and dash and never learn to read So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya know Because
region recognize game, game recognize game. Can't be no bigga pimp than me nigga. [chorus x2] 360 degrees of game, talkin bout game, talkin bout game
Ever Ever Smoking Crack Never Ever Ever Fucking Wack I Eat The Fuckin' Pineapple Now & Laters Listen To Me Now, Don't Listen To Me Later Fuck It 'Cause I Know I Didn't Make It Fuckin
finest clothes And your grill is shining As you're driving down the street of gold But you can't blame me if I set dis stage on fire [Verse 1:] Mama
And now they callin' on the government To try and make somebody quiet For the bullshit they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun
that was right there, When I had a couple ends No Fuckin Benz, No Fuckin House , Just a fucking Couch, So shut Yo Fuckin Mouth, Before I zip it up, Say Fuck Rap Fuck
the set, who did I see? A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his head And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should
game, bitch pray when the bullets rain, fuck the fame Come on [Chorus x3] [Abel talking] Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane. American Meat, '99 nigga. Any nigga that fuck
Member when your pussy Second husband tried to beat ya Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleaver He aint give a fuck i aint give a fuck
a physically tear it up Another G with a glock givin' a fuck about a cop I do my talkin' with a 12-gauge buckshot Like Spice 1 I'm just a giggity-giggity
nigga before you get on stage And watch him standing in the crowd still cheering you and shit I'm nice y'all, like gretzky and ice ball Wanna fuck scary spice
game, bitch pray when the bullets rain, fuck the fame Come on Chorus x3 (Abel talking) Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane. American Meat, '99 nigga. Any nigga that fuck
