Текст песни Chubb Rock -  Games We Play   
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[Chubb Rock] 
All attention to all of the, lyrical swigs 
Whether you studio switch or you`re, synching a gig 
Yes!  I address to all the known known factors 
Where you slave to the rhythm of con-troling the masters 
I. Smythe, whether you drive a Benz or a bike 
Whether you straight hit or you go strictly Dyke 
Dick Van, no drugs I only snort Dristan 
And I point to the sister, and yes I can can 
A, gangsta lean get funky like a latrine and 
lyrics scream deep into the +Roots+ like Ben Vereen 
Rockin, the Apple, since the Mayor were (?) 
I smacked double platinum, or hit gold watch 
I`ll achieve, notoriety just like (?) 
Squad squeeze, but they can mingle with the breeze 
But hey, parlay - you don`t know my way 
These are the games we play.. 
 
[Chorus] 
Hey, hey, hey (hey hey) 
These are the games we play 
"I don`t know what else to say" -> Biggie Smalls 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Chubb Rock] 
Journalists script shit, that gets me kind of pissed 
No real award given to the, funkiest hits and 
lyrics get prolific and, kids start to sip it 
Esophagus start bulge, specific and centrific 
Get a dollar, if I sell more than the group Abba 
The Source critics still want to diss my yabba, dabba-da-doo 
The pulse that revived the crash crew 
If I`m rockin, on the ra-a-adio eww 
Why they, can`t downgrade but if they try 
I rock from Brooklyn to that Crooked-Letter-I 
I, my temper, I remember starts to boil 
The (? ?) but happy that the heads stayed loyal 
The groove hits the ground from the maker of "Get Down" 
Peace love and all that shit plus five pound 
Buy hey, parlay - you don`t know my way 
These are the games we play.. 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Chubb Rock] 
Mo hits the beat then Chubb handles the rappin 
The un-thinkable flow is fly plus extra napkins 
And the girls `pon Flatbush look stush without my googles 
And look as they squint then I blink push up the throttle 
I, meet this to eat this I, leave this to Beavis 
If I wanna smoke ya spliff I might get, stiffer than penis 
Oooh, I had to go and rip your whole crew 
with freeze love ran land butt rub and blue ooh 
dippi - dippi dip on you 
With all my niggaz and squads and the, funkiest jew 
Ar-tistic lift it start the trend to the phonics 
And, funk all pure lyrics that turn to alcoholics 
Ghetto tales, start to prevail the shit 
Whether you`re East West Miami bass Blood or Crip 
But hey, hey, you don`t know my way 
These are the games we play.. 
 
[Chorus] - 4X