Текст песни GAME, THE - Special
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Текст песни GAME, THE - Special
(Ahh manhey gamedont tell me you love her)I mean I like the bitchI dont love her(Next thing you knowyour gonna be( )all bo buud upwith her and shitFuck That)[CHORUS] X2Girl i do it anythingi make you feel specialman its easy to seeyour special to mewhether we loversor friendswe'll always bei want you to knowyour special[Game (Verse 1) ]L-A-X to JFKthats where it all happenedcaught you walkin out that Gucci storeIn Manhattani was in chains and cuffsyou was with your girlsi was in that aftermath chainyou was in pearlsit was me against the worldbabygurl, you had dreams of stardomthe prince of Comptonmeets the Queen of HarlemFirst date at Mr. Child'sit was culture our culturela perla, gucci, louie, fendi, prada, dolcarunning circles in my livin roomtearing up sofasmaclaren or roverfuck it maalets tear up the highwaylet the sprewells spintill the plates fall offthen we can go one on oneat Dre's housejeans painted wit the waist cut outyou rock em the flywaythat little bit of comptonmixed with bedsty wayand girl im not trying to excite youim trying to wife youbamboo earring, white air nike yeah!![CHORUS] X2[Verse 2]i like your stylei like the way you movethe way you talkthe way you smilethe way you swinginthem hips when you walkthe way you lookthe way you ridewhen you workin them thighsthe way you lickin your lipswhen you look in my eyesyou down for meim down for youyou go down on mei go down on youi wanna do all the thingsthat your man wont doim from tha hoodso i know how to handle youkeep you in pink rocksand g-unit canvas shoesshow you how to gangsta leanwhen the lambo movei take you to new york cityatlanta tooshow you how to fly them birdsand them hammers doand you know...[CHORUS] X2[VERSE 3]let me tell you about the birds and b'show i stand on the block all dayand flip birds and keysyour boyfriend dont like mecuz he dont get a fourth from my cheeseand you can take bak the porche and his keyshop in the range roveryou aint gotta force him to leavei got a chrome .44in my jeansyou got gucci framescovering the mark on your facecuz he dont want you to leaveand i dont want you to staysometimes i wannasnatch that nigga out his CLKi know he treatin youthe way KC did Mary J.i wanna ease your painkick off your louie sandalslet me wipe your tearswith my G-Unit bandanayou make me wannapeal you out them jeanswhen you rockin themits me and my girlfriendlike 2 PAC and themJay- Z and Beyonceor Bobby and Whitneywe the '05 Bonnie and ClydeFeel Me!