Текст песни Lil` Flip f Bun B, Young Buck - Game Over 12"
Lil` Flip f Bun B, Young Buck - Game Over 12" слова песни
[Intro]Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (Hahahahaha)(wooo)Game Over, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeahGame Over, (yeah, the remix)The remix, the remix, the remixClover geeeeees in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho)We got G-unit it the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho,)UGK in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho)It`s Lil` Flip, Young Buck and Bun B holla at em`[Young Buck]My Chain hanging twenty fo`s on my escalde and…I Smoke so much a lot of people might think I`m a jamacianI know just where to take em` straight to the dirty dirtyWhere Bun come from, and Lil` Flip flip them birdie birdiesMe and Banks Bank heading out in ATL50 riding with me blowing sticky down in cashvilleWe keep the club crunk ya`ll know how we do itNow let me see you stomp (stomp) in your G-unitsThey say I`m dressed like a thug, they won`t let me inSecurity better move or get up on my level thenThe hood in here, where they at, (here we go buck)Now let`s buy the bar and drink till we throw up[Chorus](Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over)[Lil` Flip]Lil` Flip is in the building, oh boy (oh boy)Ah shit I had to do a remixI got a thousand dollar shirt, plus three hundred dollar kicksI know you mad cause your gal love my voice (ooooooo)I know you mad I`m on the cover of the source (nooooooo)I take fifteen minutes to drop a track boyYou ain`t know I got Houston tatted on my back boyI be in Philly with "Beans", I be with "50" in queensI be in Houston with Bun, I keep a gunFrom the crack game, to the rap gameBut my main goal is to try to stack changeI`m number one on the charts you at the bottom boyCause if you drop when I drop, it`s a problem boyI got kicks for days, I move bricks and hazeI`m big pimping like "Jay" we choppin` bladesAnd clover gees on top of my chainWhen I die put a crown on top of my name, holla(now who they want)(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) (now who they want)[Chorus][Bun B]It`s the king of the underground, the king of the thrillIn that candy Cadillac with pinky ring on the wheelDiamonds against the wood, southern side stuntingAnd it`s nothing for Bun B to come down on them bustasI saw your rims fool, the spinners but they not dammitSee that`s that half ass hustling, let`s not have itYou wanna ball with the best, just go ball with the restGot more TV`s in my car then best buyYou can just cry, your crew or a takeoverMy nine` will give you a new grill like extreme makeoverDo this Pimp C, come home we move the fake overTo lame over, and it`s the same cause the… game (over)[Chorus X2]