Текст песни Spice 1 - Recognize Game
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Ice-t intro:Well alright. spice 1 in the hiddouse(and short dawgs in the house bitch).With the l.a. players (soldiers to the game you know? ) yeah.(peep game fool).Ant banks at the crackhouseHa ha ha better recognize game when its in your face bitch).Ice-t:Its obvious mad cash got me gassedShark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos"never lose" my motto since birthDouble up knots and crack spotsSnitches lead out by silence gun shotsMap the area I wanted to cut the fuckin cops a dealIf they dont kneel, they get peeledBitches recognize I never have no drama with deathBustas always try I leavin em gagging spittin up flemTake a pen make a mil and if this shit dont sellI still got the street powder back to flippin flowerSouth central nigga what? The representer, damn your girl seen me comin and ranYoung enough to be my daughterMy posse use to flip her like a quarterTo state to my man for man slaughterCaught her in the stairway took her out the fairwayTrunked the punk bitch (thats fair play)Hook:Youve got the gangstas that I have tangled babyBitch recognize game when its in your face"well alright chall" "ha ha ha"Too short:You think the town rid of short? You must be crazy, that silly shit you talkin just dont faze meI could make a phone call and just like thatA bunch of niggas from oakland all on your backIve never been a shot caller just a nigga in a crewThey call me too short but Im still bigger than you bitchI been around you can take a turn but dont get burnedIve seen the tables turnMarks turn into killers rich niggas go brokeUse to be a wanna but now Im old school shortIn the game never had the stacks since age 14I been spittin these raps soakin up the game upAnd even when I came up I fucked with same folksStill did the same stuffBitch short dawgs in the houseI know you want my dick cause its all in your mouthHookSpice 1:Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh ha)Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players (x2)Say what up to the s.p. crooked i.c.e.Ra rolling with the strap on the side of mePotna dont get it twisted up I got hollow tips extended clipsMajor chips lookin at eclipse jacussi dipsNiggas step back I dont know youDont get to close to meSome niggas aint really the motherfucker they suppose to beCloud killers dont aim until you shoot in the airBetter put it down and brake some hoes off like a true playerPhoney as three dollar bills niggas aint recognizinFell in the relapse besides Im a trauma a niggaLook in the eyes and when you see me I be hardcoreWhat the fuck a real nigga gotta lie to kick it for? Im tired of these bubblegum ass niggasThrowin monkey wrenches into the gameAnd all the players and pimps feel my painHustlers maintainin riches and keepin presidentalsNot artfical with fishin niggas know Im packin misslesGet me two bentleys some houses johnson jet skisBallin till I die nigga dont fuck with s.p.i.Hook