Текст песни The Game f Get Low Playaz, Young Noble - Exclusively
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[21 seconds of ad libs to open][Chorus: repeat 2X]Exclusively, ridin on them deuces GTalkin `bout what your gameplan used to beThey got us choppin up game through the fog and smokeWe came a long way but still we got so far to go[Verse One]Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flowAt a pace for the papes I thank y`all should knowI lace it properly for property, it really ain`t no stoppin meAnd plus I`m tryin to get my money on like MonopolyPolitickin economy, if I could be a made niggaSmokin on e`ry nigga, balled out paid niggaKeepin it real, I`m still deep in the fieldDeep with the skills for the billsI got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grillI bring the thrill like Will ClarkI will bust I will spark and flame in the boothYou blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the boothI serve the thunder, that shit that`ll brang in the roof[Verse Two]My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitchesBlow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folksSav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-bleFuckin bad bitches at the hotelThere`s nothin to a boss, man we live it upSmash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it upI got no time for that fake shitJersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sickSo nigga basically the world is a ghettoPlay a nigga out his scratch, he gon` be twirled in a meadowI keep it real with niggaz that be true to meThere`s nothin you can do to meMy crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets[Chorus][Verse Three: The Game]Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in VegasYou can`t ball then it`s probably the hatersCan`t breathe then it`s probably the desert, if you a gangster or notI give a fuck dawg, bullets is hotAnd every nigga gon` cry when he hitThe more pain the more blood drain, he ain`t survivin shitAnd your niggaz ain`t gon` ride for shit, they knowif they came through everybody in the X-5 is hitRed rag or blue rag, niggaz die for thisThe Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shitCompton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6Fuck you up like one time`ll doAnd I dare y`all to stop on the `Shaw, and King BoulevardPull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jawTurn your round trip into a one-way ticketYou can visit, but you can not lie and kick it[Verse Four]It`s time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the lineFeelin like I`m runnin out of timeIt`s now or never, chasin this cheddar `til things get betterThese streets got me hungry as everCan`t stop can`t change, young Sav stuck in the gameEveryday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strainto bubble, weed plus the `caine to juggleOrganize the brains and muscle[Chorus][Verse Five]You {?} like Sammy did Gotti, told `em we kamikazeLike those whiteboys ain`t heedin the robberyTold `em we ride around in them cars on them big wheelsIn the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheelsMarshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage`Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livinNiggaz`ll 32 round ya, kick you on the groundAfter they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch yaGot ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctorsStill an unsolved mystery, statistically, historyA Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my credibility