D-P-G [Chorus] Don't change the game for these hoes who plays the game like we supposed [Jay] That nigga Daz in the house [Daz] D-P-G-C fo' L-I-F-E,
Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale See nobody knows Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale We got game for sale [Verse 1]
game for sale, niggas got game for sale See nobody knows Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale Nobody knows Niggas got game for sale, niggas
' that's when the 4-5 blindin' Worried and nervous and nervous as fuck I ai't got no license I ain't givin' a fuck If you ain't got no money stay the
for the section Incredible not, that nigga Sean T lace the beats And now we comin with enough game to change the streets And I ain't trippin off the fame
nigga [Daz] You want to be a bitch nigga and die nigga And get your muthafucking life lost and die on how you'd flossing Ain't nothing I don't like snitches
1: JT The Bigga Figga] You talkin big like you feelin the Figg You at the crib where the safe is in You got a jig with a half a wig Can't even stop when
t no nigga tell me nothin' that I'm doin' Certified in the game and I'ma keep on pursuin' I be the best man standin' millionaire plannin' These hoes don't
servin a verse and for hard earnin I ain't tryin to teach, but I'm hopin ya'll learnin The world turnin nigga, and it ain't for play For the Y2K, Get
pulled the trigger Now the whole hood's up for grabs Stab niggas in the back now he's out for Daz Ha, dude say my name don't discuss my business Around
for my son [Verse 2: JT The Bigga Figga] Welcome to the West Coast show we got flow For the dough we're willing to store You wanna flow didn't know
the fo' do', niggaz 'round here don't know, so [Sean T] Heavy in the game, unpredictable Inner thought, heated is heavy You can tell motha fuckaz turn pale Ain't no love for
sweet, sweet love Don't try it and even put some stricknyne in this Kool-Aid This ain't no Jim Jones thing This is just sweet, sweet, love [Daz Dillinger
and the dough before ya brains blow That's how it is, ain't no love in this biz I did it all for a reason if so it would've never been did [Verse 3]
ya campus Can ya feel his, incorporated for realness Comin' from a young tycoon laced with ill spits Dipped in acid, paper or plastic We still independent ain't
the same, game recognize game Tryin' to maintain My position is mob status, through my third eye I watch cash Cause niggas ain't cool I get further You ain't
-40, San Quinn) Dig that, oh boy That's what I'm talkin' about, JT the Bigga Figga, E-40 Daz Dillinger, San Quinn, what up check it oh boy [Daz Dillinger