chapter T-Mo bustin' bullets 'cuz I'm more than just a rapper Slash actor and producer on the news sir Pimp or breeder, strong house leader The game
AUTHOR: Sage Francis Chorus Verse One: Who wants to play a game? / Game Boy / Boy George / George Bush / Bush pie / Pie plate / Plate Tectonics / Catch
lady My strip bonafide, at times, drove me crazy But never think twice to make a man feel nice Cooked me a gold curry with some peas and rice
Well, I made a small fortune sellin' used cars And it's buried out back in a cookie jar I raise a toast to Senior Escobar For givin' me a pot to piss
never on teenage rims And I keep a chick's face between my limbs Stylin' ya'll heard about my kick game I'm on the park where you see me at the Knick game
movement, don't lose it Cause if he come through the back, he ATTACKS CRACK, cocaine, cops, and more fiends Who all get the same in the heat of this gold chain GAME
at my lawyer that can't see me, see me in the Aston Martin And I'm like beep beep!! Boys back in school, they was tryin' to talk down Platinum pot of gold
and ole Stagger Lee Crocket had a gun in his pocket Was sweatin' bettin' hard and over in the corner this Mexican guy With two gold teeth and a patch
there ain't no chance I finally found my pot of gold And what you hide mine, is yours to hold Baby darling, I'm just a man And love's just a game I'll
no dollars So where's the whip you driven? Where's the condo and the dough? Boy, you know, you lyin' You and your silver pot of gold Sorry I blew your
pocket, don't be stoppin', what can happen baby? How many niggas get the chance to be in the mist up lady? (Never) Not be goin' 'cause my game is just
my youth had a nigga too aggressive I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed No thought infested Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight But your game
Verse 1 (Soulja Boy) I?m Easily rippin defensively grippin my pistol ya niggaz play tough but don?t want it um poppin and cocking and locking game 2 zones
Testin', testin' It's game orienfested, size sixes vested K-Cizee, JoJo, that boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw And Earl Stevens, AKA, Charlie Hustle Hey Todd
Captain Save a Hoe with the Rescue Rangers You wanna holla right Hell naw you ain't gettin' the digits While you was in the Hall of Game you should've
we live it up No bread, dick and Big Red we givin sluts I'm just a villian, willin to kill for that pot of gold You gotta know, its all for the dough [
poster for his single The one he bit the oldie track and stole the oldie jingle jangle But I be comin' from a different angle 'Cause I want that pot of gold
the game punk And watch your trick ass fail Can't stand the heat of the eastside streets One pull of a trigger knocks you off your feet The fast lane the dope game