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(verse one)
it all started back in '02
i never thought compton and mason would ever few
i aint talken bout the big dude
big brotha to kanye
or da homeboy to the big dude
the fiance of beyonce
had a protage
but wasnt no protage
that was as cold as Dre's
fucken with me mc's seen their coldest days
he from compton but rap like he fromney york in the golden age
first nigga since ice cube from california to make phone flex blow granades
i'm on the stage
i hear the crowd callin my name (Game Game)
but i'm not one so dont try to play me
this goes to gucci mane to jay-z
it's not a dis nigga so dont catch feelins
i'll pull out the 10 you dont see game he a killa
(Chorus)
if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped, ah you would laugh youwould laugh you would laugh
(Verse two)
as the clock strikes twelve on my rolli
and this bitch from da big pimpin starts to blow me
in the phantom
i start to fantasize
this shit gets thicker than bitches and Atlanta thighits suicide
if you think you could fuck with the sabatons
platnom drop of that land rover truck
n my ego bigger then the 26's
what if my pen had low pros
i could ride them beats
like i ride backstreets
at the snoopanos hangin up
its a track meet
nigga this race is fixed
game recognize game
i aint never second place n shit
my first 2 albums real basic shit
spend half the time in the studio earasen shit
a queens nigga made me mad
so i made some hits
n learned one thing
hip hop can take some dick
(Chorus)
if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped ah you would laugh you would laugh you would laugh
(Verse three)
half these niggas wipen they tears
otha half wonderin how the fuck game got here
i took some weed up to frisco
came back with a demo
dro to dre studio
came back in a limo
it was that simple
the crystal bottles
and the bitches came later
so did the haters
as the dot turns the nob on fader
n i turned the tv cause im tired of watchen the raiders
fast forward the shaq gettin traded
fast forward again the shaq gettin traded
n fuck all the time that was wasted beefen with these wack niggas
had me lost in the matrix
if i wanted to throw i would just take it
put this 38 to yo dome bitch
n just take it
im the music n its time to face it
you niggas so fucken pussy i can taste it
(Chorus)
if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped ah you would laugh you would laugh you would laugh if i could tell you all the things that i would do to kill yo favorite mc you would cry you would cry you would cry
(Instrumental til the end)
(Verso)
todo empezó en el '02
Nunca pensé Compton y el albañil lo haría cada vez unos pocos
i no se Talken pelea el gran amigo
Brotha grande a Kanye
o el amigo del pueblo da a la gran amigo
el novio de Beyonce
tenía un protage
pero no había ninguna protage
que era tan frío como el de Dre
maldita conmigo mc ha visto sus días más fríos
que el rap de Compton, pero como él fromney York en la edad de oro
primero desde el negro cubo de hielo de California para hacer granadas de golpe de teléfono flexibles
Estoy en la etapa
i oír a la multitud callin mi nombre (Juego)
pero yo no soy uno así que no trates de jugar
esto va a Gucci Mane a Jay-Z
no es un negro así que no des la captura feelins
Voy a sacar el 10 que no veo juego en el que un killa
(Estribillo)
Si yo pudiera mostrar todas las caras de los MC que he arrancado, ah se reirían risa youwould se reirían
(Verso dos)
cuando el reloj marca las doce en mi Rolli
y esta perra de da pimpin grande me empieza a soplar
en el espectro
empiezo a fantasear
esta mierda se vuelve más grueso que las hembras y el suicidio de Atlanta thighits
si usted piensa que puede coger con los Escarpes
platnom gota de Tha
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
The Game
Laugh
Laugh
(verse one)
it all started back in '02
i never thought compton and mason would ever few
i aint talken bout the big dude
big brotha to kanye
or da homeboy to the big dude
the fiance of beyonce
had a protage
but wasnt no protage
that was as cold as Dre's
fucken with me mc's seen their coldest days
he from compton but rap like he fromney york in the golden age
first nigga since ice cube from california to make phone flex blow granades
i'm on the stage
i hear the crowd callin my name (Game Game)
but i'm not one so dont try to play me
this goes to gucci mane to jay-z
it's not a dis nigga so dont catch feelins
i'll pull out the 10 you dont see game he a killa
(Chorus)
if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped, ah you would laugh youwould laugh you would laugh
(Verse two)
as the clock strikes twelve on my rolli
and this bitch from da big pimpin starts to blow me
in the phantom
i start to fantasize
this shit gets thicker than bitches and Atlanta thighits suicide
if you think you could fuck with the sabatons
platnom drop of that land rover truck
n my ego bigger then the 26's
what if my pen had low pros
i could ride them beats
like i ride backstreets
at the snoopanos hangin up
its a track meet
nigga this race is fixed
game recognize game
i aint never second place n shit
my first 2 albums real basic shit
spend half the time in the studio earasen shit
a queens nigga made me mad
so i made some hits
n learned one thing
hip hop can take some dick
(Chorus)
if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped ah you would laugh you would laugh you would laugh
(Verse three)
half these niggas wipen they tears
otha half wonderin how the fuck game got here
i took some weed up to frisco
came back with a demo
dro to dre studio
came back in a limo
it was that simple
the crystal bottles
and the bitches came later
so did the haters
as the dot turns the nob on fader
n i turned the tv cause im tired of watchen the raiders
fast forward the shaq gettin traded
fast forward again the shaq gettin traded
n fuck all the time that was wasted beefen with these wack niggas
had me lost in the matrix
if i wanted to throw i would just take it
put this 38 to yo dome bitch
n just take it
im the music n its time to face it
you niggas so fucken pussy i can taste it
(Chorus)
if i could show you all the faces of the mc's that i ripped ah you would laugh you would laugh you would laugh if i could tell you all the things that i would do to kill yo favorite mc you would cry you would cry you would cry
(Instrumental til the end)
The Game
Reír
Reír
(Verso)
todo empezó en el '02
Nunca pensé Compton y el albañil lo haría cada vez unos pocos
i no se Talken pelea el gran amigo
Brotha grande a Kanye
o el amigo del pueblo da a la gran amigo
el novio de Beyonce
tenía un protage
pero no había ninguna protage
que era tan frío como el de Dre
maldita conmigo mc ha visto sus días más fríos
que el rap de Compton, pero como él fromney York en la edad de oro
primero desde el negro cubo de hielo de California para hacer granadas de golpe de teléfono flexibles
Estoy en la etapa
i oír a la multitud callin mi nombre (Juego)
pero yo no soy uno así que no trates de jugar
esto va a Gucci Mane a Jay-Z
no es un negro así que no des la captura feelins
Voy a sacar el 10 que no veo juego en el que un killa
(Estribillo)
Si yo pudiera mostrar todas las caras de los MC que he arrancado, ah se reirían risa youwould se reirían
(Verso dos)
cuando el reloj marca las doce en mi Rolli
y esta perra de da pimpin grande me empieza a soplar
en el espectro
empiezo a fantasear
esta mierda se vuelve más grueso que las hembras y el suicidio de Atlanta thighits
si usted piensa que puede coger con los Escarpes
platnom gota de Tha
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
