All It Takes

(الألبوم: Stupid Doo Doo Dumb - 1998)

[Chorus x2]
A little bit of game is all it takes
A little bit of game goes a long long way

[Verse 1]
Cuddie I don't sleep much, 'cause when I close my eyes
I hear cries from my potna's who lost they lives
Visions of bloody brutality's reality
Gotta stay focused and hope it don't affect my salary
Them calories, they keep my pockets fat, I got to stack a grip
Try not to trip, and keep them gold diggers off my dick
I'm getting sick 'cause I drink 24-7
The way I'm living now, if I die, there's no heaven
Gotta help my potnas in the pen 'cause they living broke
This ain't no joke, on parole and I can't smoke
No sticky indo, roll down the window
'Cause if I breathe[? ] the task is back [? ] like Nintendo
Gotta play the game like a professional
If you ain't having money I got to let you go
I need to let you know the rules before you [? ]
Rule number one potna, never should you pimpatrate
I spit this pimping straight and cut no addatives
Just nouns and adjectives, how mad you get don't mattter bitch
I'm a player so I serve the game
Maintain campaign, and have thangs

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]
Back in '92 I was drowned in them big cases
But now it's '97 and I'm counting them big faces
I switched places with them sardines and squares
The [? ] fillet mignon, and garlic bread
A hard head, big heart, and gorilla nuts
Got me mobbing thru the bay like I don't give a fuck
I'm whipped, equipped, and stay dipped in butter sauce
Pill if shes real, no scrill I cut her off
'Cause fine ass bitches with the empty bank book
Is worse than them ugly muthafuckas who can't cook
My game cooked for five years in the feds
Now it's time for these game hungry niggas to get fed
I get bread, so them suckas down me
Smile in my face but clown me when they not around me
Talk down on my every move, but I could'ntgive a damn
Playas do what they want, and suckas do what they can

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
7-5-70, my DOB, uhh
And I've been breaking hoes since '83, what?
Money makers manual, handle my business discretly
Don't give my home phone number out, beep me
'Cause ain't no telling who be telling, or who they tell
And plus I heard that they be selling kinfolk the yayo
Boy get your mail, don't act like your lil sista
If you lacking in this macking boy I bet you fist her
Get some get right as I come tight to this Doo Doo Dumb
Track, that cat K-Lou, knew how to come
With Mac Dre, that 3 C veteran
More game than March Madness, and dope as exederin
Hit big licks, wouldn't pull no small capers
I'm a be a dog and stay up like wall paper
Look at these break bitches like they stank
Collect my bank and stay sharp as a shank

[Chorus]