The Game

(álbum: Ringside 2 - 2014)

1-2 is this on
Kush God shit
Two Twelve

You know my pedigree
Dour therapy
Light an L for me
Groupie bitches melt for me
Talking boss shit but you the help to me
You know the game... chicken n waffles
Hit Melba's G
Fuckin dojer. We be where you never be

Stomach touchin
You don't never eat. Singing that broke nigga melody
They see you shinin and they twist up they face
They hate is strong, you gotta triple the H

UHH
Aura like I be fuckin the bosses daughter
Getting face like Zephora. Got a beat by the God
Burnin with Dretti all day
Hot box
Middle finger to comp
Impromptu crotch chop
Been fleet since hop-skotch
All black like I'm Hebrew
Blew an ounce with P.U
With my borther 12
You know how we do
Fuck around and leave you. Think it over; Regroup

This that evolution
Bro, DZA show me execution
I got the belt. Who needs some retribution?
Catch a body never head to Houston

Stay in town
Fuck that extra movement
Body builder lookin extra stupid
Spittin Cris up in the crowd. Damn, this nigga's wild
Tell the world to suck my dick. I'll be that nigga now
Young degenerate: my generation been fucked
Since Giuliani had my elders in cuffs
Yo, DZA waddup? We them niggas hittin em up
They switchin it up
Gold Dust, bitchin it up
Fuck all y'all rap niggas. Y'all need day jobs
U niggas bad for the game call em A-Rod

Just incase you've forgotten... let me tell you just in the who in the hell I am
I am the game!

And you can bet your ass I'm back!