Just A Touch Of Game

(albüm: Everybody Ain't Able - 2007)

Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh

Do you remember 1984? ('84?)
Hubba rock, slanging Y-A-Y-O (Yayo)
Cougnut 'Stangs, Mavs and Delts (Mavs and Delts?)
Back when Sugar Ray had the belts (Uh)
Siding by the high', yoking dumbly (Dumbly)
Task Force ran by Lou Montgomery (Lou Montgomery?)
But things look different in '98 ('98)
Niggas tryna crack that C.U. safe
In 9-8, even if she's star (Even if she's a star)
No bareback thrusting, got to wear that R-uh (Got to wear that R-uh)
'Cause everybody's getting everybody (Everybody)
Saw your baby mama at the house party (House party)
She was hella loose, she had the goose
D-Con dug first and I rode caboose (Rode caboose)
Niggas like us turn game to paper (Game to paper)
On Sawyer, Leonard, Gateway, and Taper (Gateway and Taper)

Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh

Now I done took two hits and then I slid keyed
'Cause I ain't been this fucking high since I hit the weed
But what a player need, I got chips and water
Nicks, dimes, twamps, eighths, halfs and shouders
Man, fuck the rollers, they can suck the dick
I'm Playa Jay Tee, and yeah, the game is thick
I bumps a bitch quick, I be's from California
V-town, North Bay, all up on ya

Man, I gurp the shit all at once
I blow big zags and I fuck with blunts
Baby Beesh, call me Playboy Bash
I jack my dick when I count my cash
Big ass loot oh, you ain't knowing
The riders keep riding and them hoes keep hoeing
Uh, young Miami, on my left (Uh)
Goose that hutch 'til the ho goes deaf

Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh

Mack the Knife, I've been deep in the game
(Well, lace these motherfuckers 'bout the life, mayne)
We live like hustlers, never been bustas
Old school 'Stangs, Chevelles, Novas, and Dusters
And ain't really caring they ain't who you not
It's time for farmers with the muster to heat up the spot
Burning long rubber now I'm thinking 'bout hoes
Love to get pussy, blow out trannies and flow
I could get them drawers, Guess jeans and all
I ride different spots when they making the call
Go to the liquor store to get 'em some drank
Zags for the dank, plus she filled up my tank
The feeling is cool, 'cause I'm cool with this feeling
Will the Lord forgive for the drugs and cap peelin'?
Will it ever cease if it seems to increase?
While these triggers release, left the seeds in the street

Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh

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