Game Over (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Flip

Title: Game Over (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): W E Weston, Nicholas Loftin

Lyric:
Ahh
Game over

Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over

Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over

Ahh shit, y'all done fucked up and left me in this bitch
I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich
But you don't hear me
My crib big like a football field, football field
You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal

But you don't hear me
I take 15 minutes to drop a track, yeah
I take half a minute to load my gat
But you don't hear me
I make 'em bounce all across the globe
I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes

But you don't hear me
A franchise like a Houston Rocket, Houston Rocket
Every eight months is when I usually drop it
But you don't hear me
I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
You know my heat stay cocked, nigga

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over

Look, I'm a Cristal nigga and you a red-winer
You just an opening act but I'm the headliner
But you don't hear me
I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top
You got your deal off your man I got my deal off props

But you don't hear me
I'm connected like dub and Mach-10
With ice cubes in my watch and dubs on the black Benz
But you don't hear me
I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work
It's rainy days, if we don't move all our work, we go berserk

But you don't hear me
I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
Mostly y'all cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man
But you don't hear me
I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
It's show and tell motherfucker, I'ma prove it again

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over

The game over, 'cause shit about to change over
It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over
But you don't hear me
Most producers want to charge too much
But around my way that's how you get fucked up

But you don't hear me
You might think we all beats and rhymes
But way before this rap shit nigga, the streets was mine
But you don't hear me
I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready To Die" shit

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip
...

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Game Over (Flip) - Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

Title: Game Over (Flip)
Album: U Gotta Feel Me
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): W E Weston, Nicholas Loftin

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Lyric:
Ahh
Game over

Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over

Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over

Ahh shit, y'all done fucked up and left me in this bitch
I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich
But you don't hear me
My crib big like a football field, football field
You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal

But you don't hear me
I take 15 minutes to drop a track, yeah
I take half a minute to load my gat
But you don't hear me
I make 'em bounce all across the globe
I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes

But you don't hear me
A franchise like a Houston Rocket, Houston Rocket
Every eight months is when I usually drop it
But you don't hear me
I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
You know my heat stay cocked, nigga

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over

Look, I'm a Cristal nigga and you a red-winer
You just an opening act but I'm the headliner
But you don't hear me
I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top
You got your deal off your man I got my deal off props

But you don't hear me
I'm connected like dub and Mach-10
With ice cubes in my watch and dubs on the black Benz
But you don't hear me
I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work
It's rainy days, if we don't move all our work, we go berserk

But you don't hear me
I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
Mostly y'all cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man
But you don't hear me
I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
It's show and tell motherfucker, I'ma prove it again

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over

The game over, 'cause shit about to change over
It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over
But you don't hear me
Most producers want to charge too much
But around my way that's how you get fucked up

But you don't hear me
You might think we all beats and rhymes
But way before this rap shit nigga, the streets was mine
But you don't hear me
I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready To Die" shit

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip

Now who they want
Flip, Flip, Flip
Game over
Flip, Flip, Flip
...

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Name Of The Game - Lyrics - The Doctor - Cheap Trick

Title: Name Of The Game
Album: The Doctor
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen, Robin Zander

Lyric:
Someone conceived me, no one believes me
A fluke in the night of obscurity
Played by millions simulcast by a few
A city, no lights, such a great view
It's all very strange, it's the name of the game, I wanna know

It's all the same, it's never gonna change
It's the name of the game
And it's over and over and over again
Time after time after time
Over and over and over again
Love is the name of the game

Come around and see me analyze or analogy
I'll give you a clue what you really need
If things get bad then things can get worse
Remember surrender, remember the verse
It's all very strange, it's the name of the game, I wanna know

It's all the same, it's never gonna change
It's the name of the game
And it's over and over and over again
Time after time after time
Over and over and over again
Love is the name of the game, yeah

I say, hold on tight
Say, hey you're doin' it right
As I wish for a full dream flight
Night after night I'm a knight

It's all the same, it's never gonna change
It's the name of the game
And it's over and over and over again
Time after time after time
Over and over and over again
Love is the name of the game

Over and over and over and over
And over and over again
Over and over and over again
Love is the name of the game

Over and over and over again
Time after time after time
Over and over and over again
Love is the name of the game

And then it came to me, it's just a game to me
Love is the name of the game
And then it came to me, it's just a game to me
Love is the name of the game

And then it came to me, it's just a game to me
Love is the name of the game
And then it came to me, it's just a game to me
Love is the name of the game

And then it came to me, it's just a game to me
Love is the name of the game
And then it came to me, it's just a game to me
Love is the name of the game
...

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It'S Over - Lyrics - Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey - Kurupt

Title: It'S Over
Album: Smoke Boogie: Space Oddessey
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Chris Arms, Ricardo Brown, Darrin Lockings, Natina Reed

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Lyric:
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry

I went from canapes to boards
Bands to no records
(Sorry)
You ain't got the Bentley with four doors
K U R U P T, Annie
You just bring my bottle of Rimy

Recognize a real hit when you hear one
Postin' up at the playboy Mansion
I stomp like gortex, poetical gortex
Bouncin' to jigga in California

It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry

It's the N A T I, aw you know the rest
Act silly high frequently they contest
I done tours across the seas and been across the world
I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dogs

It's over 'cause I'm bad to the bone
Leave 'em, real diva to her own alone
I drive a Jaguar, so many different cars
Life as a pop star, shakin 'em this hard, come on

It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry

This is how life should be
My girl and my piece
Don't make me remind you
I stays VIP
(Move over)

For all my dime piece and all of my G's
Hustlers and pimps with shiny wrist, makin' money
It's my turn to shine and my turn to floss
Like you played a game, I stomps the billboards

One things for sure, G's hit the door
Tone and Poke know, Natina does not play
When she get on the mike she say what she got to say
Dr.Dre and Snoop, no 'cause rep is ill
From East Coast to West the unforgettable skills

Bust from head to hand, sippin' on Rimy Red
Runnin' from club to club, nickels and diamond dubs
Ready to rock spots, folds and drop tops
Grew up in Gangsta rap, Natina be runnin' pop

It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry

It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry
It's over, it's over, now move over
It's my turn, now it's over
The game shut down, sorry

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Over My Head - Lyrics - Semisonic

Title: Over My Head
Artist: Semisonic
Composer(s): Dan Wilson

Lyric:
Long ago, I was told there were riches inside of me
Someone old hid the gold and the finding was my affair
In those days when my ears heard a story, my mind believed
So I searched with my greed in the sunshine for all to see there

I'm in over my head in this game, over my head
And I'm afraid I'm never gonna find my way back to where I've been

Yes you know many tried, none succeeded my mind to train
When the fools came to lay down their money I laughed uncool
Saw the mouth of the whale just in time to go down the drain
Now I float with my boat in the darkness and play the fool

I'm in over my head in this game, over my head
And I'm afraid I'm never gonna find my way back to where I've been

I'm in over my head in this game over my head
And I'm afraid I'm never gonna find my way back to where I've been
To find my way back to where I've been

I'm in over my head in this game, over my head
And I'm afraid I'm never gonna find my way back to where I've been

I'm in over my head in this game, over my head
And I'm afraid I'm never gonna find my way back to where I've been

I'm in over my head in this game, over my head
And I'm afraid I'm never gonna find my way back to where I've been

To find my way back to where I've been
To find my way back to where I've been

Oh, my

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The Sun &Amp; The Rainfall - Lyrics - A Broken Frame - Depeche Mode

Title: The Sun &Amp; The Rainfall
Album: A Broken Frame
Artist: Depeche Mode
Composer(s): Martin Gore

Lyric:
Someone will call
Somethin' will fall
And smash on the floor

Without readin' the text
Know what comes next
Seen it before and it's painful

Things must change
We must rearrange them
Or we'll have to estrange them

All that I'm sayin'
A game's not worth playin'
Over and over again

You're the one I like best
You retain my interest
You're the only one

If it wasn't for you
Don't know what I'd do
Unpredictable like the sun
And the rainfall

Things must change
We must rearrange them
Or we'll have to estrange them

All that I'm sayin'
A game's not worth playin'
Over and over again

Things must change
Things must change
Things must change
Things must change

If it wasn't for you
Don't know what I'd do
Unpredictable like the sun
(Things must change)

Someone will call
Somethin' will fall
And smash on the floor
(Things must change)

Without readin' the text
Know what comes next
Seen it before
(Things must change)

You're the one I like best
(All that I'm sayin')
(A game's not worth playin')
You retain my interest
(Over and over again)
You're the only one
(Things must change)

If it wasn't for you
(All that I'm sayin')
(A game's not worth playin')
Don't know what I'd do
(Over and over again)
Unpredictable like the sun
(Things must change)

Someone will call
(All that I'm sayin')
(A game's not worth playin')
Somethin' will fall
(Over and over again)
And smash on the floor
(Things must change)

Without readin' the text
(All that I'm sayin')
(A game's not worth playin')
Know what comes next
(Over and over again)
Seen it before
(Things must change)

You're the one I like best
(All that I'm sayin')
(A game's not worth playin')
You retain my interest
(Over and over again)
You're the only one
(Things must change)

If it wasn't for you
(All that I'm sayin')
(A game's not worth playin')
Don't know what I'd do
(Over and over again)
Unpredictable like the sun
(Things must change)

Someone will call
(All that I'm sayin')
(A game's not worth playin')
Somethin' will fall
(Over and over again)
And smash on the floor
(Things must change)

Without readin' the text
(All that I'm sayin')
(A game's not worth playin')
Know what comes next
(Over and over again)
Seen it before
(Things must change)

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Game Over - Lyrics - Destiny Fulfilled - Destiny'S Child

Title: Game Over
Album: Destiny Fulfilled
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Michael Burton, Beyonce Knowles, Kelly Rowland, Michelle Williams, Patrick Douthit, Sean Garrett, Phillip Terry

Lyric:
Six foot, dark skin damn baby you got me open
Your heart is so big buy anything Kelly be wantin'
Your just God send, ooh the way you be talkin'
It's got my attention I ain't do nothin' but listenin'

Ain't no one like you, that makes me wanna
Kiss like you nobody ever could handle this
Like you for anybody askin'

The game is over ain't no touch like you
That makes me wanna touch like you
Nobody ever could handle this like you
For anybody askin' the game is over

My boy is so hood he does that thing to me
So good his mindset, so complex, you never think his from the projects
He is my best friend perfect fit for a husband
His swagger his confidence that's got his lil' momma's mind bent

Thank God
You sent him to save me
(My joy, oh my joy)
His smile is so amazing
(My heart is open for the taking)

Ain't no one like you, that makes me wanna
Kiss like you nobody ever could handle this
Like you for anybody askin'

The game is over ain't no touch like you
That makes me wanna touch like you
Nobody ever could handle this like you
For anybody askin' the game is over

Ain't no one like you, that makes me wanna
Kiss like you nobody ever could handle this
Like you for anybody askin'

The game is over ain't no touch like you
That makes me wanna touch like you
Nobody ever could handle this like you
For anybody askin' the game is over

Ooh my man, my man, he does whatever it takes
To satisfy me, this man, this man
He knows me inside out my wants and my needs
His ways are so unique, the way he protects me

No price, no ring no house, no matieral thing
Could ever take him from me ain't no one like you
Ain't no one like you

Ain't no one like you, that makes me wanna
Kiss like you nobody ever could handle this
Like you for anybody askin'

The game is over ain't no touch like you
That makes me wanna touch like you
Nobody ever could handle this like you
For anybody askin' the game is over

Ain't no one like you, that makes me wanna
Kiss like you nobody ever could handle this
Like you for anybody askin'

The game is over ain't no touch like you
That makes me wanna touch like you
Nobody ever could handle this like you
For anybody askin' the game is over

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Over And Over - Lyrics - You Can Dance - Madonna

Title: Over And Over
Album: You Can Dance
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Stephen Pate Bray, Madonna L. Ciccone

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Lyric:
Hurry up, I just can't wait
I gotta do it now, I can't be late
I know I'm not afraid, I gotta get out the door
If I don't do it now, won't get anymore

You try to criticize my drive
If I lose, I don't feel paralyzed
It's not the game, it's how you play
And if I fall, I get up again now

I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over

Got past my first mistake
I'll only give as much as I can take
You're never gonna see me standing still
I'm never gonna stop 'til I get my fill

It doesn't matter who you are
It's what you do that takes you far
And if at first you don't succeed
Here's some advice that you should heed

You get up again, over and over
You get up again, over and over
You get up again, over and over
You get up again, over and over

I'm not afraid to say I hear a different beat
And I'll go out in the street, yeah
And I will shout it again
From the highest mountain

Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, hurry up

Hurry up, I just can't wait
I gotta do it now, I can't be late
I know I'm not afraid, I gotta get out the door
If I don't do it now, I won't get anymore

You try to criticize my drive
If I lose, I don't feel paralyzed
It's not the game, it's how you play
And if I fall, I get up again now

I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over

I'm not afraid to say I hear a different beat
And I'll go out in the street, yeah
And I will shout it again
From the highest mountain

Shout it, shout it
Shout it, shout it
Over and over, over and over
Over and over, over and over

I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over

Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, hurry up
Hurry up, hurry up

I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over
I get up again, over and over

Over and over, over and over
Over and over, over and over
Over and over, over and over

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Script For A Jester'S Tear - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: Script For A Jester'S Tear
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): M Pointer, D Dick, P Trewavas, S Rothery, M Kelly

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Lyric:
So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry
In a diary, self penned
Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiments and pride

Too late to say I love you
Too late to restage the play
Abandoning the relics
In my playground of yesterday

I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go
Too late to play the game is over, the game is over

So here I am once more
In the playground of the broken hearts
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over, over, over
Over, over, over, over, over

Yet another emotional suicide
Overdosed on sentiments and pride
I'm losing on the swings
I'm losing on the roundabouts
The game is over

Too late to say, "I love you"
Too late to restage the play
The game is over

I act the role in classic style
Of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song
To write the rights to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream
To exercise this silent scream
A scream that's born from sorrow

I never did write that love song
The words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows
On the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows
On the other side of morning
Promised wedding now awake
Promised wedding now awake

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears
The script for tears

So I'll hold my peace forever
When you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute
That sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game
I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over

Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say that you love me?
Do you love me, do you love me?
Do you love me, do you love me?
Do you love me just as you did

Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say you love me?
Can you still say that you love me?
Just as did, just did
Do you love me, do you love me?
Do you love me, do you love me?

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Over Here Hustlin’ - Lyrics - Birdman

Title: Over Here Hustlin’
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Leonardo Mollings, Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Johnny Mollings

Lyric:
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

Now ho don't ask me what I'm doing, that's me in the hook
And I just keep on gettin' it, gettin' it like a ni' in the book
Yes, Wayne straight like a key of that good **
If your *** don't know the rules then I will read her the book

I got the key to the boat, I got the key to the jet
I got the key to success and get money invest
Read up with the rest, I got a Swedish connect
That means my weed is the best, yoke to even the stress

Okay, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess
That's called my bullets and luggers, I put 'em deep in your neck
Adam's apple meet banana clip
You know my script, I just get my chips and then I dip, and then I dip

They say the bull*** walks, the money talks
So I don't answer, I don't answer unless the money talks
Yeah, that's my word, that's my word know I will front for y'all
It's money over everything and *** under all, M.O.B

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

I say uptown cobblin', uptown rockin', uptown ***
It's the home of the hard knocks
Cook up a whole block, hit it up in all white
Ridin' with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice

Shop 'til you pop ***, do your own thing ***
Got the game from Pixie's, second floor sixth court
Bling bling king ***, money ain't a thing ***
Ridin' in a Lamborghini, suicidal regal wings

Assault rifles, my little homies big poppers
Coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper
Zip it and whip it ***, that's how we ship it, ***
Burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, ***

I spent a mill on my grill for real
'Cause we be stuntin' while we hustlin', *** makin' his meals
We be grindin' while we shinin', *** packin' that steel
Stay fly, get money, *** stackin' the bills

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

Yeah, I say, we deep in the game, ***. we switchin' the lanes, ***
Got blood money homie, no pain, no gain, ***
Fifty a fame ***, a G a name, ***
That's what we do ***, claim your fame, ***

Hop out a range, ***, fang in hand, ***
Stop all that reppin', 'fore I send some flames, ***
All this money, ***, jewelry and fame, ***
'Cause we be stuntin', ***, moving them things, ***

Paper, paper, paper, all I need is paper, green paper
White chalk, yellow tape will
Make your shirt look like you got on the butcher's apron
Go ahead and make the steak then, *** ***

*** *** talkin', this is how money sound
I'm just chillin' but my money still runnin 'round
Yeah, and I just do's what I does
You *** couldn't even be who I was

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
We over here hustlin', we over here
We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'
I'm all, I'm all about my paper, I'm all, I'm all about my paper

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Steal The Show - Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Title: Steal The Show
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Yeah
Steal the show baby

I'ma have to ride, the ride, the ride
Till I find a girl to slip inside
Ice Cube ain't never been shot
Ain't never got, got up in the parking lot

Nigga, Scott Storch will bang the instrumental
South Central here comes the presidential
Pull up jump out the low rider
A real lyricist nigga fuck a ghost rider

Dance baby I'm your provider
Yous a fly girl bitch I'ma spider
I'm on that ass like please leave me alone
A few drinks you like please follow me home

I just hope you ain't 5150
That's a crazy hoe even though she pretty
Ice Cube only one el loco
With the vol co put your ass in a chold hold

Stone cold, oh yeah fuck the Broncos
Raider down, everybody better lay it down
Think I'm P.G. you must got a squeegy
Are you crazy, down since eazy

Here, shoulders, knees and toes
Work that pussy across the flo'
Shake that body, steal the show
Ice Cube bitch I'm about to blow
(Let's go)

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Plus a pound of weed do I got a volunteer

Goin' once goin' twice
A nigga nice when I turn off the lights
Tell your friends yo fuck they advice
'Cause some time them hoes act like dyke's

Cock blockers, pull out your mouth piece
Game over, we up in the range rover
Wake up in the morning with a hangover
Roll over do the whole damn thang over

I'ma roller, took her ass back where I drove her
And we still ain't sober
Motherfucker it still ain't hova
It's the super nova, niggas been doin' over

Ice Cube been rappin' since 84'
About the cocaine streets and the po' po'
Introduce you to my 6 4 low low
Yeah, the one the just pulled out the mo mo

Here, shoulders, knees and toes
Work that pussy across the flo'
Shake that body, steal the show
Ice Cube bitch I'm about to blow
(Let's go)

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer

Punks jump up to get beat down
Daddy home motherfucker put your feet down
Better jump up, y'all better clean up
'Cause I might done pull out this Nina

Put your cups up boy if you fucked up
And you got the baddest bitch up in the club
Put your cups up even if she ugly
And it look like the bitch play rugby

We could take me anywhere where the thugs be
When they see me motherfuckers wanna hug me
It's all love 'cuz, it's all love blood
It's all love when them niggas thrownin' up the dub

It's all love with the brown and they yellow man
'Cause a nigga got money like the jello man
Mo money, yo money, hoe money
Mama didn't raise no dummy learn from me

'Cause I could flip shit fast as bis quick
Mr. Butter worth take it for what its worth
I got them low lows flat like pancakes
Sippin' on syzzurp Fuck what ya hizzerd

Here, shoulders, knees and toes
Work that pussy across the flo'
Shake that body, steal the show
Ice Cube bitch I'm about to blow
(Come on)

I'm about to do it like this here
Walk over spit game in this bitch ear
Let her know my name and I got it right here
Girl you know the game can I get a volunteer

Steal the show baby
Steal the show baby

You know a lot of these bitches need an antibiotic
Moxacillin, Penicillin, something with a slin' in it
They, they, want a sugar daddy, they want a man on a fixed income
They want man that they can come over to the old mans house
And go in the back porch and get 30 or $40 every here and there
And get in they Honda and ride on off

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Hardball - Lyrics - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Hardball
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Zane R Jr Copeland, Lamarquis Jefferson, Jermaine Dupri, Kenneth Gamble, Leon A Huff, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane, huh, and Lil' Wayne
Sammie sing to me

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

When I step to the plate the outfield gets back
(Back)
'Cuz they know I'm the over the wall type of dog
So many back to back hits, they call me little Sammy Sosa
Bubble gum cards and all the posters
Y'all know, how I roast ya when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any hot beat
Or break, and you know it when you see your clone
And right now that's all I see goin' on, holla at me

Game time, all I think about is bringin' home the trophy
If your team is better mine, you really gotta show me
Really gotta beat me, really gotta trash talk
Mistreat me and send my squad back home
'Cuz I don't know lose too much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin' Hardball
(That's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
Understand I'm like Griffey, I keep 'em to the wall

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

This goes out to them jocks
That stay on my jock throwin' the pop
Keep pitchin', I'm in the kitchen makin' radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosy with all my words
Throwin' eggs at them chickenheads, beggin' on the curb
Direct from my burb, a fast baller with a curve
Have her slidin' home, tellin' her friends just in the third
I'm sure ya done heard, who I'm doin' and what I'm doin'
What's false and what's true and
(Girl, listen)

When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGwire
That other kid was just a Mark, so I made him retire
See we all got a base, and we hold our own
But when I come up to bat, we all goin' come home
And our fans cheers us on 'cuz they know what the drill is
Goin', out of the field into your automobile
And I hope it ain't your Range Rover
That you spent your change over
I'm in the dugout with my tongue out player game over

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

Listen, listen, listen
They call me young Wheezy Rodriguez
You know I'm gettin' it hot as the bullet that Kennedy, y'know
(Killed)
And I keep the chrome bat swingin', slingin' that iron
Pitch on the block like Nolan Ryan
Too bad for TV, you won't see me I'm right in the streets

I'm a hustler, people, my life in the streets
Watch the game, get you wife in the sheets
My watch, my chain, and my teeth cost
That way I will never cheap talk
And I call mami sweetheart, she call me sweet daddy
And she gladly, loves the way that daddy bat it, yeah baby
Wheezy Weez a player baby, and I don't share baby

So if you searchin' for some, ain't nuttin' here, baby
(Pussy)
Catch me throwin' an eighty in the latest Bentley, goin' out
And Wheezy never hit a foul, a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the game's over we gon' meet up after dark

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ohh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this one's to the wall
Ain't no game like a game of Hardball

Lil' Bow Wow, Lil' Zane, Lil' Wayne, Lil' Sammie
The Little Rascals, and me y'all know my name

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Game - Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Title: Game
Album: Kuruption!
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Ricardo Brown, Anthony Moody

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Lyric:
Game, street lessons, game, game
Chapter one, alright go, yeah yeah, yo yo yo
Ha ha, one two, this is what is up, nigga
(Freeze)

Only the survivors survive in the world of survival
Where your rivals always wanna make it seem
Like they're gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots
You know exactly what it is
(You know)

You know exactly how it's gonna be, ha ha
(You'll never catch me fool)
What? Five lessons, five chapters, I'ma start

How you gonna make a couple dollars
When you roam in zones filled with cowards?
Ain't no way to make no real cash nigga
Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga
(Motherfucker)

I can tell, fool, you'll never get paid
'Cause niggaz like you ain't got no real game
With all them niggaz that you got by your side
You learned by yourself that the only way to ride

I'ma put you up on
(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

I roll with my girl and weeds
All overseas with loot, like I'm flipping keys
I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip
Come through with the auto's, cock, flip and shit
(Hell no)

But I knew from the giddy-up, like EST
And got rid off my fo'-fifty and my G.S.3
I got

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

It's the force, the call of the holocaust
Go against the source, end up lost
The portrait of a wild puma
Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing

Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts
Puncture like needles, I always take care of my peoples
Verbals vital, no rivals, there's no equals, no sequels
With no one to help us

I'll leave you crying for help and helpless and health less, wealth less
Over sellers, envious and jealous
Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles
I saw a view through the eyes
Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise

Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks
Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs
When the pump gets to pumping
Niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs

Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon
Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds
Fuck 'em with veterans, with game

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

One time, on time
Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all
Give it to me all, 'cause I love to brawl
Give it to me all, 'cause I want it all

One time, yeah, I love to brawl
One time
(Give it up)
One time
(Give it up)
Check it out

It's hard to sustain and maintain through life
With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes
The homie big Lou got a fo' on deez
That's the word, came up from flipping birds

Words travel like black talents
The homie's loud at silence, real G's move in silence
How you gonna make it to the next stage
If one second you're broke, the next minute paid?

Now you got the police planning
Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons
If it was me, I'd move silently
Prepare warfare, react violently

Lou is too flashy, new clothes
[Unverified] with hoes and got penetrated
He had too many hoes knowing where he resides
Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game
Shh, know what?

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

(Game)
This whole world revolves around
(Game)
Pure indeed game and let it obtain

Once you realize, you'll never live without
(Game)
Get paid without, no moves made without
(Game)

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40 - Where The Party At - Lyrics - The Mail Man - E

Title: 40 - Where The Party At
Album: The Mail Man
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Where's the party at?

Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
I shoots the game, the gift I spit
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped

Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those who don't wanna feel it need to kill it
Knows that I can giddy go when it's time to get
On the M I C H R O P H O N E, it's me the hustler 40

With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
A brother like me don't hang around no suckers
That be faulty, I be puttin' the group up in the boot
Be puttin' the peas up in the pod, left the cookies in the jar

Now I'm a rap star, the rapologist
I pull a 40 out of my ball cap
Then I bust ya down side of this
'Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this

I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
Givin' up deals, hills let 'em go for a lil' bit or nothin'
As I showcase my skills for real

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

Pullin' up in the club about eleven
I plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin'
I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down
Roll 'em up in a zag, lick 'em stick 'em and clown

I'm fully dig with a dick, my game is on hit
I got tipped so I tip 'cause I'm livin' with this
Game tight with the knack, I'm pullin' in scratch
They better have a tight grip on they stuff
'Cause I'm 'bout to snatch your batch

If she wants it she'll be mine in the cutlass
Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin'
Straight penny laced, heard about the drought season
They be lookin' for a reason
It's like thanksgiving without the feastin'

Extra mannish, how I'm livin' and [Incomprehensible] my name is groupie
It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies
Bitches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't
Suckin' and grabbin' my little pecker
Talkin' about sick on my gold better
Talkin' about sick on my gold better

I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high
All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina
I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck
The finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt

40, I love you, I miss you, I need you
And retrospect to who
Bitch, come anew, bitch, come anew

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

'Cause we made like thugs, get juiced in the parking lot
Before we go up in the clubs, hugs and kisses
Gotta make sure we got our gloves, hugs and kisses
E-40 can't be on anymore, hugs and kisses

Straight to the bar ,no time to waste
Kickin' 'em back while they take the place
Order me a shot of that liquor to taste

Thinkin' they about to beat my face
Oh, no, I'm nothin' but a professional
Oh, no, we're nothin' but professionals

Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water
Brothers already purple off some of that soap water
So I'ma make a toast to the most mobbish lookin' brothers in this
By midnight 'cause brothers gotta get the shit that's really in man

Batches on our jock, batches on our jock
Mind teachin' things to these brothers
'Cause that's us, captain save a botch
They wanna be like big boys and sport big boot
They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits

I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

We in this baby boy swervin', E-40 in the mob scene
And I'm still down with the C L I C K comin' yo' way
In the 94 then 95, it don't stop, boy, ain't no jive
Sell the rest of them tapes boy, where the deposit at?
Where mine at? Oh, for real, I'm out

Where's the party at?
Where's the party at?
Where's the party at?
...

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Kite 2 Da Boys - Lyrics - Jt Money

Title: Kite 2 Da Boys
Artist: Jt Money
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Jeffrey Thompkins

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Lyric:
Caught up, Dirty Game
Nigga I deal wit' it though, you know
Shit ain't easy out there on them streets boy, you know
Y'all niggaz watch yo ass boy, hold it down, fo' 'sho

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

What up dogg hope you chillin' 'cuz I ain't
I wish I could be out with the boys but I can't
I really don't know what kinda time a nigga facin'
Can't get a bond 'cuz I ain't cooperatin'

So I'ma strap down they gone take me for a ride
You'll look out for my shit while a nigga on the inside
Been here before so it really ain't shit
You'll let me know what's goin' on in the streets and what's sum flix

Probably get a buzz when I think you got this letter
Shit is at it's worse and it can only get better
I be holla'n at my lawyer and he be tryin' to work su'um
But I ain't copin' out shit 'cuz they ain't got nothin'

Just maintain here waitin' for a court date
Don't need no loot 'cuz my commencer's straight
And give a wuss up to the boys 'round the way
I'm shootin' you this kite on the 9th day of May

My dogg had a b-day I hope his shit was straight
But when I hit the streets it'll be to late to celebrate
Just hold the fort down 'cuz your boy gone be alright
Right now I'm doin' 500 push ups every nite

My shit be on tight feelin' like my shit gone burst
And I'm lock down on nigga merc from off the turf
That nigga dats just [unverified] tell the boys peace
A couple Otha niggaz we know from off the street

I would say they names but you prolly wouldn't know 'em
But I bet chu'd recognize these cats if you saw 'em
We got shit locked so you know your dogg straight
I'll write you page 2 when we take a smoke break nigga wut

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

Yeah, boy nigga back after I smoked 1
And this FD fuckin' C shit ain't no joke son
They have a nigga locked down all day
And the only outside a nigga see is the hallway

No bitchez
You know da ones they got on the streets in pictures
The whole thing operatin' on snitchez, witchez
Why I don't talk 'bout mah case

You nosy ass niggaz tryin' to be up in a niggaz face
Muthafuckaz better back off me
These niggaz try to act soft, [unverified] in they rooms tryin' to jack off
Poor fucka run around and catch a new charge

To many niggaz flaw talkin' 'bout how dey live large
And to use the fone it be a long line
But I just whup oneofdez wannabes down b4 they fone time
'Cuz I'ma be here a lot more days

And ain't nothin' up in this thang but niggaz and o-yay's
And a couple crackaz who robbed banks
Da Otha day my nigga swallowed some balloons and got a nigga dank
We was gettin' all serious on the rec y'all

Gotta be careful 'cuz them guards be sweatin' hard
Or them jealous ass grampus might snitch
So ya gotta break 'em a 'lil picture get shook down
These muthafuckas out to keep me

But I'm shill 'cuz I still my ole girl weekly
'Wit my 'lil sisters and my 2 kids
But I'm out boy I gotta do this bid I'm holla though
Catch y'all niggaz on the turf

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

Boy I can't wait to get up out this shit
This muthafuckin' institution life's a bitch
Police tell you when to eat and sleep
Shit just creep a nigga miss the streets

Always get strip searched right out the vizo
Lost that right 'cuz I slapped up my hizo
Fuck that nigga ain't about dis shit
A nigga gotta stay the fuck out this bitch
Know what I'm sayin'

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

They got me down but it ain't no thang
When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang
Got a nigga cased over so much game
And everybody goin' through the same ole thang

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Money Over Bitches - Lyrics - Untold Story Volume II - Game

Title: Money Over Bitches
Album: Untold Story Volume II
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right
I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
If the Navi outside, I might be there
Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs

Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare
You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear
And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head
And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead

Then I'm goin', goin', back, back
To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop
Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns
'Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots

I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The L.O.X.
Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells
In case niggaz want drama in hell

Yeah, so when Compton niggaz
And Fillmoe niggaz get together
Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya nigga Fig'
Doin' it big and don't wanna split yo' wig

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ? Niggaz tried to play me, man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ? Niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game

I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny Kravitz
I'm in the streets where they goin' savage
One, two, so we dance on the rooftop
Let the Coupe ghost ride then we come to two stops

Figga eight an' by the corner sto'
Niggarali from killer Cali, you gotta let 'em know
Yeah, ya hit me on my Sidekick
Inventory pilin' up, niggaz tryin' to buy shit

They got me diggin' in my files
Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big sounds
Jumpin' on a plane, jumpin' out a taxi cab
Stackin' up this fettucini now these niggaz hella mad

Fuck that nigga, he got another album on the board?
Damn right, another album on the board
Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali don't play
I represent the whole Bay every motherfuckin' day

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ? Niggaz tried to play me, man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ? Niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game

Count rubber band grands
I'm out big on the under with my fam bam
And I hover the lands
To expand, I'm from the gutter grime and the sand

No jams the flam's all busted
The dames want the bucks when they see you stuffed in
Your pockets, 'til they get them some
But testin' my pocket, only gets you none

'Cause I got a pimp mentality
The scrubs wanna eat shrimp and get my salary
They ain't knowin' I'm tight laced in my shoestrings
Hate the way I'm flowin' on the mic 'cause I do gleam

All types of baguettes and bezels
We shine like life's [Incomprehensible] rebels
2005, me and my crew just pile the pots
Move like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ? Niggaz tried to play me, man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game

I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'? Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ? Niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game

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Put You Up On Game - Lyrics - Aretha Franklin

Title: Put You Up On Game
Artist: Aretha Franklin
Composer(s): Antonio Dixon, Kalenna L Harper, Damon Thomas, Steve Russell, Harvey J Mason, Larry Jackson

Lyric:
Come over here, sweetie
I really wanna talk to you for a few more moments, hey
Lemme put you up on game
Lemme put you up on game
Says you gotta tell me something

Sure, you?re in love again
You never sure he?s gonna be the one
?Cause on the first night he didn't try to get the ooh-wee
Just ?cause he kissed you on the cheek and called you baby
It doesn't mean he's running no game

Oh, could you listen for a minute?
You ain't the one who?s in it
Yeah, I know I'm getting twisted, I ain't hating
?Cause I been there and I?ve done that
I?m just watching you play

Lemme put you up on game
Every man is different but the game won?t change
Lemme put you up on game
So you don?t make the same mistakes I made

Lemme put you up on game
Players make the players and the players play the game
So before you go and you take his last name
Lemme put you up on, up on, up on game

Oh, I understand what you're saying
And I know you tested the waters in your days
And you been through some things
He might just be the one, [Incomprehensible]
There?s somethin? ?bout him so different

Yeah, to know yourself a little better
I'm trying to help you, girl, for what it?s worth
?Cause you done been there and done that
No, I won?t go out like that, no, hey

Lemme put you up on game
Every man is different but the game won?t change
Lemme put you up on game
So you don?t make the same mistakes I made

Lemme put you up on game
Players make the players and the players play the game
So before you go and you take his last name
Lemme put you up on, up on, up on game

I don't wanna see him hurt you
Oh, don't worry about me, I?ll be okay
I done said the same thing before
But that was way back in the day

Sometimes you think
That you know but you don?t
So follow my advice, don?t let it happen twice
You gotta look around

Lemme put you up on game
Every man is different but the game won?t change
Lemme put you up on game
So you don?t make the same mistakes I made

Lemme put you up on game
Players make the players and the players play the game
So before you go and you take his last name
Lemme put you up on, up on, up on game
Lemme put you up on game

I understand what you?re saying
No, you don?t, I want you to listen to me
I already know all that, you really don?t
Listen to the voice of experience
I done been through that time
Now don?t be hard headed, don?t be a hard head

You?re a sweet girl
Listen to what I am saying to you
I?m listening, babe
?Cause you know a hard head
Will make a soft rootie-tootie-bootie
Okay, now wait
Ooh, let me tell you what I know

Lemme put you up on game
Every man is different but the game won?t change
Lemme put you up on game
So you don?t make the same mistakes I made

Lemme put you up on game
Players make the players and the players play the game
So before you go and take his last name
Lemme put you up on, up on, up on game

Lemme put you up on game
Every man is different but the game won?t change
Lemme put you up on game
So you don?t make the same mistakes I made

Lemme put you up on game
Players make the players and the players play the game

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