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The Game
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Too Much
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like your hood Where *** don't know good Or know Suge, but the *** good So we rock it like Tracy McGrady Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the '80s So that mean, me, Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy, all *** babies And it's evident my flow is heaven sent First LP on the same shelf as the veterans
I can't be *** like a *** I'm to hip hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed
Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me All you other *** used to be good like Ken Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a *** On fire like a *** that let it drip for a month
I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it bump Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man *** in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many *** in the world not to *** Too much *** in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as *** but who cares? Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare Don't know how much attention you pay You better be ready to die in this game
I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef, clown My son three now And I've been watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' beats now Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go down
*** I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo' pounds *** this the Wild Wild West, call it a showdown And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig I come back from the dead, tell 'em *** me again
Put my head on the ***, dare a **** I'm gangsta, took more *** than Tookie I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie Roll a California *** and keep watchin' the movie
Inspired by this *** since I was two I brought the West Coast back, what the *** you do? 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man *** in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many *** in the world not to *** Too much *** in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as *** but who cares? Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare Don't know how much attention you pay You better be ready to die in this game
Drive fast, both hands on the dash Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out Roll the *** windows down, let the bass out
*** drop the top on whatever in *** let your ponytail blow in the wind Inhale the *** blow out dollar signs *** you could drive a Bentley if only in your mind
Four doors, leather and wood Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood And I keep a chrome *** under my hood So if I die, *** bury me under my hood
Who had the hottest *** in the game, wearin' they chain? Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane Long as my family straight, read this at my wake I gave 'em 'The Documentary' and they scraped the plate
Twenty magazine covers, *** look at his fate I cannot, will not ever be replaced 'Coz I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man *** in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many *** in the world not to *** Too much *** in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as *** but who cares? Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare Don't know how much attention you pay You better be ready to die in this game
He wolfin' a lot of *** he look scared You can't find your girl, she right here I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare 'Sides there's way too many *** in here
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