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G.A.M.E.

アーティスト:The Game  アルバム:G.A.M.E. 

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(The Game) Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of haters Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada Get your shit pushed back like Jada's CD I'll put your brains on that Kenwood TV So you can see hell in 3D, it's right there dog And the Game behind the Desert is a nightmare dog If it's pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm right here dog I'm on the block, white Nike Airs on Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know If 22's on the truck, give me coochie yet But I come through in the new GS with two, three tecs Got niggaz Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep Tryin to read my whole script, but ain't seen the movie yet Better have that glock stuffed tonight I'm comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it A block bust tonight (Chorus 2X: The Game) Getting American Money Easy, all I know The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my dough It's a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out Shots range out, for all the gangsta hangouts (The Game) Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas You can't ball? Then it's probably the haters Can't breathe then it's probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not I give a fuck dog, bullets is hot And every nigga gon' cry when he hit, the more pain The more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know


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