Game lyrics

[Intro]
*guy toking and coughing up*
[$hort] Freddy B!
[Fred B] Wuz up $hort?
[$hort] Ai, y'know they been waitin on this ol' school game
Let's bring that game back!
[Fred B] Like game one thru five?
[$hort] Yeah n*gga, just like we use to do it!
[Fred B] Well check this out

Game! Is the sh*t
Like what? A rat-haired b*tch

[Verse 1: Freddy B]
I was sittin at my home, all alone
Thinkin 'bout b*tches I use to bone
Tight young b*tches, I can't deny
Rat-haired b*tches, I can't lie
The b*tch had body is all I know
Only 18 but looked twenty-fo'
Her name was b*tch, class of '92
Skyline High and the sh*t was cool
Took her to my house, Moms was gone
Turned off the light, unplugged the phone
The b*tch said "Fred, I hearda you
Anything you want, I will do"
I dropped my drawers, di*k all swoll
She couldn't believe the position was pole
In and out, out and in
I used the b*tch like a ATM
G'd the b*tch like the one and only
Bust two nuts and called her phony
She couldn't believe what I said
The next thing you know she was on my head
Suckin the di*k like it's suppose to be done
Rat-haired b*tch make me c*m
Freddy B that's the name
Rat-haired b*tches, I got game
[$hort] Cos Game
[Fred B] That's the sh*t
[$hort] Like what? (Like what?)
[Fred B] A nasty b*tch

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
I like to f*ck a nasty b*tch
Witta big fat ass and sh*t
First lay, di*k gettin sucked
b*tch don't give a f*ck
Cos real players run that game
When I f*ck that b*tch she won't be the same
Cos when Short Dawg run up in it
f*ck a b*tch for about 30 minutes
Real player-like, straight to the point
Bust a nut while I'm smokin a joint
Stop f*ckin, still smokin
Lay my di*k on her lips, say "Open!"
Ain't nuttin like a nasty b*tch
Acting all fast and sh*t
b*tch just love to flirt
When I see her at the club, I'll be puttin in work
Feelin on her ass at the bar
Let's get a room, girl it ain't too far
On the way, y'know what happened?
She sucked my di*k while I was rappin
I just couldn't resist
I couldn't hold back, I said "BEEYATCH!"
[Fred B] Game!
[$hort] All I do is stack
[Fred B] Like what?
[$hort] A motherf*ckin mack!

Verse 3: Old School Freddy B

My Copue DeVille is all white
Yes b*tch, it's hella tight
Crush blue velvet, gameless game
White on white wit tha gold thangs
Bounce tp the spot, check my crap
Wash, wax, straight on fat
The bass on heat everytime I ride
A long haired b*tch on the passenger side
Mackin on the cellular phone
I can't be stopped, 50 G's strong
Fred Benz, Freddy B
Oaktown, a b*tch don't sleep
A motherf*ckin mack that's what I am
Taxin a b*tch like Uncle Sam
She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the pimp
16 G's put the b*tch in
No ordinary game, just give it and take
East Oakland can't be fake
I slapped the b*tch, the money was short
Macked on the b*tch and now she knows
Fred Benz baby, the game is fat
Ask these b*tches, I'm a mack
[$hort] Game!
[Fred B] Is like ridin vogues
[$hort] Like what?
[Fred B] Breakin hoes

Verse 4: Short Dawg

Breakin hoes day and night
They call me Shorty The Pimp, my game is tight
I never do give hoes slack
I'm like Fred Benz, I'mma mack
So b*tch break yourself
I'm an Oaktown n*gga, I'll take your wealth
Cos that's what I was raised to do
Break these b*tches, get payed fool
Y'know Short Dawg ain't afraid and hurt
Any b*tch I get, you can't take her
Cos the game is fool-proof
Bet'cha momma say I'm tellin ya true
So won't you pay the man
Hundred dollar bills all in my hand
While I break you b*tches
Tell a story 'bout ridin with b*tches
'Bout these pimp ass n*ggas from The O
We know just what to do with a ho
Take her where the tricks get laid
Where the hoes get paid
You need a pimp, b*tch give me a call
I drop the top in my El Dawg

[$hort] Cos Game
[Fred B] It's the sh*t
[$hort] Like what?
[Fred B] Like a b*tch

Outro

[Fred B] Ai, Short Dawg?
[$hort] Wuz up Fred?
[Fred B] I ain't smokin no more dank wit no more b*tches
[$hort] Hell naw n*gga
b*tch wanna smoke a 20 sack, sge got to spend 20
KnowhutI'msayin?
[Fred B] If the b*tch wanna 50, what she gotta do $hort?
[$hort] She gotta do me, you and the whole crew, he hah
[Fred B] And my n*gga PO too!
[$hort] Hey, y'know what? Freddy B.....
[Fred B] What's that baby?
[$hort] And Too $hort. We go way back man!
1981, Freemont High School
We the two n*ggas who invented the word 'BEEYATCH!'
[Fred B] BEEYATCH!
[$hort] Hey wait wait wait. BEEYATCH!