Game Wreck-Oniz-Iz Game lyrics

by

2Pac


[Intro]

[Eazy-E]
Aight, this sh*t is fly
I know Dre didn't do, the motherf*cker, but you know what
This sh*t ain't right unless I'm rappin on this motherf*cker

[Total K-Oss]
You got somethin for it n*gga, what's up?

[Eazy-E]
You goddamn right, I got somethin for it
Matter fact I got the motherf*cker right here in my pocket
Give me a motherf*ckin beat

[Total K-oss]
Alright, let's do this sh*t

[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
Batter up, and let me hit you with some crazy-ass sh*t
Welcome to the E's bottomless pit
Where I play the muthaf*ckin executioner
Thinkin' of devious things of a murderer
Yes, the menace of all menace's back in the Guinness
Book of Records for smokin motherf*ckers, you see
Cause there's only one E-A-Z-Y-E
And I'm kickin the Chronic on this A-T-L LP
So one motherf*ckin, two motherf*ckin, three
All you punk b*tches better respect me as a G
Cause I got the dope sack without a motherf*ckin doubt
And when the sh*t hits the fan it's outta my mouth
Kickin that gangster sh*t, boy, it pays
And if you got the Buddah then motherf*cker blaze
And hit it for the city of Compton
Shouts goes out to those who remain foes
Cause I like to be the motherf*ckin underdog
And if we got beef (*bullets spraying sound*) leap like a frog
I used to be the quicker picker upper b*tch
But I took recess and it's time to rip shop
By the way I gotta earn my dap
And it's always on if a n*gga wanna scrap
And you don't stop
[Break: Cold 187um talking]
Well alright
Yeah yeah, that was cool, E
Yo, we gotta let Kokane get in here and do somethin, man
Before he step off
You know what I'm sayin
Yeah, kick it

[Verse 2: Kokane]
Aaah...
Dibbi-dibbi sound-boy, dibbi-dibbi sound-boy
Ready to catch you dibbi-dibbi-dibbi sound
It's like hear ye, hear ye, come one, come all
Kokane is servin' suckers at the player's balls
If you come in mouse and heel, you will get blasted
A tisket a tasket, we dump your body in a basket
Or bury you in a casket, dependin' on how you fit
We can go raggamuffin or get into some G sh*t
We'll take the gun or we keep the flavor
Cause when I flow, when I flow you'll catch the vapor
And now I'm rollin' on twisters hittin' them switches
I make a quick stop to collect from my many b*tches
After b*tches, they do my every deed
It's like some sell pus*y, some sell coke, some sell weed
What you need, what you want I can supply
I got the new improved sh*t that's guaranteed to get you high
Yo, there's no shame to my game, my name is Kokane
I'm pimpin' b*tches in the church, preachin' God's work
But I'm the smartest hypocrite around
So put your money in the basket and pass the motherf*cker down
Sayin' what King James wrote
And I'mma give you the Holy Ghost for a motherf*ckin' c-note
Ride around town in a all-black Ferrari
I said, 'Hallelujah, but the Lord gave it to me'
Knowin' that a n*gga is motherf*ckin wrong
I go the choir singin' that sad song
[Break: DJ Total K-Oss]
Yeah, that's why I'm a Nickel Slick n*gga

[KM.G]
Yeah, but it's time for ATL to get in this motherf*cker

[DJ Total K-Oss]
Black Mafia, Pimp Clinic on a level
Watcha' n*gga, must remain above the law

[Verse 3]

[KM.G]
n*gga, Cali comes to Harlem, or maybe Brooklyn or the Bronx

[Cold 187um]
Or was it way out west where we be breakin' up chumps for punks

[KM.G]
I paid 13.5 for some weight up in Queens
But you know, the n*gga had to run it, if you know what I mean
Cause I'm Jack, the motherf*ckin' Tripper
And if you slip while I'm trippin', I'mma have to pull a clip-per
And hit a corner, buy a bird in Miami
Come back on consignment for my homeboy Sammy
Now Sammy down in Tampa for himself comin' up
A few birds in the street, now his ego is pumped
I pull a heater on a n*gga if the sh*t gets deep
That's on my homie, all my homies, may they rest in peace
To all the G's and Macaronies
From the City of Angels jackin' phonies
Elect me for kiwi?, smoke Buddha for breakfast
White folks in pinto's and n*ggas get Lexus
Check this, the ho-tamin', macadamian
Much, much gamin, works and the fame and
Too much di*k for one ho, sometimes a n*gga gotta slang it
So the rich b*tches gangbangin'
The Mafia pimps is back funkin the section
Twistin' on them twisters with the hump connection
Ain't nothin' changed from the time I began
Except a n*gga got a little more ends
[Verse 4: Cold 187um]
Since I'm the last n*gga, I'm the soul survivor
I got the illy illy style for the Jeeps and the Lowriders
I made a promise to myself that when you hear me
Kick the gangsta sh*t and stay gone hit? and make a sucker fear me
As for the b*tches, well I don't have time
Cause I'm a young black hustler comin' up on a rhyme
So skip to the lou, my baby, more bounce to the ounce
Cause I don't wanna be the one with a b*tch that try to take my bank account
Oh what the hell, oh what the hell, they all think I'm a simp
But they all fall in love when they find out I'm a pimp
Cause temptation probably killed some of my homies
Livin' in a world of backstabbers and phonies
If I was Tony the Tiger I would say the world was 'great'
If I was Mike Tyson I would be in jail for rape
But I'm not
I'm sorry to disappoint you cause I'm not the average Joe
That can flow, cause I believe that I'm worth much more
So I kick it like a humble n*gga
They wanna be on mine cause I live much bigger
Why don't you say what you did when you said what you did to me?
b*tch, yeah, you all on my di*k tryin' to gank me and my homies
But you know you never gets none
Because if gankin's bein' done I be the motherf*ckin' one
From the east coast, the west coast
Now tell me who's the best coast?!
Who's the innovators and who's the perpetrators
Who comes first, yo, and who comes later

[w/ Kokane]
Cause I always wear my bulletproof vest, y'all
Whether I'm chillin' in the east or the west, y'all
You know I have to give my props to the best, y'all
And there's the suckers out there you put to rest, y'all

Yeah, cause I'm a n*gga that's hailed from the west
And I'm smokin' motherf*ckers like Elliot Ness
Yeah, and you don't stop
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