Game lyrics

(feat. Mac Dre)

[Mac Dre: Talking]
Serving fat game that you'll never imagine
Boy I can talk a cat off a fish wagon
Or sell an Eskimo ice at a high price and get him twice
Man I not that nice, and games my merchandise
I grime rhymes like bass rocks a "89"
Lacing young playas getting ready for shady times
No shady rhymes you're garented to love it
And since I got so much of it, its gonna cost to dub it
So get ya scrilla, ya fetti, ya scarth, and yo mail
And holla at me folks, I got game for sale

[Verse 1]
Mothaf*ckas jock me cuz I'm dope when I be flowing
Suckas try to stop me, but im honking keep on going
Im simply not the type that likes to kick it with a square
I kick it with the b*tch cuz filthy rich cuz im gone play here
Time and time again man n*ggas always ask me
Why do hoe's jock you when you spit raps so nasty
I look them in the eye and I reply to the question
Game is to be thought so let me teach yo ass a lesson
b*tches love n*ggas who can pop a lot of sh*t
Sprung off the tongue so they jock for the di*k
I never met a broad who didn't like the way I laced her
Poured this hoe some game and served this pimpin as a chaser
Fools can't understand about the sh*t I teach in a verse
Rapping about that b*tch and how she reached in her purse
It takes a true playa to really recognize
Its all about the money not the sh*t between the thighs
Suckas love pus*y more than money cuz they show it
They eat it and retreat and they even pay for it
I truly don't know why those fools be salting up the game
Real n*ggas pimp but you don't here me man
I know this mothaf*cka who won't hesitate to hit a b*tch
A right to the jaw is what I saw when he got with his b*tch
Showing no mercy for those hoes who be flossing
Acting like they all that when they only good for tossing
I feel the same way about those b*tches that be faking
Hoes ain't sh*t unless they bringing home the bacon
And if its like that then I act like I love the ho
But when im not with her man I di*king down another ho
Playas know that I flow is nothing but that real sh*t
f*ck those faking broads man get you a real b*tch
[Chorus]
I don't be bull sh*ting with the game that im spittin
So pay attention to this game that you getting
Its kind of foul but some say wow
But I be serving it real the only way I know how

[Verse 2]
As I put don't this demo know you when you I hear no
Sucka sh*t out these lips but I bet you'll hear mo
Styles and techniques sh*t to catch freaks
If ya lacking macking homeboy you best beat
I serve it the right way, those broads who like Dre
Im giving baby action if im thinking she might pay
I might play, with the body and soul
And have her doing every got damn thing she told
I manipulate than stipulate
The rules then I use every grip she makes
Im a playa in this game but professional
And if you ain't sh*t b*tch im going to let you know
Then im gone let you go ho cuz I don't need ya
Take them, break them, shake them
Is a pimp's procedure
Simps they feed ya be glad they g'd ya
Im going to seet back and analyze and read ya
Peeps potentials read percentiles
Then run a player check on your freak condenses
No time to play games with broads who say thangs
Its realer and I tell the b*tch the sh*t the Dre brings
Is realer then Swiss cheese
Im out to get geez, if you ain't with it
Punk b*tch then get these nuts in your mouth
No more no less
You f*cking around with that pimp playa crest
[Chorus]
[Talking]
Spittin that real sh*t ya know
Mac who
Mac-mothaf*cking-Dre
Crest Side, For my folks, my real folks
Young Sugawolf-mothaf*cking-Pimp
Im fresh out the mothaf*cking federalies
And my folks is giving me love on this album
I got to turn this out for you cudie
I got to do this for you cudie
Young Dubee you big ol' pimp you
Love you folks
Lets get rich, pimp a b*tch
And kill a mothaf*cking snitch