Put You on the Game lyrics

by

Faith Evans


[Intro]
Electro-convulsive therapy, part one

[Intro: Timbaland]
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Prep with me
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Stank with me
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Wop with me
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game

[Verse 1]
First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain choker
Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rover
Chain smokin, purple haze
This ain't another one of those, this the rebirth of Dre
The rebirth of L.A., the rebirth of hip-hop
Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop'
Hold up, Timb stop - I said
This another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop'
G-G-G-G-G - young homey got sh*t locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent know
I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm ridin with Timbo
[Chorus]
Girl if you got a big back let me bend that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)
I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)

[Verse 2]
I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West in the backseat
Of the Rover, ridin on dubs, n*gga I'm West coastin
The next Hova, from the home of the best doja
Making all that racket, I got the U.S. Open
Stunt on me, I'll leave you wit'cha chest open
Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the tec smokin
G-G-G-G-G - I done paid my dues
N.W.A. is back, this is front page news
I got Dre in the back, ridin on 22's
b*tches screamin let me ride, it must be the shoes
Red and black G6's, red dot on the Glock
I'm goin three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot

[Chorus]
Girl if you got a big back let me bend that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)
I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)
[Verse 3]
My Unit is Guerrilla
f*ck with my La Familia, I will kill ya
G-G-G-G-G-Unit - I know that boy, not familiar
But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him
(Is Compton in the house?) Without a doubt
I'm the rapper with clout other n*ggas yap about
You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser
Got 'em puttin red and blue strings in they G-Units
Get "Groupie Love," tell 'em to keep movin
If I got a problem with a b*tch I let Eve do it
Unless she got on LePearla and I can see through it
I don't just let her ride, I give her the keys to it
Me and my b*tch lay back in the Coupe
I'm movin in the neighborhood, I ain't passin through
I woulda been here after Snoop, but I slowed down
To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suit

[Chorus]
Girl if you got a big back let me bend that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)
I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game)
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