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sarah menescal - don't speak lyrics

ice-t
the seventh deadly sin
don’t hate the playa

(intro: too $hort)
yeah man we just sittin’ back, chillin’
bunch of players listenin’ to the seventh deadly sin
short dawg is doin’ his thing with my n-gg- ice-t
don’t fake the funk

(ice-t)
ice-t baby, this goes out to all you haters out there
actin’ like a brother done did somethin’ wrong
cause he got his game tight
don’t hate the player, hate the game

(ice-t)
sometimes i get illy, c-ck back the nine-milli
i choose not to bust, smack your punk–ss silly
just bought a crib, it cost two-point-five milli
swimming pool in my livin’ room, i guess i’ma w-lly
i don’t get high, so i don’t split the phillies
n-gg-s say they gonna kill me and i say: “oh really?”
hit my kawazakie i pull off on a w-lly
this is straight-lace pimpin’, i know you hoes feel me
i come through – make your whole club petrol
you might as well let go, i blast, make the whole cub echo
you don’t really wannna test an l.a. vet though
most of my crews’ on death row – the real!
quick with the trigger, nice with the steel
step into the kill zone caps get peeled
you whack! you lookin’ for a record deal
bow down, on second thought punk b-tch kneel

(chorus: ice-t)
don’t hate the player, hate the game
n-gg-s, sharpen your aim
every baller on the streets is searchin’ fortune and fame
some come up, some get done up, except the twist
if you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
don’t hate the player, hate the game
n-gg-s, sharpen your aim
every baller on the streets is searchin’ fortune and fame
some come up, some get done up, except the twist
if you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk

(ice-t)
don’t hate, cause my game’s much, tighter than yours
my girls, finer than yours
my jewels shine, brighter than yours
you look me dead in my face
then you act like you don’t see me
you wanna be me, you hate my motherf-ckin’ guts
lickin’ nuts – what’s the deal?
it’s a level playin’ field, my games’ against yours, hustlin’ wars
roll the dice, risk your motherf-ckin’ life
bank rolls and low hoes, anything goes
ridin’ rolls in a week, clap a n-gg- who speaks
i’m suceedin’, in tryin’ to keep from bleedin’ in the lane
crystal meth, f.c.c., and crack, cocaine
got a n-gg- tryin’ to figure out the best route
i got cops in my rear view too, but i’ll shoot
every b-tch i meet is f-ckin’ up to somethin’
take a n-gg- to the crib lay him down and start dumpin’
gat pumpin’, they’ll kill your -ss for a g
hate the game motherf-cker don’t hate me

(ice-t)
yo, my name will sell better than rap like the? acropalis?
suckers might as well step back, there ain’t no stoppin’ this
whack magazines who tried and tried to toppen this
i still got more lexus’ and gators on my shoppin’ list
make a fist, take your best shot, bet you drop it kid
hit more licks than you and never caught a bid
make the whole world go crazy, they said about the pig
bald-headed hoes step back, b-tch go and cop a wig
when i do a show, best believe it drop
every night i got my straps, best believe they c-cked
some b-tch talks crazy, then that b-tch gets socked
if a man steps up, then he too gets dropped
f-ck the cops, i’m still foldin’ fat knots
catch me on the weekend, floatin’ my yacht
say ice kick some game and i’ll teach you a lot
knock your b-tch no matter how hard your block

(outro: ice-t)
i don’t know why a player wanna hate t
i didn’t choose the game, the game chose me

- sarah menescal lyrics

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