the game – fuck you lyrics
[intro]
yeah, n+gga
n+ggas worry ’bout what the f+ck i say when the f+ck i say it, don’t worry ’bout what the f+ck i say
n+gga i say it how i wanna say it, n+gga i spray it how i wanna spray it, do what the f+ck i feel like doin’, f+ck you
[verse]
i’m a gangsta homie
you a w+nksta phony, i make it rain in cali, f+ck tony! toni! toné!
you got guns? come to compton and show me
i sandwich n+ggas this beef sh+t is baloney homie
i take ya b+tch, make her come ride my pony
that’s ginuwine, i give a f+ck if she fat or boney
long as she catwalk like naomi and freak like missy, i take her to miss sixty
she the [?] wear like king griffey
freckles on her face so i put a bezel on her jake, i wifed hеr
and i don’t mean a wedding
i mean a free pair of g unit snеakers, now she a video extra, yea
baby momma drama, i’m startin’ to feel the pressure, my son see me walk in the house
wit a smith & wesson
school of hard knocks, son it’s a black vest, you need this when you g+ngb+ngin’ in the west, lil man i love you
they can’t stop ya pop’s, they can’t yell g unit, they can’t rock the watch, they can’t drive that new vanquish, and drop the top, they can’t sign with dre and come back to the block
n+gga you ain’t a gangsta, stop frontin’ b+tch
’fore i pull that fo+five
and blaze ya six
might catch me in manhattan wit a amazing b+tch
her boyfriend start point guard for the new york knicks
homie that’s [?], i set her down, flip around, d+ck her down and roll up purple haze and a strawberry
swisher sweet, you my pumpkin, give a trick or treat
i do anything for a b+tch except l!ck her feet
one more thing, i never take a b+tch to eat, you gotta pay for your own meal but the d+ck is free
i’m a gangsta, you can’t get sh+t from me, i almost died in 2001 that’s black history
you can’t understand that then the pistol speak
i g+ngb+ng and shoot rock like pistol pete
you see the cops on my block? then whistle b slash l double o+d
yeah, they can’t stop what’s hot, they can’t yell g unit, they can’t rock the watch, they can’t drive that new vanquish, and drop the top, they can’t sign with dre and come back to the block
[outro]
all of a motherf+ckin’ sudden
n+ggas comin’ out the woodworks
talkin’ ’bout “f+ck game”, i ain’t this and i ain’t that
you right n+gga
i ain’t sh+t
that’s why i’ll blow your motherf+ckin’ top off
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