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The Game( Jayceon Terrell Taylor )
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Too Much [Explicit]
Lyricist:Nathaniel Hale, Scott Storch, Jayceon Taylor
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood Where niggaz don't know good Or know Suge, but the blow good So we rock it like Tracy McGrady Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the '80s So that mean, me, Kanyeezy and Jeezy, all crack babies And it's evident my flow is heaven sent First LP on the same shelf as the veterans
Nigga, I can't be fucked, like a lesbian I'm to hip hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed
Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck but who cares? Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare Don't know how much attention you pay You better be ready to die in this game
I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef, clown My son three now And I've been watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' beats now Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town I mean Chi-Town, fuck it, it can go down
Nigga, I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo' pounds Nigga, this the Wild Wild West, call it a showdown And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig I come back from the dead, tell 'em kill me again
Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie Roll a California blunt and keep watchin' the movie
Inspired by this gangbangin' shit since I was two Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I brought the West Coast back, what the fuck you do? I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck but who cares? Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare Don't know how much attention you pay You better be ready to die in this game
Drive fast, both hands on the dash Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out Roll the fuckin' windows down, let the bass out
Niggaz, drop the top on whatever in Bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs Nigga, you could drive a Bentley if only in your mind
Four doors, leather and wood Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood And I keep a chrome 4 5 under my hood So if I die, nigga, bury me under my hood
Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin' they chain? Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane Long as my family straight, read this at my wake I gave 'em 'The Documentary' and they scraped the plate
Twenty magazine covers, nigga, look at his fate I cannot, will not ever be replaced 'Coz I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck but who cares? Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare Don't know how much attention you pay You better be ready to die in this game
He wolfin' a lot of shit, he look scared You can't find your girl, she right here I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare 'Sides there's way too many hoes in here
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