The Game

[The Game]
Yo, its the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four
With the Ds spinnin I can bag a ho
Top down so my rag can show, whatever in the dutch
Purple or orange haze its just a bag of dro
Hit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge
In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Maglis on
Im a gangsta and the birds they love it
20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby Puckett
You cant buy a Ferrari fuck it, cop lle from J
The bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage
He order rock and cover it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the ball is live
Aint nobody fumblin on my block
We in the field like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin the rock
Nothin less than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop
Shoot you and take your vest and your glock, motherfuckers
[Chorus]
Whatchu know about stackin Gs; you got to come fuck wit me
Puffin on sticky green; you got to come fuck wit me
My team is just oh so clean; you got to come fuck wit me
Whatchu know about stackin Gs; you gots to come fuck wit me
[JT]
Im in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my tracks
I push paper to increase my shine
Im on my chief, jumpin out the wagon like Tyco
And get the kind of paper that these niggazll die fo
Bossed out, camouflage under my vest B
Motorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskis
Rule #1, keep your eye on your cash flow
Cause rule #2 will get rid of your best so
None of em best show, ridin in stress mode
less they got petrol, pushin that Benz slow
Pick up the Game, lets count some cash
Then we, get to the do, then you put on your mask
On some other shit, ridin witcha boy now
We on the West coast, seek and destroy now
Its like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets fin to blow now fosho now
[Chorus]
[Verse Three - unknown]
The underboss, ill too fast
Buildin my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sag
Not Gil but tryin to top, the nerd Bill Gates
From the city of project buildings and them mossberg Ks
San Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, California
Man its Get Low so best to toast, or torchll spray on ya
Uhh, makin mafia moves, skate from the cops
Yeah they tried stoppin ya dude
But nah, the ball, it dont stop
A shot callin if I fall then my thoughts gon flock
Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc Figgaro
Clear {?} and Im the in-di-vi-dual
Holdin weight, in the dope state
Tokin the 8-8, oh, fold {?}
Watch our bread and our team skyrocket
Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys cant stop it
[Chorus]
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