[Chorus x2] Pac man, y'all niggas know my name It'll take a quarter key to survive in my game They call me Pac man, and ain't a damn thing change Even though I got signed I'ma still slang thangs
[Verse 1] Ay yo I cop power pellets (and y'all call 'em bricks) I make little dots (and y'all chop rocks to flip) Before junior, they had me out on a chase Running from these ghost monsters y'all calling the jakes All I do is stack loot Run around and eat fruit And harass these lady cops named Pinky and Sue My whole life been a maze in a chase Can't keep still without these monsters on my back invadin my space I got two hitmen that'll bury U brothers They rule the underworld U know'em as the Mario brothers Straight cannons And won't hesitate to shoot U And they stay goin to war wit that latin King Koopa I got a worker named Frogger When I say jump he leap A highway boy who be runin the streets Wit that package Dodgin through traffic that's narrow And my nigga Donkey Kong bringin weed in by the barrels
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I take over blocks section by section Shake under cover cops and make 'em change direction They best bet is to relax and chill Sonic couldn't catch me I'm good at track and field I might run up in your spot When I'm runnin' from the cops Sling work a Dime a dot A hundred a rock I give out cooked Yeah But I only get raw And I keep a nice stash in case I have a Pitfall I got a worker named turtle that be movin my snow He bring strait dough He just move it too slow I don't fuck with them crabs I had to blast those boys I caught them breakin down my rocks like asteroids Met ms. pac told she could go on a mission But first she got to let me put in pole position I wish I woulda knew then what I now know sooner Cause 10 towns later here come pac Jr.
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I got drugs for every race, color, and creed I sling mushrooms to white boys in club Centipede Donkey Kong was gettin money from slinging weed I don't know why he wanna start a pie factory We can be partners That's murda, us connecting Wit the right blow And Burger Time doing the cheffin We can get doe Can't let the cops catch us And if it move slow (still stack blocks like tetris) Whoever don't wanna get down, they stupid Not the one to jump around these blocks like Q-bit Ain't nobody out there making no noise Wit they own route but that nigga Paper Boy We can take his stuff He ain't tough he a nut He always letting Dig Dug pump em up I pull a plug on 'em niggas if they don't wanna set it Game over niggas, I'll see you next credit
[Chorus x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
