[Hook] Ugh, I run game, but nah, no we don't ever play Feel this: fast, legends: maps We make paths, and send you on your way Know you in the fray right now Power on through, we going turn this out Like a stick up: hands high (high), get your hands high (high) Get your hands high (high), Get your hands high (high)
[Verse 1: Mad Dukez] (Make 'em say...) Uggggh This game is like a drama story Nathan, no one fabricating bout his rhyming glory I'm professing that I probably had a couple in it Hip-hop ain't complete without a rumble hitting Gotta find the words, Scrabble the deluxe edition Bambi bust her load, will sex and ruin future living Shady business keep the cover and the dollars spinning Money make them hoot and holler, smiling like a gremlin Or in Christ position, basking while his shoes he flicking Stories depicted vividly, say I have super vision Every crew has got an overzealous fraternizer Rap surprise them, expectations turn to fertilizer Tele-spitting, better than your cable's best provider Hitter for hire, out the park off of a pitcher's slider Voted most unexpected in the ranking cypher Ugh, running game, but I ain't playing Tiger
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[Verse 2] Ugh, one ton-size egos Extra ordinary attitudes from simple people My look was small, like through a peephole These studio deebos, fronting like they kill it – homie, we know See the pretenders playing dress up from the neck up Terrible performers in your ear will fuck your head up I check the bill before determining a setup Gauging the explosion, I perform and never let up My cold steez, you can't breathe You fold, please - now get your ante up My lane strong, your game wrong Don't play with me, because you ain't built as tough Rough and rugged from the jewel producing nugget fields Take personas, get a seat and spin like Ferris Wheels Spin the gambit, game is handled marathon is running Ain't no playing gunner, best to lock and load for something
[Hook x3]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.