Game - Exclusively - Sözleri

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G 

Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be 

They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke 

We came a long way but still we got so far to go 



[Verse One] 

Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow 

At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know 

I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin me 

And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly 

Politickin economy, if I could be a made nigga 

Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga 

Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field 

Deep with the skills for the bills 

I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill 

I bring the thrill like Will Clark 

I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth 

You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth 

I serve the thunder, that shit that'll brang in the roof 



[Verse Two] 

My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches 

Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks 

Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble 

Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel 

There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up 

Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up 

I got no time for that fake shit 

Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick 

So nigga basically the world is a ghetto 

Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow 

I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me 

There's nothin you can do to me 

My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets 



[Chorus] 



[Verse Three: The Game] 

Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas 

You can't ball then it's probably the haters 

Can't breathe then it's probably the desert, if you a gangster or not 

I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot 

And every nigga gon' cry when he hit 

The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit 

And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know 

if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit 

Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this 

The Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit 

Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6 

Fuck you up like one time'll do 

And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard 

Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw 

Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket 

You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it 



[Verse Four] 

It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line 

Feelin like I'm runnin out of time 

It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get better 

These streets got me hungry as ever 

Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game 

Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain 

to bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle 

Organize the brains and muscle 



[Chorus] 



[Verse Five] 

You {?} like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze 

Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery 

Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels 

In the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels 

Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage 

'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin 

Niggaz'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground 

After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya 

Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors 

Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history 

A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my credibility










		
			



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