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the game is cold - b-legit lyrics

[b-legit:]
it’s me and coleone at the pound on perk
wanna hit the stripper spot, maybe knock us some work
it’s been a minute, i’m in it still down to ride
98 nav’ with the screens inside
hoes wanna roll, b-tches know we go big
a car full of dope, n-gg- sittin’ on six
big like a gat, so now my mack stay low
with no dl so i bails from fifth-0
i’m hittin’ corners, blocks, driveways and alleys
whitewall’s and rally’s dippin’ up and down cali
might hit the spot, and wanna get down tough
a bag full of kush and a sack of the duff
you had enough? you know the staff was down to hurt her
the b-tch was a groupie hoe, just f-cked c-murder
and i’m a motherf-cker d-ck that’s platinum and gold
it ain’t my fault, that’s what i was taught, the game is cold

[chorus:]
(“i’m goin’ in they mouth, down they throat”)
the game is cold
(“i’m goin’ in they mouth, down they throat”)
the game is cold
(“i’m goin’ in they mouth, down they throat”)
the game is cold
(“i’m goin’ in they mouth, down they throat”)

[snoop dogg:]
guess who’s back in the motherf-ckin’ house
with a fat sack and a d-ck for your mouth
n-gg- comin’ back with hoes, money and clout
and tryin’ to show y’all what this sh-t is really about
now, i can kick it with b or light up the heat
or holler at p, turn up the beat
bangin’ the fo’, the low-low that is
or slang dodo or coco, fo’ sho’ that is
but i ain’t even trippin’ no more
i’m like the six million dollar man, n-gg- in slow-mo
go bro, take this sh-t as far as ya ever been
sh-t i’m tryin’ to go places, ain’t no n-gg- never been
but then, n-gg-z steady tryin’ to twist me
in the pen i got the whole crip card with me
come get me, y’all n-gg-z know where i’m at
ain’t no limit to this sh-t, just know that
n-gg- know that, we show that

[b-legit:]
up early in the mornin’, dressed in black
i’m to the dope track to get the dope sack
blowin’, it’s mr. bill clinton of vallejo, california
with no warnin’ shots, just thought i’d warn ya
i used to campaign, sold d in the rain
came mother’s day, gave chickens away
now where i stay, in the yay, be on the under
sh-t be like a jungle, sometimes it make we wonder
by the summer, f-ck a hummer, i ball a ‘burban
if n-gg-z don’t get it together, it’s curtains
i’m certain, we all hurtin’, all want a piece
but if you fiddle with mine i turn savage beast
leave you creased n-gg-, like you stole somethin’
people tell me “legit, you’s a cold somethin”
f-ck fightin’ and frontin’, and bustin’ over nothin’
that’s how they fold, the game be cold

[chorus:]
(“i’m goin’ in they mouth, down they throat”)
the game be cold
(“i’m goin’ in they mouth, down they throat”)
the game be cold
(“i’m goin’ in they mouth, down they throat”)
the game be cold
(“i’m goin’ in they mouth, down they throat”)
the game be cold

- b legit lyrics

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