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he got game - marion write lyrics

[intro: marion write]
now everybody just bounce, bounce
see that’s that player sh-t right here man
m dub, tzj what up

[verse 1: marion write]
i’m the rain in the desert
the diamond in the rough, the voice of the lesser
lessons being served i’m the streets known professor
lookin’ for a queen just to bless her for the better
man who wouldn’t want that
man who wouldn’t want that
the prophet moochammad real as islamic scriptures
rippin through the page like the blades off of scissors
catch me on some no look p-ss, and i ain’t posin’ for no pictures
didn’t need to move to la just to live a dream
shootin’ from the hip 44 like i’m pistol pete
and i don’t stick around if she whack, it’s a hit and leave
and never call me underground until i rest in peace
young’n throw ya v’s up
if you smokin’ throw ya trees up
life is good, but life is better if we peace up
i ain’t slowin’ down, you better find out how to keep up
tony montana, throwin’ dollars in a tea cup
the world is yours and everything in it
skies the limit, turn lead into gold just like a chemist
the rap paulo coelho pursuing my own legends
blessed by a wordsmith, i could dodge any sentence hold up

[chorus a: todd zack jr.]
wavy, baby
true player i ain’t never with the pump fakin’
you should reevaluate all the bold statements
92′ dreamteam but we in vegas, yeah
wavy, baby
i know what you need right now
no need to commit the foul

[chorus b: moose the coolest]
la la-la la
see, real, true player for real he got game yeah
la la-la la la-la
jesus shuttlesworth, hard in the paint every day yeah
la la-la la
see, westside when we ride come correct at the king yeah
la la-la la la-la
doin’ my thing, i don’t even hear what you sayin’

verse:
i got a taste for the greenbacks, love it when it stack heavy
then it’s tickets overseas stayin’ flight ready
got a 20 point lead, pressin’ til the buzz up
then it’s all respect post game, dap hands, brotha much love
much love to the winners
the 97-98 kids with antennas
golden era comic view laughin at you b-tches
bruce bruce fitteds, only rockin’ 10 minutes
luke warm conversations to ya lady, while she witnessin’ finesse
she don’t pay attention to less
let her slide to a real one
banana champagne let me peel one
chilled rum, cherry lime, shorty got her heels pumped
g-ssin’, pedal to the floor while i’m maxin’
gatlin’ on the track, full speed when i’m smashin’
trappin’, made it through the summer no infractions
vampin, marvin g-ye samples got you aggie, i’m gone

[outro: marion write, todd zack jr., moose the coolest]
ahh ahh ahh
ahh ahh ahh
ahh ahh ahh

- marion write lyrics

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