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feelin it - the game lyrics

[intro: game & young rob]
young rob what’s good my n-gga?
chuck what’ up with you
sh-t, in here holdin’ it down man. when you gonna come see a n-gga, put somethin’ on my books man
yeah, i just shopped you something the other day, it should be getting to you. like the next day or two
yeah yeah, i’m f-ckin’ with you n-gga. b-tch came to my f-ckin’ bail, came to my cell n-gga said ‘i had like 2.2 on my books. what i wanna buy?’ told that b-tch give me a motherf-ckin’ million dollars worth of playboy books
you know i had to keep a n-gga’ books right?
yeah yeah, you keep a n-gga flodded man just wait ’till i touch down, i’m gonna be on some sh-t
you been writin’ in there?
little bit, know what i’m sayin’ — on the walls and sh-t
couple bars here couple bars there, been fightin’ and sh-t
you got something i could listen to real quick?
sh-t, g-yeah. check it

[verse 1: game]
most of these rap n-ggas be fakin’, i’m talkin’ the throne chases
i diss ’em on any basis, throw patrón shots to my face and
stay blunted like jamaicans, the marleys puffin’ the finest cheefa
f-ckin’ the finest divas, if i have it i’d like to meet ‘cha
show you how i light the streets up, k!ll n-ggas that never speak up
you my fans, sit in the stands and watch me rip these beats up
like a legend, feel my presence like the dead ones
if i die, my only wish is my face on some air-1s (okay, okay, okay)
my soul’s curled, my baby mommas they drive 6s
as for my b-tches there’s other rappers out there that’s trickin’
my only mission was to sell a couple records
buy a bentley and drive reckless, a big medallion on my necklace
i ‘seen kane and rakim do it, so much respect here
hip hop is dead because you new n-ggas dont get the message
i used to call names out, you n-ggas dont deserve it
so lame out, die from these bullets ‘outta game’s mouth (ooh)

[interlude: game & young rob]
yeah i’ve been here flexin’ my sh-t n-gga i told you
yeah i see your sh-t’s on fire, n-gga i know you got some more sh-t i can listen to
sh-t, h-ll yeah check it

[verse 2: game]
my flow polished, i studied the legends
hip-hop scholar kick knowledge get dollaz’
you got some work then holla
i’m on the block pitchin’, most of us got riches
not trippin’ work hydraulics and f-ck the hot b-tches
youngins dont stop wishin’, if you got a block then flip it
just because i’m a blood don’t mean my n-ggas should stop crippin’
we from the ghetto, we came up without a pot to p-ss in
we gettin’ money stayin’ blunted cause’ the clock is tickin’
you got a rock then pitch it, you got a glock then lift it
them g-unot t-shirts make them n-ggas stop snitchin’
forever ballin’ i’m jim jones with rims
on that blue aston martin interior like my skin tone
most of these rappers want me dead, sh-t i been gone
too cl-ssic, move rapid, my jewels the blackest
the first 8 letters and everything that i stand for
colder than a new york block, shut the d-mn door

[interlude: game & young rob]
changed up your style up this sh-t, ooh-ee
had to give the east coast n-ggas somethin’ man
you know i be on my motherf-ckin’ gangsta sh-t
sometimes i just gotta’ spaz out
man, d-mn i can’t wait ’till you’re home, boy
you know man, it’s like, it’s just another year and half
i’ll be good man. need some p-ssy though, that’s the main sh-t
p-ssy and patron

[outro: game & young rob]
n-ggas calling me back for an encore like i’m eminem
i disappear n-ggas like spinnin’ rims who the f-ck wanna war
meet us at in the corner store, call it the hot spot
where g-ngb-ngers throw hot rocks the boys coming so what
they pop cops, push them hot drops hop out with them shirts on
and say we got rocks high-school drop outs
they’re there to air the block out, stack paper like the ogs told us
(ey come on my n-gga i gotta go, gotta go)
we only chirp on nextels don’t talk on them motorolas
gotta’ feel that (i gotta go pick up brandy man, chuck)
so kick back and listen to what i’m saying, picture me parleying (chuck) i’m flippin’ bricks when you eating p-ssy you chicken sh-t
i f-ck b-tches on their time, i ‘chall when they dime
gettin’ head under the table everybody stay calm
(aww f-ck this sh-t)
i’m great

- the game lyrics

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