a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

it must be me - the game lyrics

[intro: the game]
let’s make it big pharell

[verse 1: the game]
wake up in the morning, oh sh-t!
had to c-ck the 9, n-ggas tryin’ to steal my pits
went out the back door, see them n-ggas hit the fence
i’m telling you, life in compton is a b-tch
let off a couple shots, god d-mn, i missed
say f-ck it anyway, and let off the whole clip
i’m not to be f-cked with, when i’m off liquor
old english in my system, ‘bout to k!ll me a n-gga
see, i remember back in the days, loadin’ my ak
ridin’ ‘round in my impala with my lungs full of haze
that’s when i didn’t give a f-ck, now i got my son
shoot a n-gga, he die, public enemy number one
but, this ain’t no action fl!ck, no johnny depp sh-t
when the tec spit hollow tips in your lexus
so. don’t f-ck with a compton n-gga when he packin’ the gat
yeah, n-gga, i stay strapped

[hook: pharrell williams]
somethin’ hot in here
n-gga, it must be me!
somethin’ hot in here
n-gga, it must be me!
is it the shades? is it the j‘s?
is it the bentley with the full color ways?
or the old-school sittin’ on blades
what could be?

[verse 2: the game]
it’s 2-o’-clock in the afternoon, i’m ‘bout to roll a swisher
‘cause that’s what real n-ggas do when they at home
watchin’ espn on the 70-inch flat screen
k-gs and wade jerseys, blowin’ chronic, that green
gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams
turn hood zombies into a olympic track team
‘till i got shot, and infiltrated the rap scene
had to clean my life up, doc gave me the vaccine
don’t get it twisted, i still cl!ck-clack things
red beam attached to each and every strap
that i keep locked up in my bas-m-nt
if i shoot a n-gga, will the lord forgive jayceon?
i don’t know, still got a sick fetish for shoot-outs and car chases
f-ck pacino, ‘cause we know n-ggas with scarfaces
and we go back, like d-boys and small faces
and we crashin’ new ferraris while ya’ll hatin’
pharrell i think it’s

[verse 3: the game]
n-ggas cain’t f-ck with me, real spit
i guess i am a motherf-cking legend, will smith
all i’m missin’ is a b-tch like jada, bonnie & clyde sh-t
hit the fence like later, sayonara, arrivederci
black rose phantom, interior he-rs- sh-t
and i got some kisses from a couple brooklyn b-tches
them hoes’ll never testify, peace to common
but game keep it hood like weaves and top ramen
never stop coming for the top
if the b-ss a flesh wound and pharrell a head shot
motherf-cker, and when he take aim
bullets enter your frame, my bars simi-lar
to a dragon swalloin’ flames
cain’t walk through the club and take a p-ss
without these new school rap n-ggas on my d-ck
while you f-ck around with your jewelry and all your whips
i pull up with your b-tch pumpin’ gangsta sh-t
now you know

[outro: pharrell williams]
do ya thing, shawty
do ya thing, shawty
do ya thing, shawty
e’rybody lookin’ now
do ya thing, shawty
do ya thing, shawty
do ya thing, shawty
e’rybody lookin’ now
go, go, go
go, go, go
e’rybody lookin’ now
go, go, go
go, go, go
e’rybody lookin’ now

- the game lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular