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[JT] <br />Another G-Man Stan production <br />The originator of this 808 shit in the Bay area <br />You got your boy JT the Bigga Figga <br />thuggin it out with my young nigga the Game, and my homey Bluechip <br />Blacksox, oh boy! Hooked up with Get Low Records <br />Puttin this shit together, my nigga <br /> <br />It ain´t a nigga in the game that could hold me down <br />I´ve been independent forever so they know me now <br />And I´m the cat they gotta find when they wanna get signed <br />You wanna get your paper right you gotta study my grind <br />I´m like Rush in "Krush Groove," a nigga that bust moves <br />right out, and tuck tools, bullets that bust dudes <br />Ain´t no beef in the briefcase, just beef for Pete´s sake <br />We round up cats, to beat ´em in a street race <br />We count paper up, to make a nigga change his plans <br />They under weight so they ain´t gettin off they gram <br />You mad at my boys, cause we choppin ´em in <br />They make twenty then the Fig want 10 <br />That´s the rules that the Get Low, play by <br />The block boys stay high, California stock with K-5 <br />It´s the rules that the Get Low play by <br />Them block boys stay high, the California K-5 <br /> <br />[Chorus: The Game] <br />Huh, it´s the Blacksox doin a joint together <br />The whole world stoppin to listen, ol´ breakers poplockin to this <br />And white boys headboppin in 6´s, niggaz boxin in prison <br />Shit bang hard like a conjugal visit <br />And the game ain´t big enough for niggaz so move over <br />Matter fact, move out, we takin over <br />Them boys is comin, and they aimin straight for the neck <br />The B-L-A, C-K, S-O-X <br /> <br />[Bluechip] <br />Yo, yo, well it´s the B dot L dot, you know the rest <br />Wanted by the feds, hated by the ATF <br />You can catch me at the DuPont Inn, two dykes swallowin gin <br />Shorty sucked me out of my Timbs <br />My bad, that´s your wife? Fuck your life <br />Anyway I heard you workin for vice <br />You ain´t real man you hide behind ice <br />Youse a impostor, snatch him off the roster <br />Always live by the rule, get dough, or die tryin <br />Hardcoded into shinin <br />Pass the bucket now I´m back on bet it <br />If, beef was erased man my tool gon´ finish <br />Never been the loudmouth type <br />Sugar Shane of this rap shit, southpaw when the mac spit <br />Listen rookie, don´t make me mad boy <br />Or you gon´ be like Big, a dead (Bad Boy) <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[The Game] <br />Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right <br />I´m air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes <br />If the Navi outside, I might be there <br />Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs <br />Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare <br />You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear <br />And when the beef cook, I´ma put the piece to your head <br />And if you see a white truck that mean yo´ sheets is dead <br />Then I´m goin goin, back back <br />to the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop <br />Niggaz know I´m good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns <br />Cause if the game on knot, I´m callin the shots <br />I´ll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I´m The LOX <br />Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box <br />And when I die, bury me with the glock, and a bucket of shells <br />In case niggaz want drama in hell <br /> <br />[Chorus]
Letra nueva de la canción
[JT] <br />Another G-Man Stan production <br />The originator of this 808 shit in the Bay area <br />You got your boy JT the Bigga Figga <br />thuggin it out with my young nigga the Game, and my homey Bluechip <br />Blacksox, oh boy! Hooked up with Get Low Records <br />Puttin this shit together, my nigga <br /> <br />It ain´t a nigga in the game that could hold me down <br />I´ve been independent forever so they know me now <br />And I´m the cat they gotta find when they wanna get signed <br />You wanna get your paper right you gotta study my grind <br />I´m like Rush in "Krush Groove," a nigga that bust moves <br />right out, and tuck tools, bullets that bust dudes <br />Ain´t no beef in the briefcase, just beef for Pete´s sake <br />We round up cats, to beat ´em in a street race <br />We count paper up, to make a nigga change his plans <br />They under weight so they ain´t gettin off they gram <br />You mad at my boys, cause we choppin ´em in <br />They make twenty then the Fig want 10 <br />That´s the rules that the Get Low, play by <br />The block boys stay high, California stock with K-5 <br />It´s the rules that the Get Low play by <br />Them block boys stay high, the California K-5 <br /> <br />[Chorus: The Game] <br />Huh, it´s the Blacksox doin a joint together <br />The whole world stoppin to listen, ol´ breakers poplockin to this <br />And white boys headboppin in 6´s, niggaz boxin in prison <br />Shit bang hard like a conjugal visit <br />And the game ain´t big enough for niggaz so move over <br />Matter fact, move out, we takin over <br />Them boys is comin, and they aimin straight for the neck <br />The B-L-A, C-K, S-O-X <br /> <br />[Bluechip] <br />Yo, yo, well it´s the B dot L dot, you know the rest <br />Wanted by the feds, hated by the ATF <br />You can catch me at the DuPont Inn, two dykes swallowin gin <br />Shorty sucked me out of my Timbs <br />My bad, that´s your wife? Fuck your life <br />Anyway I heard you workin for vice <br />You ain´t real man you hide behind ice <br />Youse a impostor, snatch him off the roster <br />Always live by the rule, get dough, or die tryin <br />Hardcoded into shinin <br />Pass the bucket now I´m back on bet it <br />If, beef was erased man my tool gon´ finish <br />Never been the loudmouth type <br />Sugar Shane of this rap shit, southpaw when the mac spit <br />Listen rookie, don´t make me mad boy <br />Or you gon´ be like Big, a dead (Bad Boy) <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[The Game] <br />Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right <br />I´m air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes <br />If the Navi outside, I might be there <br />Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs <br />Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare <br />You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear <br />And when the beef cook, I´ma put the piece to your head <br />And if you see a white truck that mean yo´ sheets is dead <br />Then I´m goin goin, back back <br />to the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop <br />Niggaz know I´m good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns <br />Cause if the game on knot, I´m callin the shots <br />I´ll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I´m The LOX <br />Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box <br />And when I die, bury me with the glock, and a bucket of shells <br />In case niggaz want drama in hell <br /> <br />[Chorus]
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