I got my boy Big Daddy Kane, and KRS-One is in here and Game [Game: yeah], matter fact Game you know what [Game: yeah] Game: Razor sharp my flow is
Yeah Uhh, uh oh, startin to feel this, startin to feel it [Black Rob] Yo who these cats think they is, takin they biz That's roun here, yo dog don't
(feat. Rell) [Hook: x2] Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the, Damn I miss the Game Game When it's gone come back, come back? I'm gettin tired of the dumb
Chorus: Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on,
Ogni favola e un gioco che si fa con il tempo ed e vera soltanto a meta la puoi vivere tutta in un solo momento e una favola e non e realta. Ogni favola
dick I start bangin' on the window, 'I don't mean to disturb' 'But Cris can you drop me off Downtown on 3rd? ' He said 'Sure, waddup Game hop in' He
my dick I start bangin on the window, I don't mean to disturb But chris can you drop me off downtown, on third He said sure, waddup game hop in He was
I gotta sing you rap niggas a song before I put you the [?] So close your eyes just one last time as I put you sleep Nigga rest in peace, you don't want
look in my eyes, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game tell them where your from, Nigga westside! [Verse
game Blame it on the playa (don't fall too fast) Not the game Blame it on the playa (don't fall too fast) Not the game Blame it on the playa (I know it
Le porte dei giardini sono chiuse, l'inverno ha le sue nevi da portare e se nel cuore canta una canzone fa che un'armonica la suoni piano piano,
La luna che guardava due matti ad ascoltare l'amico che cantava quel caro vecchio frac e il vicolo era stretto la poverta' era grande buttandosi dal
kark her ?? You don't want death to walk her Not sayin that - ain't nuttin could do me But in the rap game, all secondary to me WHOA, whatever I settle
trying to keep my thoughts in check everyday I struggle to keep my mind sane Pull an AK and I can't tell Heaven and hell keep playing mind games [Verse
puttee They want a jigga with figures sittin' swole with them goodies So follow me now to the land of the brick lick hitters Go getters and wig splitters and a little game
curfew, because they can't hang out I'm gettin' paid 'cause I'm good; it's no mystery You see, I'm rollin' with the man that's makin' history Lejuan Love
all in my home And if they catch you with me in my brand new car I'll be stressed out, fucked up, sittin' behind bars And I'm knowin' 'bout your history
