Testi:
Game The Too Much

out this time. Too much to prove, now it's the end of the line. Too much to prove. Too much to prove. Too much to prove. Too much to prove, now it's

trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One: The Game] Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much

trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One: The Game] Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much

man, call me the front man [Chorus One: The Game] Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic

niggaz, putting shit up in y'all ears We switching game, like niggaz switch gears We on the grind, with blood sweat and tears [Mr. 3-2:] What's happening out here, too much

A-L-D Fuck what the haters say, we paper chase So you can't tell me a muthafuckin' thang But the [?] We [?] too much blood gushers Cuz you ain't the one

all try stick to you Hold you down if they can or besicken you They try to blind you with they aim too Enforcin written jurasdictions that we all got

a freak without warning I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] Girls always ask me why I fuck so much I say

Chillin' with my love Partying fo' sho' It feels good to see I love the summer Everybody if you with me sing [Nate Dogg] We got the game on lock On