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Ice Cube - The Game Lord lyrics
[Ice Cube] I love chrome and paint, lookin for some motherfuckin corners to bank West coast what the fuck you thank? Everybody here off weed and drank (everybody) Before you check my rims When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs You better check ya friends and see if ya baby momma left with them Blacks and Mexicans - stop all that bullshit in the pen Understand that is us verse them They can give a fuck if we sink or swim They give us guns and drugs then wonder why in the fuck we thugs I got to show my ass to thank these motherfuckers for my past In South Central, Los Angeles - Grandmama smoke cannabis Granddaughter wanna dance and shit, her own momma can't stand the bitch [Hook: Ice Cube - repeat 2X] If you fuckin up, pray to the game lord Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord You can throw it up, pray to the game lord [Ice Cube] I love where I from, hungry ass niggaz better get you some Smart ass niggaz play dumb Y'all can't fuck with the city I run If I snap my fingers, better curl up just like a fetus I hope you know Jesus because if you don't, boy you will see us Where? Up in your house, two double barrels up in your mouth You got some 'splainin to do and don't get the line 'cause we aiming at you (Ewww!) It's a doggy dog world baby, you a nut and I'ma squirrel baby Can I get ya in my world baby? Can ya grease my Jheri curl baby? Did you flip yo' wig to let Michael Jackson baby sit yo' kids? That nigga old as hell They need to throw the motherfuckin momma in jail Let 'em know [Hook - repeat 2X] [Break - repeat 2X] Fuck wit this if you want to, the game lord will punish you Punish us if we ain't true, to the game like we 'pose to [Ice Cube] I'm the game lord, y'all come now Casanova niggaz, got the sun down Run down every hoe that wanna go shoppin Get they kids, take 'em to the mall, buy 'em somethin Are you a gentleman? Big bear wit a nigga named Gentle Ben Ladies, he'll be yo' friend Wait for the cable guy - even let him in Not me, I won't flex or bend just 'cause a hoe promise me some trim You better get wit the rest of them 'cause can't none of y'all even fuck wit Kim Some niggaz was born wit hoe in 'em I was put on this Earth to spit ism And I shall return like it's written And slay all the suckers who be sippin [Hook - repeat 2X] |
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