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The Game - Special lyrics
(Ahh man hey game dont tell me you love her) I mean I like the bitch I dont love her (Next thing you know your gonna be all bo buud up with her and shit Fuck That) [CHORUS] X2 Girl i do it anything i make you feel special man its easy to see your special to me whether we lovers or friends we'll always be i want you to know your special [Game (Verse 1) ] L-A-X to JFK thats where it all happened caught you walkin out that Gucci store In Manhattan i was in chains and cuffs you was with your girls i was in that aftermath chain you was in pearls it was me against the world babygurl, you had dreams of stardom the prince of Compton meets the Queen of Harlem First date at Mr. Child's it was culture our culture la perla, gucci, louie, fendi, prada, dolca running circles in my livin room tearing up sofas maclaren or rover fuck it maa lets tear up the highway let the sprewells spin till the plates fall off then we can go one on one at Dre's house jeans painted wit the waist cut out you rock em the flyway that little bit of compton mixed with bedsty way and girl im not trying to excite you im trying to wife you bamboo earring, white air nike yeah!! [CHORUS] X2 [Verse 2] i like your style i like the way you move the way you talk the way you smile the way you swingin them hips when you walk the way you look the way you ride when you workin them thighs the way you lickin your lips when you look in my eyes you down for me im down for you you go down on me i go down on you i wanna do all the things that your man wont do im from tha hood so i know how to handle you keep you in pink rocks and g-unit canvas shoes show you how to gangsta lean when the lambo move i take you to new york city atlanta too show you how to fly them birds and them hammers do and you know... [CHORUS] X2 [VERSE 3] let me tell you about the birds and b's how i stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys your boyfriend dont like me cuz he dont get a fourth from my cheese and you can take bak the porche and his keys hop in the range rover you aint gotta force him to leave i got a chrome .44 in my jeans you got gucci frames covering the mark on your face cuz he dont want you to leave and i dont want you to stay sometimes i wanna snatch that nigga out his CLK i know he treatin you the way KC did Mary J. i wanna ease your pain kick off your louie sandals let me wipe your tears with my G-Unit bandana you make me wanna peal you out them jeans when you rockin them its me and my girlfriend like 2 PAC and them Jay- Z and Beyonce or Bobby and Whitney we the '05 Bonnie and Clyde Feel Me! |
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