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MC Shan - I Ran the Game lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ] A lil' lil' to make the ladies scream This story is all about a tag team The plot of the game was to jerk me One would wind me, and the other would work me These two were livin life triflin To the point you would wanna get a rifle and Blast their brains all the way to oblivion Sweet Polly Pure and her homegirl Vivian I first met em in the state of Wisconscin When I caught ol' Vivy sneakin a peek at my Johnson You could see that shine on my fronts I said, 'Go for it, pal, cause you only live once' I threw a quick glance at ol' Vivy And she gave the eye that everything was splivy The moment had arrived, I didn't wanna waste it All choked up cause my eyes were pasted On the bumps between her neck and her waistline And I knew I had to hit her with a bassline I said, "I'd like to introduce me" But I wasn't about to let ol' Polly and Vivy juice me She said, "I seen you clockin us And I bet that you were thinkin 'bout knockin us But if you had the chance, now would you? Better yet, my man, now could you? I said, "I'ma tell ya, no sense lyin I be damned if I didn't die tryin" She said, "I'm just kiddin, and we don't do that" And I said, "Sure, what train runs through that?" Like a prospector stakin his claim You mighta been dealin, but I ran the game (Yo, yo, place your bets Word up, I got the bank, yo He-he-he, word to mother) (Place your bets) (Place your bets) (Place your bets) You mighta been dealin, but I ran game (2x) [ VERSE 2 ] Now Polly wasn't into any regular ritz With that big bold ass and them rhinestone tits Just lookin at Vivy had me comin in excess All I seen was horses on the plains of Texas I asked them if they knew a place that I could rest at Kinda hopin they would suggest that But I still had doubts And they said, "Come on over to our house" "Then it's to your place we step to Here comes my ride, yo James, what kept you?" I can still see the faces like a snap shot Like they musta hit the jackpot I could see em just sneakin and canivin it The car was borrowed and my homeboy's drivin it Some freaks, me and James drived past them I was surprised how quick that gased em "Before you put up the glass to divide, Sir Are you planning to ride her?" "Do we have to go through it? Put the pedal to the metal, James, now do it" Vivy sittin with her legs all cocked I said, 'Goddamn, she gotta get her boots knocked' Polly asked me where the bar was And what else this car does This car is boring and restless Pussy invitations, I was now on the guest list They made a few ice teas from Long Island You're talkin 'bout a brother that's smilin Like a prospector stakin his claim You mighta been dealin, but I ran the game (Yo, yo, place your bets Word up, I got the bank, yo He-he-he, word to mother) (Place your bets) (Place your bets) (Place your bets) You mighta been dealin, but I ran game (2x) [ VERSE 3 ] Now Vivy had my limb hard as a bark I was ready, I was set, and I was on my mark Like a thoroughbred she was the gait I yelled, "Time, hold up, wait!" Before I take my iron and I brand em and bond em I revealed my super lubricated sensitive condom She yelled out, "Timber!", and I said, "Fall" Damn, what the hell James gotta ring the phone for? Just like a sucker he said he would bust me "Chill, you're with it, homeboy, trust me" Turned my back to fix the blind up And in a glance they both were lined up I had the whole world in the palm of my hand And more pussy than a man could stand Mile after mile I was stickin ol' Vivy Polly on the side sayin, "Gimme, gimme, gimme" Up and down, doin it to death Y'all better hold on, there's a lot more left There I was, drivin it deeply The tag was made and Polly yelled, "Freak me!" So I sent her on a far out trip Kicked that 'don't you ever leave me on the lonely' tip I had Polly and Vivy pinned to the mat 1-2-3, and they was out like that They thought I was a sucker, Mr. Lollypop Man On the bumps they would always say, "Shan! Shan!" They were probably thinkin Grants and Franklins I'm surprised they didn't hear the change shanklin Since they didn't, that's too bad About 89 cents, and that was all I had Now as for Polly and Vivy and their big-time talk I left them drunk bitches on the sidewalk Just like a prospector stakin his claim You mighta been dealin, but I ran the game (Place your bets) (Place your bets) (Place your bets) You mighta been dealin, but I ran game (2x) |
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