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John Cena - Running Game lyrics
[20 second instrumental to open] [Chorus 2X: John Cena] We roll by in the pimp ride (then we) Walk through with the pimp slide (y'all know me) Crew heavy on the thick side Everybody feelin this, y'all know we serious [John Cena] I'll be makin you move so quick you can't see me in slow-mo Get your throat cut when you step in the dojo Y'all got no flow, we be makin hits You like a proctologist, you feelin my shit Yeah - you all hype like a street team I spend more time holdin a mic than Mean Gene Makin beat fiends scream, they be lovin the click Roll solo to the party but I leave with ya chick Cause she know that when I'm flowin it's hot There's a party in my pants, she be blowin the spot Buck naked in the old school drop, givin me skull again She give me free strokes, that's why I call her a mulligan See me on TV, knows everything about me You can't fuck with me, she can't fuck without me And if you think she don't be lovin my thangs That's like sayin you eat at Hooters for the buffalo wings, what? [Chorus] [Tha Trademarc] Fuck record execs, promisin checks I been cleanin tables now I'm seein labels, these chicks sayin "haven't we met," man holdin my breath Feel like the lesser of two evils that I haven't seen yet I got girls runnin game with a pimp strut Big butt booty bitches tryin to link up They walkin toward me, conversation and they body bore me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story Nas said it before, that's raw If you leavin the club your clothes'll end up on the car floor Man, I got no time for words after sex I just kick you to the curb and be laughin next Cause Trademarc is a clingy chick's nightmare Even though you took me home, I won't spend the night there I've had hookers to virgins, on they back Wild sex all the way to dead lays like necrophiliacs [Chorus] [John Cena] Johnny Cena got the girls, girls but I'm not Jay-Z I play the field, I never let the field play me You see my Chevy? You know there's ten chicks aboard Plus the whip got more switches than the mixer board I'm stickin your whore, while you flossin your Range Gave her a dollar, she gave me back a buck and some change She tried to swallow me whole, I brushed the back of her wig She called my dick Frank White cause it's +Notoriously B.I.G.+ [Chorus] |
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