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Rasheed - Game Tight lyrics
f/ Lay Lo, Low-G [Verse 1: Max Mannili] Nigga I'ma hustla by nature not by law Trick suck a Lay Lo ass nigga Put my dick in ya jaw I play it raw Got a lifetime of game from my Pa Can make the ground shake beatin up in my car For shhhh I'ma do my thang till I can't no mo And tell them hoes like Low bitch you already know Max and Von go together like D's and V's And went from Z"s to ki's On the block wit the G's A young nigga so cold I make the microphone freeze I hit my lick in threes You know stackin my cheese Fuck for ssshhheeezz Let me tell you bout this Lay Lo crushed out shit The only niggas wit dat thirty-two ounce shit That make yo titties bouce shit To give Mannili some score and ride yo dog ass clean the hell out shit Then I'ma stretch my hustle out like elastic SO fuck goin for broke at the Bayou Classic Cause in early ninety-nine Shit got drastic Buster still owe me feddi And he gone end up with his ass kicked Late ninety-nine Niggas started rappin like me But in two G C gone come up off my samplin fee [Chorus: Max Mannili] Cause I'ma nigga that's so tight game tight Ya holla fo me say my name right name right I do my hustlin on my block my block And kill that beef shit wit my glock non stop Don't fuck around nigga So tight game tight Ya holla fo me say my name right name right I do my hustlin on my block my block And kill that beef shit wit my glock non stop Don't fuck around nigga [Verse 2: J-Von and Low-G] Well let me tell you bout them Lay Lo boys They stay crushin All night and all day hustlin It's plain to see we straight thuggin But don't say nuthin I aint tryin to blow my calm state We just blazed the el grande Blige of Ganja Some atomic bombay Me, Rasheed, Hap, and Low-G watch out fo the po p's Smoke black by the ways to snatch mo cheese We still Low-G We still duck off layin low key Shippin that D from 225 to siete, uno, three Man you know me maan I'm J-Von Crack necks like pecans Sewin up the whole south region Totin a fire arm in each palm Tellin em bring the beef on Better not be home Ya never see us We touch ya sleepin and cut ya breathin supply Disrespect and ya die Do what I do to get by Hoes still think that my shit shy Strap a nine and lets ride Do the job and survive Then hall ass back to the Dope House Count cheese and get high [Low-G] Si mon Es el pelom de Houston Max Mannili, Rasheed, and my nigga J-Von Didn't I tell you just to leave my ass alone No hai perdon Rippin your heart wit the microphone Mamacita Yo te dedico esta cancion. Y ya no llores si estoy laqueado En la prison Dia dia Y ano ano Si tusupireras COMO TE EXTRANO Y no medigas que no [Chorus] [Verse 3: Rasheed] We in that Lay Lo Lay Lo Gotta get dat mudafuckin papo papo That's how the game go Low-G Low-G My partna know me know me Keep it real mudafuckashow me It's ya boy Rasheed Rasheed Blazin da bong weed Let me proceed let me proceed Oh yes indeed Because I got it Nigga got it Betta get that million dolla platinum earing Ugh ha ha ha ha ha ha I'm wit da South Park South Park Talkin bout dat Mexican Happy P Happy P Don't want no plexican Big B Put it down for all the engineering Break it down break it down What you people are hearin Currency currency Gotta get that cash flow cash flow Like my homie Fidel Castro Castro Keep it real for the new millenium llinium Fuck wit me then we'll bury em [Chorus] |
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