Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Games , by - AZ. Song from the album The Format, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quiet Money Direct
Song language: English
Games |
| The most hated, most underrated |
| But it is, what it is |
| Cartier’s studded frames on my facial |
| By this tint, you can sense I’m bi-racial |
| Benevolence of a pimp and I’m grateful |
| Heaven sent, I was meant for a late view |
| Lived the life, unknown the most |
| Never boast, got that grown approach |
| I get it in, professor with the dividends |
| Doe or Die, succesor of my sibblings |
| You know it |
| From petty crimes to a street poet |
| It’s all the grind, steady mind, taught to keep forward |
| The game’s crucial, no gangs I remain neutral |
| It’s more fruitful, trueful I’m living beauful (beautiful) |
| What the loot do, love it or leave it |
| Minor beef to above it to breathe it |
| Reclining seats, fuck how others perceive it |
| I’m doing me, hip-hop since Spoonie Gee in ziplocks |
| So I ask why y’all fooling with me |
| I work hard (you know you know you know you know you know you know) |
| To get the things I have |
| I work hard |
| To get the things I have |
| And I wanna know why you wanna play on me |
| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play) |
| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play on me) |
| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, yeah) |
| Why you wanna, playa hate on me |
| Imagine this: no money, just arrogance and hungry |
| Can see a sex freak, fly mystique and spunky |
| Comfy amongst the streets why y’all creeps is lunchmeat |
| Frauds, like emotional broadsthat’s on their monthly |
| Grungy, violence is the only respect |
| The stress numb me |
| Death is the last thing left |
| So get from me if your math ain’t matching your words |
| I know the half so when I laugh I’m just relaxing my nerves |
| Love furs, diamonds is a mans best friends |
| His and hers is all captured on the camera lens |
| I’m what it was, for the buzz and the torch was lit |
| Never a dud, you all bug, get off my dick |
| Y’all need hugs, I’m just trying to mind my own |
| Little patron, few shines, all kind of colognes |
| Monotone, it’s assertiveness that come when you grown |
| I sense nervouseness, y’all know I’m in that murderous zone |
| But still courties, shake hands and kiss the kids |
| Make plans with the Ms. take trips to live |
| Why bid when the smart got a lot of advantage |
| It’s a art, so know that y’all involved with a mammoth |
| Single handed, never taken nothing for granted |
| Never fronting, my face ain’t never touching the canvas |
| Understand this |
| I work hard (you know you know you know you know you know you know) |
| To get the things I have |
| I work hard |
| To get the things I have |
| And I wanna know why you wanna play on me |
| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play) |
| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play on me) |
| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, alright) |
| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play) |
| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, baby) |
| Why you wanna, playa hate AZ (Why you wanna play on me) |
| Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play) |
| Why you wanna, playa hate AZ |
| Why you wanna, playa hate on me |