| I’ma, 80's baby
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| Mercedes made me
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| Crack money and Moët made me crazy
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| Strapped hungry with no vest, they named me AZ
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| Amongst the militant, too insane to raise me, was Swayze
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| Some old school pimps embraced me
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| And built real between daffodils and daisies, amazed me
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| The cars changed, switched attire
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| Broads came, partied like Richard Pryor
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| (?) frames, no lens to protect my pupils
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| Thou' the heart changed, love amongst my mens was neutral
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| Beautiful
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| We puffed, it was dough to spread
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| With enough bread for uniforms to summon the Feds
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| I fled
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| Instead I had a mouth to feed
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| 19, my queen claimed she havin' my seed
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| Do the right thing is wise, that’s what Spike Lee said
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| So disguised as a mic fiend, my ties was dead
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| The game don’t stop
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| Til the playa get knocked
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| Or the shit flip-flop
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| And you sittin' on top
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| The game don’t stop
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| Til the playa get knocked
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| Or the shit flip-flop
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| And you sittin' on top
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| The game don’t stop…
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| The game don’t stop…
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| The game don’t stop
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| Til the playa get knocked
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| Or the shit flip-flop
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| And you sittin' on top
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| My kid here, career in the bloom
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| I don’t live there no more, I done moved to the moon
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| Whips is like spaceships that zoom on fumes
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| Flooded bracelets they lit like an eclipse in June
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| No cartoon
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| I symbolize the code itself
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| Once told he who hold don’t expose his weatlh
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| But what else
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| When one life’s faced with crisis
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| And you see hate replace the holy faith of the righteous
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| I just
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| Handcuffed and jailed myself
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| Jammed up and, bailed myself
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| With no help
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| Made my own V.I.s and mailed myself
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| It’s all B.I., I had to tell myself
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| I’m on lock
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| And the game don’t stop
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| Til the playa get knocked
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| Or the shit flip-flop
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| And you sittin' on top
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| Flashin' my wrist watch
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| Like, «go get cops»
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| Bitch I’m legit got rich off Hip-Hop
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| The game don’t stop
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| Til the playa get knocked
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| Or the shit flip-flop
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| And you sittin' on top
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| The game don’t stop
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| Til the playa get knocked
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| Or the shit flip-flop
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| And you sittin' on top
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| The game don’t stop…
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| The game don’t stop…
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| The game don’t stop
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| Til the playa get knocked
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| Or the shit flip-flop
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| And you sittin' on top
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| I’m one man but so many monsters in me
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| With one gram had plans on conquerin' cities
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| So on one hand could’ve signed and, launched with Diddy
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| But I ran with my other man, the response was pretty
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| A few grams, a few niggas' fiances with me
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| New Sedans, was feelin' like Fonzworth Bentley
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| Who the man? |
| My homies at the concerts with me
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| I was back on my deen
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| Then the jacket with the jeans
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| Then the hatin' and slackin' with the team
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| Now I know what it means
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| Things ain’t always what it seems
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| It’s the ones that smoke blunts with cha
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| Rap with cha
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| But really want your black ass out the picture
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| Bet the God won’t slip
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| I’m indie with the semi on the Remy loaded talons in the clips
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| Rubber grip
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| Got the silence on the tip
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| So call it what you want I’m on my New York shit!
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| The game don’t stop
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| Til the playa get knocked
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| Or the shit flip-flop
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| And you sittin' on top
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| The game don’t stop
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| Til the playa get knocked
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| Or the shit flip-flop
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| And you sittin' on top
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| The game don’t stop…
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| The game don’t stop…
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| The game don’t stop
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| Til the playa get knocked
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| Or the shit flip-flop
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| And you sittin' on top |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Game Don't Stop , by - AZ. Song from the album Undeniable, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп