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Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dominoes |
Khakis and house shoes, pork pie hat ace, deuce |
Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today’s news |
Ball on the TV, highball glass clinking |
As ice melts in dark liquor tight joint pressed freely to |
Thin lips, smoke wisps, counts points on fingers |
With rings emblematic of juice he drops talking 'bout |
Young blood, cuz cuz, game is to be sold |
No pillow talking, real men don’t freeload |
They hustle, mouthpiece, enemies closer |
Family first trust your fist before toasters |
Always your first mind, don’t get caught slipping |
Don’t talk to pigs get money over bitches |
Pussy is good but don’t let that ho run you |
Back in the day you don’t know what they’ve been through |
No snitchin, shake hands, eye contact, fake friends ain’t shit |
No regrets, young’un, run to the store for some cigarettes |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
Money talk, listen to the OG |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
Cause he always gonna say it how it be |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
Telling stories ‘bout the glory and defeat |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game game |
Like it’s dominoes |
And the game isn’t spoken of |
Smokin' out, pulling up, lean with it, rock |
Wood grain, leather seats, ain’t nothing stock |
How many spokes 'fore they hear what you sayin' |
How many tracks do a pimp got to stand |
How many traps 'fore they catch on they bitch on |
The position to get pissed on, there no Kelly here so no pissin' on |
He pissed off them police by driving too slowly and |
Flashing them rollies and gold teeth for the homies who |
Don’t care, put one in the air, put Sun in |
The mirrors drive east get bossed up these sirens |
Are serene she slurping her codeine with slurpee and |
Coating her slurring like y’all don’t even know anything about |
Trill shit, yeah ho, real spit, deal dough for them |
Fuckboys, fuck around with them fuckarounds get cut for it |
Mafia, meet Noriega meet Yoruba make magic city |
Savages with them karats making this ratchet shit look lavish |
Cause it is |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
Always Gs getting money in the streets |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
And they never scared to tell it how it be |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
Telling stories ‘bout the glory and defeat |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game game |
Like it’s dominoes |
Cause the game isn’t spoken of |
Beanpole on the playground, size six Chuck Taylors |
Little girls and basketball, young’uns be players |
Talking mess like kids do «yo mama’s so fat» |
Circle starts forming, he ain’t gonna take that |
Small fist through small teeth, fractures enamel |
Lip swells up quick plus spit make him look camel- |
-Esque got him some get back, elbow to left eye |
Scrap till they pulled apart, no tears Gs don’t cry |
Pops didn’t, never seen it, just sucked teeth and quick walk come |
Back after click-clack sound grab keys and hit the block |
Knuckle up, never scared, keep names out strange mouths |
Replace it with blood make that fool one with the ground |
Scraped knees, ripped clothes, school nurse, parent’s called |
He remembers all that sips dark liquor from highball |
Glass khakis and house shoes pork pie hat ace, deuce |
Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today’s news |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
Money talk, listen to the OG |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
Cause he always gonna say it how it be |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
Telling stories ‘bout the glory and defeat |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game game |
Like it’s dominoes |
And the game isn’t spoken of |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
Always Gs getting money in the streets |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
And they never scared to tell it how it be |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game on 'em |
Drop that game on 'em |
Telling stories ‘bout the glory and defeat |
Drop drop drop that game on 'em |
Drop that drop that game game |
Like it’s dominoes |
Cause the game isn’t spoken of |