Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Getting Out The Game, artist - Consequence. Album song Take 'Em To The Cleaners, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.08.2004
Record label: Sure Shot
Song language: English
Getting Out The Game |
There’s only one girl on my agenda |
(You talking bout Brenda?) |
Naw I’m talking bout Linda, from last September |
Now Linda love lace like Linda love lace |
LaFace says she like +Mase+ but she love +Face+ |
And I know that Linda was a hip-hop-head |
And I know that Linda gave Hip-Hop head |
But I feel I could convert her |
Cuz I ain’t here to hurt her mayn |
And she was messin wit me when I was still at Burger King |
She ain’t hop in my bed cuz of the whips and cream |
Cuz when I had her in bed I had whip cream |
Shakespearian midsummer night dream |
I unzip things and pull out big things |
They was flashin gr-green, she was like «ch-ching» |
Got em, but she know a rreeal nigga when she, spot him |
So now she’s pickin dresses from Veroraiyn |
Scratchin out her maiden and here’s my name |
Now I’m sittin at the bar wit all my guys |
They sayin «Cheers to you for your future years of pain» |
Like «Dog you ready to give all this shit up? |
The summer’s on its way and these hoes doin sit-ups |
And when they see the way the G-5 lights lit up |
Your gonna wanna have two like John Ritter» |
But naww, I bought her a brand new BM |
He said «Dog, slow down like Brand Nubian now» |
I just feel the need to purge my soul from the work load |
Couldn’t watch another nigga get burnt slow |
She said her man was busy, always bored her with work load |
Never takes her out and falls asleep in his work clothes |
She needs some excitement, which leads to this indictment |
Believe what you like kid, according to her |
When we recorded with her, Linda changed her name to Nicky |
Sang along to Darlin Nicky, co-star of my quickies |
That foot is so pretty, but I’m sure you recognize |
That bra holds titties, those are her titties |
Solar’s so pretty, but not to rub it in |
But that white Russian did make her lonely like the wind |
So the over right that’s in, on the over night depends |
If you take heed the game, and please keep ya name, word |
Cuz she’s just a playa playa |
That’s playin games wit me |
I can’t see myself getting out the game, no time soon |
Ooooh, as I continue as I, Ooooh, as I continue as I |
Oooh, Oooh |
Can’t see myself getting out the game, no time soon |
Ooooh, as I continue as I, Ooooh, as I continue as I |
Oooh, Oooh |