Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Excercise Yo Game, artist - Coolio.
Date of issue: 30.10.1995
Song language: English
Excercise Yo Game |
When I was fifteen years old |
Straight dope game I was told |
I went from, selling pennies of the riders dank-ah (riders dank-ah) |
Timin ass think of slangin crank (think of slangin griqua) |
Situation critical: phone home, phone home |
Talkin on my digital: call phone |
Ya seen a boatload of situations, for dangleations |
Invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations |
Boy I tell you shit is pitiful, damn! |
Vocally repentable, dead right! |
I try to stay away from artificial (artificial) |
Plastic ass (plastic ass), pleather motherfuckin individuals |
(Fuckah!!) |
Exercise yo' game main |
Cause things is changin and rearrangin |
Exercise yo game main |
Just use yo' brain main don’t run the same game |
Exercise yo' game main |
Fertilize yo' grass, playa get that cash |
Exercise yo' game main |
But you gotta make it last! |
Verse Two: Coolio |
One lone loco rides away |
Into the sunset but, I ain’t done yet |
Respect yourself and wear your vest |
Keep your guard up cause fools be hard up |
When you hittin dips better check yo' clips and |
Watch the police and the Bloods and the Crips |
Anyway you choose got ta pay your dues |
Keep one in the chamber cause the shoes always loose |
Rubber wheels beat rubber heels anyday |
Put the green in your jeans and get the holes out ya halo |
Or you can stay broke while your homies is rollin smokes |
And sippin yak and smokin dank and tellin jokes, haha |
Pa-pap, pa-pap *gunshot sound accompanies*, fool you can have that |
I worked too hard for mine, to let you take a dime |
No pain no gain no pocket change |
Prepare yourself for battle, exercise yo' game |
Exercise yo' game main |
Make your money grow don’t you be no ho low |
Exercise yo' game main |
Keep your works on tight to make yo' stash stay right and |
Exercise yo' game main |
Fertilize your grass, playa get yo' cash |
Exercise yo' game main |
Playa get your coins, be like Donald Goines |
Have heart have money man, have heart have money man -- YAKNOW! |
Verse Three: KAM |
I got next you wanna run with me homey (yeap) |
Well I don’t need playas in the paint who cain’t do nuttin fo' me |
Show me get down nigga (right) we can make sumpim happen (yeah) |
I’m West coast Eastside East hood slum gangsta rappin |
Niggas say you want to be affiliated (yeah) |
Well let me warn you: I’m the kind of playa that’s really hated |
I’m rated X like Malcolm |
E-40, Coolio, and KAM -- sprinkle game like talcum |
You want to make money in the game well let me show you |
How to do for self cause ain’t nobody gon' do this for you |
Oh you caught like lint; |
if you waitin on the mystery God |
Cause ain’t nobody gonna give you shit |
You gotsta get up, off yo' ass |
And put yourself in heaven on Earth, before you pass |
And exercise yo' game -- exercise yo' game fool |
Verse Four: 40 Thevz |
Peep game from a young ass, rollin on the one way |
Foot to the gas got the indo mixed with hash |
Monday through Sunday and all in-between |
I fiend for my paper, my fed, and my green |
Ain’t no busters or no suckers on my team or in my mattress |
Just call me the Pimp |
And you can call me the Rat |
Watch my feet hit the tracks it, ain’t no lookin back |
I’m on a mission tryin to put my fuckin click on the map |
But these niggas don’t know the half |
Runnin with riff raff but I got some game for your bitch ass |
Cause your game is weaker than an anorexic |
I exercised my game until I had my game perfected |
I wrote the game on paper then I put the game on record |
You better check it nigga don’t you every disrespect it |
Thevz in the house better exercise yo' game |
Exercise yo' game |
Have heart have money main, have heart have money man, YAKNOW! |
Exercise yo' game main |
Make your money grow don’t you be no ho low |
Exercise yo' game main |
Keep your works on tight to make your stash stay right and |
Exercise yo' game main |
Fertilize your grass, playa get that cash and |
Exercise yo' game main |
But you gotta make it last (make it last)!!! |
All day erytime |
Yeah |
E-40 and tha motherfuckin Click |
That’s right |
PMD |
Yeah |
Crowbar, Barr 9 |
Uh-huh |
40 Thevz |
That’s right |
Erytime, motherfucka |
In that ass |
like Bugsy |
Yeah |
De massive |
Uh-huh |
We don’t stop |
My nigga Kam |
We don’t quit |
God damn! |
Fuck a motherfucka -- we on hit, the Bay to L. Aaaaaaaaaii |
Slide |
Motherfucka display |
All the way to Compton |
Yo' game orientate in situations |
Niggas dump all on my Clickalications, I’m pervin |
Oh yeah |
Erytime motherfucka |
Sho' we do -- don’t let us in we breakin in fool |
This is what I do |
Yeah -- E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz -- my nigga Kam, god damn |
Yeah, Barr 9 in the house |