| I got love for the game
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| That’s why i’m rhyming and always stay in the booth
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| Never lying to the people, always telling the truth
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| I feel the bass in my chest
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| It gives power to songs
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| Girl rippin' when i’m home about the hours i’m gone
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| I can’t help it
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| The studio where Paul be at
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| I tried to walk away from it but it called me back
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| I give out pride, shit i even quit my job
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| For the one that i love to work
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| Music
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| Recognized by my heart as the skill of the game
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| Pour my heart on a track and have you feeling my pain
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| I’ve seen alot of hard times on the way to success
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| When i’m mad, writing a rhyme is my way to express
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| Lay back and fall deep in a verse
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| If i was out in the sreet (yo), i’d probably lay sleep in a hearse
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| There’s nothing like when you on the mic tearin' a track
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| And you come from out the booth and start hearing it back
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| Everybody there loves the sound (lovin' it)
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| That’s why they give you hugs and pounds
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| Now you know you were spittin' this
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| You got the whole room vybing the same
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| You ain’t doing the for watches and chains
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| You got love for the game
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| Love what you do and do what you love
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| Love what you do and do what you love
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| For the love of the game
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| I only deal with dollars and change
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| Switch places from big faces one in the same
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| With Snares and kicks prepared to mix
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| In the both till I’m dead
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| No roof on my head
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| Even tools in the shed
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| Got a place to stay
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| But a place to lay?
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| That’s what I deal with on a day to day
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| Phone off heat off loan sharks spaghetti no meat balls
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| At least yall can eat y’all
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| Feel my strain on a cloudy feel my rain
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| No food no drink just hunger pains
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| Thinkin everyday who this chrome 'gone kill
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| Smile in women face for a home cooked meal
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| Right now I hate my life
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| But love the way I write
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| For real I think I seen my death
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| Think I like bumming cheese from Jeff?
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| Pockets of my jeans on e and they seems on f
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| I’m a hard working all nighter ASCAP sesac song writer worldwide weedhead bong
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| lighta (lp version)
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| Feel my blood and tears
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| But my love is the drug that got me loved and revered from thugs for years
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| It’s the game yo
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| Last verse © Baby Blak
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| Love what you do and do what you love
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| Love what you do and do what you love
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| Yo Blak it seems like we both feeling the same
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| Remember when i walked away and you were still in the game? |
| (uh huh)
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| That shit was hot, i’m still feeling the flames
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| Plus you never forgot
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| Every other verse spillin' my name
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| Chillin' with dames to will they range killing their brain with game
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| If not cousin i be still in the train
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| Like you said, we ain’t willing to change
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| I’m feeling you man
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| Yams see family and we
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| Stick together
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| Shows overseas spit together
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| No doubt for the love of the game
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| We gonna keep staying the same
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| When you’re not around laying your dame
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| Getting paper from a play in the lane
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| Keep heat for any hater that wanna test the rap
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| And even more on the wax so that Jeff could scratch
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| I atest to that
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| Still walk on (?) on back
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| Same ghetto, same whip, still stressed on crack
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| Just wanna back y’all
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| Nothin' less than that
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| Just want some cash cars and some records with Blak
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| It’s just a game yo
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| And whether or not
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| I still got love for hip-hop
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| It’s the game yo
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| Love what you do and do what you love
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| Love what you do and do what you love |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song For Da Love Of Da Game , by - DJ Jazzy Jeff. Song from the album Yoruba Soul Mixes - Rock Wit U, in the genre Электроника