Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tha Game, artist - Erick Sermon. Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tha Game |
| I know you gonna dig this |
| Where did the game go? |
| Where |
| Where did the game go? |
| Huh, the game takin' a turn for the worst |
| Niggas makin' whatever, doin' it for the thirst |
| The money and the women, the fame for the position |
| To be number one, got 'em trappin' in the kitchen |
| Cookin' up that white girl, oh yeah, I get it |
| Everybody a dealer, it goes with the gimmick |
| The rest of them mimic like they the new Jeezy |
| Make a couple of records, thinkin' it’s just easy |
| Shit, this the streets, motherfucker, it’s beef in it |
| Niggas don’t give a fuck, you see Chief Keef in it |
| They ain’t your friends, ask a stranger |
| They wanna see you dead |
| The other people who hungry don’t wanna see you fed |
| The Devil’s a liar, he bring whatever you want in your face, that’s fire |
| The proper attire |
| Oh, look at that round fat, brown skin, few tats, hair black |
| That’s not where I was goin', I was showin' ya niggas the mirror |
| To see your nonsense way clearer, here’s the picture |
| Hold up, wait a minute, Erick Sermon puttin' on a clinic |
| Spittin' up authentic (Mmh), likin' the way I pen it |
| My team is hittin', like we ran the pendant (Ball game) |
| I love those thinkin' I’m over (Uh huh) |
| I pull up, left foot out the Rover |
| Some ain’t believin' it (Nah) |
| I’m chillin', motherfucker, milk with D in it |
| I ain’t ask to be in it, I was destined for seein' it |
| So why you wan' try me? |
| Sayin' I’m washed up, today I used ivory |
| Everybody askin' me, where I been (Uh huh) |
| I’m out in Mexico, homie, with Carlos Slim |
| Everybody askin' who’s him? |
| The richest man on the planet |
| I’m gettin' that money, goddammit |
| When you turn on the radio (Ooh ooh) |
| When you lookin' at the video |
| It’s just the same old (Same old) |
| Where did the game go? |
| (I don’t know) |
| It’s all the same, it’s all the same |
| I’m like |
| Where did the game go? |
| Ah, from the era the crack wars |
| Rubber band stacks, fitted caps, and rap tours |
| Certain plug was let in the backdoor |
| We show love 'cause this is what that’s for |
| Fly dude, destroyer of Yaku |
| Dutches and fried food |
| Fuck, it was my move |
| Vibes rule, spoke what we felt then |
| Like jailed men, nothin' was held in |
| I tell spendin' the coupe with no roof |
| Off that 40 proof, the spook with the gold tooth |
| Flow the truth, I know the booth |
| Been about it, got photos as a youth |
| Salute, my trap raps was facts |
| Attack tracks in black, these rap cats is wack |
| Bring it back, that feel good when it still hood |
| Big would if still alive, his skills could |
| I don’t play the radio, I ain’t watchin' no videos (Uh uh) |
| In the juice bar just buildin' with the Millennials (Facts) |
| Everybody sound the same, everybody look the same (Same ol', same ol') |
| I’m cut from a cloth of them old school criminals (Cut from that) |
| Keep that fake shit to a minimal |
| Matter fact, don’t even do it 'cause I’m a general (Don't even do it) |
| I ain’t got time for no industry lies from a industry guy, I’m in the G5 |
| Homies catch a sting like we in the beehive |
| Got beef? |
| We don’t go to sleep, let the heat fly (We let it fly) |
| Like them birds goin' south |
| Yeah, I splurge goin' out and I swerve goin' out |
| Come around the curve, hit second and third, then I’m out (Out) |
| Fast life make you holla, told E-Dub |
| I’m the other P makin' dollars gettin' high |
| Pray to God that I’m gonna see tomorrow |
| Ghost (Ghost) |
| When you turn on the radio (Ooh ooh) |
| When you lookin' at the video |
| It’s just the same old (Same Old) |
| Where did the game go? |
| (I don’t know) |
| It’s all the same, it’s all the same |
| I’m like |
| Where did the game go? |