Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Game Lord , by - Ice Cube. Release date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Game Lord |
| I love chrome and paint, lookin for some motherfuckin corners to bank |
| West coast what the fuck you thank? |
| Everybody here off weed and drank (everybody) |
| Before you check my rims |
| When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs |
| You better check ya friends |
| and see if ya baby momma left with them |
| Blacks and Mexicans — stop all that bullshit in the pen |
| Understand that is us verse them |
| They can give a fuck if we sink or swim |
| They give us guns and drugs |
| then wonder why in the fuck we thugs |
| I got to show my ass |
| to thank these motherfuckers for my past |
| In South Central, Los Angeles — Grandmama smoke cannabis |
| Granddaughter wanna dance and shit, her own momma can’t stand the bitch |
| If you fuckin up, pray to the game lord |
| Wanna bust a nut? |
| Pray to the game lord |
| Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord |
| You can throw it up, pray to the game lord |
| I love where I from, hungry ass niggaz better get you some |
| Smart ass niggaz play dumb |
| Y’all can’t fuck with the city I run |
| If I snap my fingers, better curl up just like a fetus |
| I hope you know Jesus |
| because if you don’t, boy you will see us |
| Where? |
| Up in your house, two double barrels up in your mouth |
| You got some 'splainin to do |
| and don’t get the line 'cause we aiming at you |
| (Ewww!) It’s a doggy dog world baby, you a nut and I’ma squirrel baby |
| Can I get ya in my world baby? |
| Can ya grease my Jheri curl baby? |
| Did you flip yo' wig |
| to let Michael Jackson baby sit yo' kids? |
| That nigga old as hell |
| They need to throw the motherfuckin momma in jail |
| Let 'em know |
| Fuck wit this if you want to, the game lord will punish you |
| Punish us if we ain’t true, to the game like we 'pose to |
| I’m the game lord, y’all come now |
| Casanova niggaz, got the sun down |
| Run down every hoe that wanna go shoppin |
| Get they kids, take 'em to the mall, buy 'em somethin |
| Are you a gentleman? |
| Big bear wit a nigga named Gentle Ben |
| Ladies, he’ll be yo' friend |
| Wait for the cable guy — even let him in |
| Not me, I won’t flex or bend |
| just 'cause a hoe promise me some trim |
| You better get wit the rest of them |
| 'cause can’t none of y’all even fuck wit Kim |
| Some niggaz was born wit hoe in 'em |
| I was put on this Earth to spit ism |
| And I shall return like it’s written |
| And slay all the suckers who be sippin |