Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Game Round, artist - Jayo Felony. Album song Crip Hop, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Loco Entertainment
Song language: English
Game Round |
Ever since we came round in 84 alotta shit done came down |
Alotta shit done changed now, lotta niggas game round |
Lotta niggas hang now, lotta niggas bang now |
You startin to get the fame now? |
I just want the change now but how this sposed to change now? |
Been fuckin em up on the block but a deck ain’t even some change now |
So it ain’t so strange now, they poppin at my Range now |
I just want some grains out nigga check my strangs out |
Metalbrook, Moonlight, Marcus where we hang out |
Banged out by the day pound but by the night make bullets rang out |
I’m markin niggas banged out |
Rey Loc, Jayo, my Crip and Blood homies got love from every fuckin gang now |
My niggas go the same route, we been peeped this game out |
Hoodstas Rich Roll! |
I’m 4−7 Banged out |
They loccin shit we ain’t about the Locust Crip we came out |
Crip talkin and walkin and my blue strings hang out |
Bitches scream my name out, the hood turned this game out |
Niggas peep my strangs out so I pull my thangs out |
(Nigga let me do my thang now) tell these fools the name now |
Notorious Dulow mutha fuckin Gang, clown |
Ever since these fag niggas came around the game been fucked and watered down |
L-O-C-O when I’m platinum now, ya’ll mutha fuckas gettin slaughtered now |
You’re platinum do I feel ya now, hell naw cuzz, nigga bout to kill ya now |
Y’all niggas ain’t never gon be shit, but the house on the West Coast is |
Still the sound |
Fuck that nigga get back feel my rounds |
Hit bitch, hit licks here kiss the ground |
When ya see a nigga killa bout to hit the ground |
Ya mutha fuckas know how my spittin sounds |
Get rich, get flipped nigga this is Crip, anybody test that get pistolwhipped |
That’s me and I’m still gonna down em |
And set ya like fuck the world mutha fucka this is Crip |
Get chips, get rich wit this nigga we come around nigga hit with this |
Nigga so jealous he done went and slit his wrist |
Cuz y’all niggas ain’t doin shit wit this |
See Bullet Loc and get even bitch, it might even be deceivin bitch |
And bullshit we ain’t beleivin bitch |
When shit get thick y’all leave it quick |
Get out the game you got the same sound |
Still gettin beats from the same clown |
Don’t look now niggas puttin it down |
You’ve been shakin in ya boots since we came around |
Nigga let me do my thang now (Tell these fools the name now) |
Notorious DuLow mutha fuckin Gang, clown |
Now think about it logically and see how it’s soundin odd to me |
This niggas a fuckin poodle and I’m hearin he’s talkin bout plot to me |
Niggas talkin bout boxin me, better be talkin bout poppin me |
Choppin me, glockin me, finally fuckin stoppin me |
Now that’s some shit I got to see, Dulow Gang was prophecy |
Meant to be so it’s got to be, niggas hard well not to me |
Heard how I rock a beat click click and pop my heat |
Droppin G’s, poppin keys 2001 still poppin peas |
Nigga ain’t no stoppin me so listen to my prophecy |
Did time to pop em see in the penitentary |
Bang when they mention me, spit so vividly |
None niggas feelin me, none niggas killin me |
We goin on a killin spree nigga check your history |
Hoodstas ain’t no mystery, never ball your fist at me |
Bring supreme to twist wit me, niggas slit they wrist for me |
This bitch blew a kiss at me now his ass is history |