Lyrics Killin’ the Game - K Rino

Killin’ the Game

South Park, Dead End*
Let’s get em, let’s get em
Fifth Ward, Fo-Fo
Let’s get em, let’s get em
Southeast, Southwest
Let’s get em, let’s get em
Third Ward, Park
Let’s get em, let’s get em
Uh
Question, how did this developed?
«My car, my swagger, my chain"shut the hell up! (c'mon)
The one you got it even yours
I seen you at the grocery store mopping the floors (sure did)
You telling lies by the dozen
Boy you ain’t no pimp one of your dancers is yo cousin
Said you was balling but you wasn’t
I ain’t never seen ya wife, ya probably got a husband
Ya last album was garbage
I listen to it once it gave my stereo a virus
Seventeen songs everyone wack
I wouldn’t sign you to an imaginary contract (ha)
Let me quit playing and be foreal
You can pay me a meal like you was giving me a deal
What’cha career plumb it
You can goin ninety straight and still beat ninety after five-hundred
All these toilet-paper emcees is killing the game
Sugar-water drinking fly cats killing the game
They wanna knock us out the picture but we still in the frame
Slap a hater in the grill if you feeling the same
All these toilet-paper emcees is killing the game
Sugar-water drinking fly cats killing the game
Wanna knock us out the picture but we still in the frame
Slap a hater in the grill if you feeling the same
Look at how this fool is dancing, Oh Lawd
I can’t even say this line right, I’m laughing so hard
Your so-called hits, your the only one that told em
You got fan letters, but you the one who wrote em
They said K you should make a dance song it might bubble
So I made me one up it’s called the Beat’cho Ass Shuffle (that's wassup)
Some of y’all are full of estrogen
Manhood in the negative y’all are less than men
After gun match un-referee bulging you
You goin need somebody to help you bleed
The way you rappers turn the game into a fly fad
It’s like some dude blowing up a school and saying 'my bad'
And saggin is so controversial
The hood looking like a damn underwear commercial
And if it ain’t one scam it’s another
Now they photo shopping models on they mixtape covers, man
Let me take you back to childhood for one minute now think (ok)
See boys used to wear blue and girls wore pink (that's right)
Mohawks used to be hard (like Mr. T?) certainly
Now dudes be getting Mohawks and coloring them burgundy
At school you had curls and pretty shirts with swirls
While we were shooting hoops you playing jacks with the girls
Little boys shouldn’t put on women’s clothing and you know it
«Hey, take this football boy, go outside, throw it
Catch it, run, jump, kick, throw a javelin
Still a car, start a fight, do something that’s masculine»
Years later you picked up the mic, uh-oh what’s happening?
I won’t make no more songs like this just promise not to rap again
It’s impossible to wear a pink thuggishly
Don’t be surprised if rappers start rocking pumps publicly
I’m born with the characteristics of a G
But I can’t look at this girl because this dike is mean-muggin me