Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All It Takes, artist - Mac Dre. Album song The Best Of Mac Dre II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.11.2004
Record label: Thizz Nation
Song language: English
All It Takes |
| A little bit of game is all it takes |
| A little bit of game goes a long long way |
| Cuddie I dont sleep much, 'cause when I close my eyes |
| I hear cries from my potna’s who lost they lives |
| Visions of bloody brutality’s reality |
| Gotta stay focused and hope it dont affect my salary |
| Them calories, they keep my pockets fat, I got to stack a grip |
| Try not to trip, and keep them gold diggers off my dick |
| I’m gettin’sick 'cause I drink 24−7 |
| The way I’m livin’now, if I die, theres no heaven |
| Gotta help my potnas in the pen 'cause they livin’broke |
| This aint no joke, on parole and I cant smoke |
| No sticky indo, roll down the window |
| 'Cause if I breathe (?) the task is back ??? |
| like Nintendo |
| Gotta play the game like a professional |
| If you aint having money I got to let you go I need to let you know the rules before you ??? |
| Rule number one potna, never should you pimpatrate |
| I spit this pimpin’straight and cut no addatives |
| Just nouns and adjectives, how mad you get dont mattter bitch |
| I’m a player so I serve the game |
| Maintain campaign, and have thangs |
| Back in '92 I was drowned in them big cases |
| But now its '97 and I’m counting them big faces |
| I switched places with them sardines and squares |
| The ??? |
| fillet mignon, and garlic bread |
| A hard head, big heart, and gorilla nuts |
| Got me mobbin’thru the bay like I dont give a fuck |
| I’m whipped, equipped, and stay dipped in butter sauce |
| Pill if shes real, no scrill I cut her off |
| 'Cause fine ass bitches with the empty bank book |
| Is worse than them ugly muthafuckas who cant cook |
| My game cooked for five years in the feds |
| Now its time for these game hungry niggas to get fed |
| I get bread, so them suckas down me Smile in my face but clown me when they not around me Talk down on my every move, but I couldnt give a damn |
| Playas do what they want, and suckas do what they can |
| 7−5-70, my DOB, uhh |
| And I’ve been breakin’hoes since '83, what? |
| Money makers manual, handle my business discretly |
| Dont give my home phone number out, beep me |
| 'Cause aint no tellin’who be tellin', or who they tell |
| And plus I heard that they be sellin’kinfolk the yayo |
| Boy get your mail, dont act like your lil sista |
| If you lackin’in this mackin’boy I bet you fist her |
| Get some get right as I come tight to this Doo Doo Dumb |
| Track, that cat K-Lou, knew how to come |
| With Mac Dre, that 3 C veteran |
| More game than March Madness, and dope as exederin |
| Hit big licks, wouldnt pull no small capers |
| I’m a be a dog and stay up like wall paper |
| Look at these break bitches like they stank |
| Collect my bank and stay sharp as a shank |