Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Game, artist - Otis. Date of issue: 01.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Game |
| Freddy B! |
| Wuz up $hort? |
| Ai, y’know they been waitin on this ol' school game |
| Let’s bring that game back! |
| Like game one thru five? |
| Yeah nigga, just like we use to do it! |
| Well check this out |
| Game! |
| Is the shit |
| Like what? |
| A rat-haired bitch |
| Verse 1: Old School Freddy B |
| I was sittin at my home, all alone |
| Thinkin 'bout bitches I use to bone |
| Tight young bitches, I can’t deny |
| Rat-haired bitches, I can’t lie |
| The bitch had body is all I know |
| Only 18 but looked twenty-fo' |
| Her name was Bitch, class of '92 |
| Skyline High and the shit was cool |
| Took her to my house, Moms was gone |
| Turned off the light, unplugged the phone |
| The bitch said «Fred, I hearda you |
| Anything you want, I will do» |
| I dropped my drawers, dick all swoll |
| She couldn’t believe the position was pole |
| In and out, out and in |
| I used the bitch like a ATM |
| G’d the bitch like the one and only |
| Bust two nuts and called her phony |
| She couldn’t believe what I said |
| The next thing you know she was on my head |
| Suckin the dick like it’s suppose to be done |
| Rat-haired bitch make me cum |
| Freddy B that’s the name |
| Rat-haired bitches, I got game |
| Cos Game |
| That’s the shit |
| Like what? |
| (Like what?) |
| A nasty bitch |
| Verse 2: Short Dawg |
| I like to fuck a nasty bitch |
| Witta big fat ass and shit |
| First lay, dick gettin sucked |
| Bitch don’t give a fuck |
| Cos real players run that game |
| When I fuck that bitch she won’t be the same |
| Cos when Short Dawg run up in it |
| Fuck a bitch for about 30 minutes |
| Real player-like, straight to the point |
| Bust a nut while I’m smokin a joint |
| Stop fuckin, still smokin |
| Lay my dick on her lips, say «Open!» |
| Ain’t nuttin like a nasty bitch |
| Acting all fast and shit |
| Bitch just love to flirt |
| When I see her at the club, I’ll be puttin in work |
| Feelin on her ass at the bar |
| Let’s get a room, girl it ain’t too far |
| On the way, y’know what happened? |
| She sucked my dick while I was rappin |
| I just couldn’t resist |
| I couldn’t hold back, I said «BEEYATCH!» |
| Game! |
| All I do is stack |
| Like what? |
| A motherfuckin mack! |
| Verse 3: Old School Freddy B |
| My Copue DeVille is all white |
| Yes bitch, it’s hella tight |
| Crush blue velvet, gameless game |
| White on white wit tha gold thangs |
| Bounce tp the spot, check my crap |
| Wash, wax, straight on fat |
| The bass on heat everytime I ride |
| A long haired bitch on the passenger side |
| Mackin on the cellular phone |
| I can’t be stopped, 50 G’s strong |
| Fred Benz, Freddy B |
| Oaktown, a bitch don’t sleep |
| A motherfuckin mack that’s what I am |
| Taxin a bitch like Uncle Sam |
| She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the pimp |
| 16 G’s put the bitch in |
| No ordinary game, just give it and take |
| East Oakland can’t be fake |
| I slapped the bitch, the money was short |
| Macked on the bitch and now she knows |
| Fred Benz baby, the game is fat |
| Ask these bitches, I’m a mack |
| Game! |
| Is like ridin vogues |
| Like what? |
| Breakin hoes |
| Verse 4: Short Dawg |
| Breakin hoes day and night |
| They call me Shorty The Pimp, my game is tight |
| I never do give hoes slack |
| I’m like Fred Benz, I’mma mack |
| So bitch break yourself |
| I’m an Oaktown nigga, I’ll take your wealth |
| Cos that’s what I was raised to do |
| Break these bitches, get payed fool |
| Y’know Short Dawg ain’t afraid and hurt |
| Any bitch I get, you can’t take her |
| Cos the game is fool-proof |
| Bet’cha momma say I’m tellin ya true |
| So won’t you pay the man |
| Hundred dollar bills all in my hand |
| While I break you bitches |
| Tell a story 'bout ridin with bitches |
| 'Bout these pimp ass niggas from The O |
| We know just what to do with a ho |
| Take her where the tricks get laid |
| Where the hoes get paid |
| You need a pimp, bitch give me a call |
| I drop the top in my El Dawg |
| Cos Game |
| It’s the shit |
| Like what? |
| Like a bitch |
| Outro |
| Ai, Short Dawg? |
| Wuz up Fred? |
| I ain’t smokin no more dank wit no more bitches |
| Hell naw nigga |
| Bitch wanna smoke a 20 sack, sge got to spend 20 |
| KnowhutI’msayin? |
| If the bitch wanna 50, what she gotta do $hort? |
| She gotta do me, you and the whole crew, he hah |
| And my nigga PO too! |
| Hey, y’know what? |
| Freddy B… |
| What’s that baby? |
| And Too $hort. |
| We go way back man! |
| 1981, Freemont High School |
| We the two niggas who invented the word 'BEEYATCH!' |
| BEEYATCH! |
| Hey wait wait wait. |
| BEEYATCH! |