| Yeah, once again y’all
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| Ha, it’s the Soulfather Rasco, yeah
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| Cali Agent #1, Dick Swan' back with it
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| Uhh, 'bout to set the shit off, check it
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| Yeah
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| Yo, hip-hop ain’t never felt this good
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| Got my back off the mat, set to bless the hood
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| Yo, man I did it with the sweat off my back
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| Spent six long years tryin to better the stacks
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| The better the tracks, the better I can spit these rhymes
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| When it’s all said and done I can stick these dimes
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| Yeah, I can hit these niggas from close range
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| Nigga we throw thangs, nigga we won’t change
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| We — keep the zone, to each his own
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| On the top of the hill you can keep your thrown
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| Listen — guns and steel’ll stun you still
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| While these cats stay fake I’m the one that’s real
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| Aiyyo I’m straight from the Bay ay, where these cats don’t P-lay
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| It’s the home of the DJ
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| They try to catch us on the replay, T-Bo
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| We go to the top never be-low
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| Aiyyo what happened to the game homey?
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| Man these cats done changed on me, they still try to put the chains on me
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| I bust loose, man I’m ready to fly
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| Bust shots in the sky like I’m ready to die
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| Aiyyo I came up from ze-ro, now my baby girl’s he-ro
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| I bet you cats never seen dough
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| Been on the d-low, cause I will come re-po your shit
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| We rollin thick
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| Deez flows is sick (ha) you need to call the MD
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| Leave it up to Ras' to MC
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| Even if your glass is empty I pour your shots
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| Then take you for the four you got
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| Point guards never scored a lot, 'til I entered the game
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| You want to win, gotta enter your name
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| Dick Swan' still quick on the draw, I’m still spittin it raw
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| I will still put dick in your jaw
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| Man I had to bring it back to this, this is classic shit
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| The type of shit a nigga has to get
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| Had to take it back to '98, there’s no time to wait
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| I still gotta put food on the plate
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| Aiyyo this is how it is (yeah) I came to handle my biz
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| Do my thing so a brother can live
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| Yo even if I got it to give I’m never holdin back
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| Feel better when I’m foldin stacks
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| Control the track, ain’t another cold as that
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| Like haters in the game tryin to hold us back
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| We, break the chains, take your name
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| Do hip-hop shit go against the grain
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| Twist and sprain, yellin but I missed your name
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| Man ain’t nuttin worse when they spit the same
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| We, bring the real, swing for grills
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| Tell the man up top he can bring the bills
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| Fuck your deal~! |
| We don’t really need the shit
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| Just a brother in the game tryin to breathe and shit
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| Just gimme what’s mine and things’ll be fine
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| Two-double-oh-five put it all on the line |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Happened To The Game , by - Rasco. Song from the album The Dick Swanson Theory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп