Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Game Tight, artist - RasheedDate of issue: 27.03.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Game Tight |
| Nigga I’ma hustla by nature not by law |
| Trick suck a Lay Lo ass nigga |
| Put my dick in ya jaw |
| I play it raw |
| Got a lifetime of game from my Pa |
| Can make the ground shake beatin up in my car |
| For shhhh |
| I’ma do my thang till I can’t no mo |
| And tell them hoes like Low bitch you already know |
| Max and Von go together like D’s and V’s |
| And went from Z"s to ki’s |
| On the block wit the G’s |
| A young nigga so cold I make the microphone freeze |
| I hit my lick in threes |
| You know stackin my cheese |
| Fuck for ssshhheeezz |
| Let me tell you bout this Lay Lo crushed out shit |
| The only niggas wit dat thirty-two ounce shit |
| That make yo titties bouce shit |
| To give Mannili some score and ride yo dog ass clean the hell out shit |
| Then I’ma stretch my hustle out like elastic |
| SO fuck goin for broke at the Bayou Classic |
| Cause in early ninety-nine |
| Shit got drastic |
| Buster still owe me feddi |
| And he gone end up with his ass kicked |
| Late ninety-nine |
| Niggas started rappin like me |
| But in two G |
| C gone come up off my samplin fee |
| Cause I’ma nigga that’s so tight game tight |
| Ya holla fo me say my name right name right |
| I do my hustlin on my block my block |
| And kill that beef shit wit my Glock non stop |
| Don’t fuck around nigga |
| So tight game tight |
| Ya holla fo me say my name right name right |
| I do my hustlin on my block my block |
| And kill that beef shit wit my Glock non stop |
| Don’t fuck around nigga |
| Well let me tell you bout them Lay Lo boys |
| They stay crushin |
| All night and all day hustlin |
| It’s plain to see we straight thuggin |
| But don’t say nuthin |
| I ain’t tryin to blow my calm state |
| We just blazed the el grande |
| Blige of Ganja |
| Some atomic bombay |
| Me, Rasheed, Hap, and Low-G watch out fo the po p’s |
| Smoke black by the ways to snatch mo cheese |
| We still Low-G |
| We still duck off layin low key |
| Shippin that D from 225 to siete, uno, three |
| Man you know me maan I’m J-Von |
| Crack necks like pecans |
| Sewin up the whole south region |
| Totin a fire arm in each palm |
| Tellin em bring the beef on |
| Better not be home |
| Ya never see us |
| We touch ya sleepin and cut ya breathin supply |
| Disrespect and ya die |
| Do what I do to get by |
| Hoes still think that my shit shy |
| Strap a nine and lets ride |
| Do the job and survive |
| Then hall ass back to the Dope House |
| Count cheese and get high |
| Si mon |
| Es el pelom de Houston |
| Max Mannili, Rasheed, and my nigga J-Von |
| Didn’t I tell you just to leave my ass alone |
| No hai perdon |
| Rippin your heart wit the microphone |
| Mamacita |
| Yo te dedico esta cancion |
| Y ya no llores si estoy laqueado |
| En la prison |
| Dia dia |
| Y ano ano |
| Si tusupireras |
| COMO TE EXTRANO |
| Y no medigas que no |
| We in that Lay Lo Lay Lo |
| Gotta get dat mudafuckin papo papo |
| That’s how the game go |
| My partna know me know me |
| Keep it real mudafucka show me |
| It’s ya boy Rasheed Rasheed |
| Blazin da bong weed |
| Let me proceed let me proceed |
| Oh yes indeed |
| Because I got it |
| Nigga got it |
| Betta get that million dolla platinum earing |
| Ugh ha ha ha ha ha ha |
| I’m wit da South Park South Park |
| Talkin bout dat Mexican |
| Happy P Happy P |
| Don’t want no plexican |
| Big B |
| Put it down for all the engineering |
| Break it down break it down |
| What you people are hearin |
| Currency currency |
| Gotta get that cash flow cash flow |
| Like my homie Fidel Castro Castro |
| Keep it real for the new millenium llinium |
| Fuck wit me then we’ll bury em |