Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got Game, artist - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Album song Seminar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1988
Record label: American
Song language: English
I Got Game |
Here’s a little somethin’for you whacked out suckers |
Rollin’twenty-third, sellin’dope to cluckers |
Your bank is thick, but you got no game |
Spittin’at freaks runnin’superfly slang |
I’m pullin’up the ave’hard as hell |
In a droptop 'vette with a greenwood tail |
Girls are jockin', lookin’for a knockin' |
Smart investments, keep me clockin' |
You know a 'vette only got two seats |
Just enough room for a player and a freak |
Rollin’in the park, 'n I seen this cutey |
L.A. face, with a Oakland booty |
She’s on tip, but I’m playin’that role |
Talkin’to the home boys, showin’my gold |
Skeez on bell, levi smell |
I’m spittin’that game, and I’m spittin’it well |
Rolled up, pulled up on the girly |
Girl you wanna ride in my 'vette? |
Why surely! |
That’s right baby, blowin’me a kiss |
Thinkin’Mixalot gonna make you rich |
Highside, highside, vapors that’s right |
Can’t get play 'cause my games so tight |
Now she’s wit’it, skirts in effect |
Layin’on the back-a my 'vette |
I got game, I got game, You know I got game, I got game |
POP THAT GAME |
Bye-bye baby, Mix gotta roll |
Switch to the Benz and I gotta get mo' |
Hit the strip, seen this skinny |
Butt shook like a four twenty-six hemi |
Not just butt, baby hadda motor |
Stacked to the max, hair to the shoulders |
She’s older but I can mold 'er |
Dropped that game and it hit like boulders |
Now she’s sprung, sittin’in my Benz |
Rollin’up the tent so you can’t see in Playin’that old Luther stuff |
You wanna get with me, this ain’t wild enough |
That’s a cue, sorry Luther |
Brother you can sing, but I just can’t use ya Thought she was cool, but the girl likes beat |
Freak freak freak freak, baby wanna freak |
Def 'n dope, You slangin’Nope. |
Callin’me a dealer 'cause I sport fat rope |
Step hoppin’that game, knowin’I can get it Take me to the Lakers Mix, so we can get wit’it |
Oh no, time for the ramble, bring a jimmy hat |
'Cause I hate to gamble |
Huffed 'n puffed 'n I just got in Messin’up the backa my Benz |
I got game girl — I got game |
Two down, two to go. |
Can’t live a night right if I don’t knock four |
I’m in a big five hundred S E L Interior hot, with a perfume smell |
Took it on home, hit the shower |
'Bout to get busy in one more hour |
Ducks look, but they never will find me Hopped in my number two Benz, one ninety |
Here a skirt, there a skirt |
Everywhere a skirt, skirt |
Gotta have game, if you wanna get work |
Ah, you ain’t nothin' |
Some suckers wanna crush me Smooth, wit’a move, baby girl. |
Rush me. |
Here it is, from the wizard of hip-hop |
A lesson in game, make the girls get hot |
Picked up a girl named Mattie |
Caught static from the sucker in a seven two caddy |
Mattie was hot, but her name was not |
I ain’t worried 'bout that, I ain’t tyin no knot |
Took her to the hotel, game went strong |
She thought I spent bank, but I really spent coupons |
But it’s cool, 'cause my rhyme went smooth |
Savin’my money, 'cause my mouth is a tool |
Rolled up close, when I hit the spit |
I ain’t worried 'bout my breath, 'cause I brush my teeth |
Popped that game, freak got weak |
Hit that jackpot, slapped them feet |
Mattie got busy with the bedroom eyes |
Layin’on the big king-sized |
I got game — I got game, girl — I got game — I got game |
Yeah that’s right home cut, I got G A M E, snatchin’up girlies |
an’rollin’up suckers, know whatta I mean. |
Through with Mattie that makes three |
I’m gonna miss you babe, you gonna miss me? |
Got loose 'cause the girl hadda big caboose |
Hadda break down 'cause the girl had juice |
I’m gonna miss you baby |
Smooth ain’t it? |
Girls so sprung that she almost fainted |
Headin’for the crib, tired brother |
When I spotted me another. |
Baby looks good |
So you know what the means |
Drive around the block when the gangsta leave |
Open that sun roof, crank that beat |
Bumpin’up the avenue, impressin’them freaks |
What’s up baby? |
Grow so big, the girls all tip like funk 'ol pigs |
Runnin that game, 'cause I wanna get work |
Sit don’t rip rap home girl shirt |
Here she comes, hopped in my car |
Somethin''bout my Benz goes far in bars |
Spit, spit, runnin’that game |
I’m feelin’confident about another thick dame |
All of a sudden, my game got crushed |
Some sucker pulled up and his ride was plush |
Rolled up smooth, the girls was waitin' |
5 point Oh, twenty four K Daytons |
Oh-oh, think quick 'cause my girls jumpin’on home boys tip |
Better change my game, try another lure |
'cause home boys lookin’like Al B. Sure |
But it’s cool, 'cause I whipped out bank |
Big dead presidents made her think |
Back in effect, situation in hand |
I’m the brother that the others can’t stand |
An’I got game, I got game, you know I got game |