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