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-хопDate 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 |