Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More Games, artist - Snoop Dogg. Date of issue: 29.08.2012
Song language: English
No More Games |
| I’m doing everything I can to get my buzz on |
| Trying not to feel this pain no more |
| That’s why I’m pooping these pills and smoking this dro |
| And drinking this Henney straight |
| Trying not to feel this pain no more |
| I came from the bottom of the barrel, to everyday new apparel |
| From a shoe string budget to more jewelry than a pharaoh |
| Up out a place called Vallejo, house smaller than a hut |
| First city in California to go bankrupt |
| Came a long way, let the truth be told |
| Penitentiary chances sweating over the stove |
| Seen them come and go, I’m the last of my crop |
| Don’t compare me to nobody unless you’re talking bout Pac |
| Just trying to survive and stay alive, so many of my people done died |
| Nowadays, you’re an O.G. |
| if you live to be 25 |
| My partner in there with his grand-daddy doing 25 |
| Lifting water bags, doing burpees exercise |
| I hand pick my friends cause people ain’t trustable |
| Feelings like broads, their motives is questionable |
| Suckers sneak diss me and call me up on the phone |
| They say, «40 Water, I just wanna be on» |
| I’m doing everything I can to get my buzz on |
| Trying not to feel this pain no more |
| That’s why I’m pooping these pills and smoking this dro |
| And drinking this Henney straight |
| Trying not to feel this pain no more |
| They say money makes the world go round |
| And since I’m worth twenty mil, I wanna see this bitch spin like the rims on a |
| schwinn |
| Hop on that bike, ride through the neighborhood |
| Compton on smash, them boys get Cash Money like Baby do |
| I got a scar over my heart, cause that’s what hating’ll do |
| So watch your back like a tattoo artist |
| A coffin don’t fuck about who the hardest |
| You lay where the people who mourn pray |
| Get your name etched in stones with your born day |
| Small talk over a glass of Grand Marnier |
| As I sip from the glass, my mind starts packing this Louis Vuitton bag |
| Take a trip to the past, hear that shot going blast |
| See my brother lying dormant, IV’s in his arms |
| Can’t you see he got a piss bag |
| 17 years old, and you niggas wonder why I’m so cold |
| I’m doing everything I can to get my buzz on |
| Trying not to feel this pain no more |
| That’s why I’m pooping these pills and smoking this dro |
| And drinking this Henney straight |
| Trying not to feel this pain no more |
| Let me get a fifth of some brandy, a plate of some candy |
| Cindy, Sandy, Mindy Mandy |
| Tina, Brandy, Keisha, Angie |
| Man we, can’t we all get along |
| Two shots of Patron, I did it till the break of dawn |
| Big fish in a pond, running my triathlon |
| Doggy Dogg keep the bone |
| One of a kind, blow you mind |
| Just like Einstein, born to shine |
| I’m getting mine prime time like 21 |
| Get 'er done, everything in my life, I make it look like fun |
| Everyday of my life, I’m trying get my buzz on |
| Cuz on some other shit, I’m keeping it on the under bitch |
| So much pain I overcame, same thang |
| Me, E-40, and Game came from the same gang |
| But you wouldn’t understand |
| I’m populating with my???'s translation |
| That’s my main man, let me hit that damn thang |
| I’m doing everything I can to get my buzz on |
| Trying not to feel this pain no more |
| That’s why I’m pooping these pills and smoking this dro |
| And drinking this Henney straight |
| Trying not to feel this pain no more |