| Black rock and roll, black hotter flow
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| At the end of the black brick road, lets get it goin yo
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| Geffen don’t fuck the shit up, ship it gold
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| So I could sell like the whole Jigga back catalo'
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| Matta fact I’m tryin to sell out, concerts and merch' fam
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| Always get the story straight accounts first hand (yeah)
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| That nigga, the crack spitter, the black fitted low
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| Give you that bit of information so
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| You could know what you see when it’s your time to go
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| The diamond flow cut glass, crack binary code
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| You’re kinda slow, you need a new career (yeah)
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| You’re kinda old, you need to hang the mic up on the wall like a souvenir
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| Don’t blame the mangers, «Be All You Can Be»
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| Join the Army like Canibus, niggas avoidin me
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| Like the draft and run to Canada, flash like a camera
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| That’s when his girl asked me to dance with her — so we gon'
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| (Hop to the beat and then stop) Yeah, drop it low
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| Baby I got the flow to work your abdominal
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| (Ladies I know I get hot) Like lava flow
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| Strictly the A game, rock it fast, rock it slow
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| (Hop to the beat and then stop) Yeah, drop it low
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| Baby I got the flow to work your abdominal
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| (Ladies I know I get hot) Like lava flow
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| Strictly the A game, drop it fast
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| That’s how we do it all the way live.
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| I put it down so hard that I developed a rep (c'mon)
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| From the punchlines to cave in your delicate chest
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| The fella can test, let’s see how jealousy get
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| I smell the fear in the air and I could tell he was pet'
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| Kweli — look in my eyes and you could tell I’m a threat
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| I wet my throat and get bent like a pelican’s neck
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| I make a gentleman’s bet with my ghetto connect
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| And got a .9 in my mind you can’t metal detect
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| I pull it out, put it to your head and shoot from the hip
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| I fired 13 shots and left 2 in the clip (yeah)
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| I spit the truth, that’s it, I’m not confused one bit (c'mon)
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| I’m so New York City streets that I’m abusin your whip
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| Cruisin the strip, sunny day sky blue like a Crip (c'mon)
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| For the rush hour Enuff threw this in the mix
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| Quarter to six, Amadeus is producin the hits (oh, oh, oh)
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| To get a screw loose in your chick, son she losin her shit (whoa)
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| Check me out, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Get your ass up on the dance floor
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| No we don’t stop, when we in the dance off
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| Baby girl whatchu wanna get into?
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| I wanna get in too, bring your friends too |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Game , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album The Beautiful Struggle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп