Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Desperados, artist - The Game.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Desperados |
Desperado. |
Can’t help it. |
I just can’t let it ride |
Wanted dead or alive |
Desperado. |
Gunsmoke makes me strive |
Bogus way of life |
Who the hero? |
Who the villian? |
When I’m steerin' down the block |
Fools wanna try, why |
Fly what they ridin' |
On the tip of a rider slidin' |
Somebody gotta die |
On the frontier |
Cruisin' but watchin' for a hit |
Cause the hood be on |
Shoot em up |
Everytime I look around |
Something goin' down buck buck |
Somebody got popped |
Stop, drop! |
Hollow point tips hard to dodge |
When you lookin' down your enemies barrel |
You wish your apparel was camaflouge |
Booyaw what you gone do now |
I got my crew pal |
And we’s wranglas |
What I got in my chamber |
Will rearrange ya |
Goddang ya |
Will hang ya |
Death wish wanna play |
Under lasy under lay |
Can’t help it when I spray |
Break out if you stay |
You’re gonna pay in a bogus way |
I’ll blow your skull hollow |
Now if you follow |
That’s your choice and you’re |
Gonna feel sorrow |
Death hard to swallow |
You rodent |
Here today, gone tomorrow |
Shouldn’t fuck wit a… |
In the streets it’s a game |
Niggas try to get a name |
But ah |
I don’t fuck with em |
When I hit em with the shit to make em wanna |
Squash it |
Watch it |
Ride off through the valley |
Leave em in the alley |
Stankin' bitch who gone trick |
No witnesses |
I rush the vic |
Two times in the shit |
I laid em, miss |
He was acting like he had something |
I got pissed |
Now if a nigga said that he was at you |
What you gone do |
Strap up, black hoodie up |
Or bite the dust? |
A hard head make a soft ass |
So I’m gone blast |
Watch a motherfucker last |
Shoot it |
Don’t baby food it |
You got something nigga |
You’d better use it |
Threatening a nigga with a gun |
It ain’t fun |
You caught one |
Three off from the back |
Gotta blow my guns |
(Woo-woo) |
With a Glock |
Make your ass stop |
Attack again |
Won’t come back again |
Fuckin' him up like a bitch |
Bustin' at him quick |
Reachin' for your shit |
Try to get away from me |
You getting hit |
You dig? |
Better move your kids |
I’m at this nigga |
And I don’t wanna do it |
But I’m wanted, so fuck it |
I’m ready to drop em |
Shit, I got 'em |
Gunsmoke from the Chi |
Never with a crew |
And it’s Flict and die |
Gotta' put em up |
Put yo hands up right now |
Clap |
I’mma snap |
React and serve my pact |
Or punch a punk dumb |
Here I come with the Flict |
Renegade and raw dope’ll split |
Heads |
Come equip or get rip with |
Lead |
Never dis |
Dat strap so what’s next |
We can get down |
Rumble or tuggle around |
What you got |
You gotta give it your all right now |
Pal |
Or get piled with pow |
You foul |
We buckwild |
Get on up you got one false move |
It’s Chi for now |
We down to change the rules |
Buddy done got his nutty split |
Sent off a bit |
Now he got some conflict |
Got a thousand grams of mac |
Wild-stylian with the Henny and the Yak |
What else you need to justify trials of the Flict |
Cause the Flict’ll straight kick it off |
Somethin' proper dopper know you can’t stop a |
Poppin' |
Steady mobbin' straight up knockin' yo' noggin |
Tell me what you got, I’m starvin' |
Bring it on nigga |
You trigger happy |
I’mma desperado |
Who can help but to be scandalous |
Cloned a vandalist |
But ain’t havin' shit |
Boom. |
Buck. |
Buck |
Who’s next to get fucked up |
Chump |
Gotta lot of rowdy niggas |
Wannt get your body stunk |
Steppin' in the middle of a motherfuckin' blizzard |
Where niggas are livin' and copin' |
And rooftop scopin' |
At ass |
Too fast |
Sufferin' succotash |
Quicker to bust and blast |
Take em up off the map |
Now you wonder why it’s on |
It’s on |
Cause a motherfucker didn’t play like that |
Start the shit |
The Conflict we attack right away |
To be exact |
Now you wanna squash it |
Uh-uh, it’s a rumble |
Only way we gone end it |
When you on your back |
Kick off and ripped off |
Til shit ain’t attached |
Itch through the dirt |
Like a bitch bad with crabs |
Yee-Haw, Yee-Haw |
Desperado rollin' out |
I’m wanted for millions |
For hanging up scabs |
Take that |
Bust off my cannon then haul ass |
Bogus way of life |
But life get the last laugh |
No chance to glance and dance |
Shit in your pants |
Your leavin' the land |
Hit your whole clan |
With they guns in they hand |
Mission is finished |
And victory flawless |