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Game hey game dont tell me you love her) I mean I like the bitch I dont love her (Next thing you know your gonna be all bo buud up with her and shit Fuck That) Girl i do it anything i make you feel special man its easy to see your special to me whether we lovers or friends we'll always be i want you to know your special [Game (Verse 1) ] Lthats where it all happened caught you walkin out that Gucci store i was in chains and cuffs you was with your girls In Manhattan i was in that aftermath chain it was me against the world you was in pearls babygurl, you had dreams of stardom the prince of Compton meets the Queen of Harlem it was culture our culture First date at Mr. Child's la perla, gucci, louie, fendi, prada, dolca running circles in my livin room tearing up sofas maclaren or rover fuck it maa lets tear up the highway till the plates fall off let the sprewells spin then we can go one on one at Dre's house jeans painted wit the waist cut out that little bit of compton mixed with bedsty way you rock em the flyway and girl im not trying to excite you im trying to wife you bamboo earring, white air nike yeah!! [Verse 2] i like your style i like the way you move the way you talk the way you smile the way you swingin them hips when you walk the way you look the way you ride when you workin them thighs the way you lickin your lips when you look in my eyes you down for me im down for you i go down on you you go down on me i wanna do all the things that your man wont do im from tha hood so i know how to handle you keep you in pink rocks and gwhen the lambo move show you how to gangsta lean i take you to new york city atlanta too and them hammers do show you how to fly them birds and you know... [VERSE 3] let me tell you about the birds and b's how i stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys your boyfriend dont like me cuz he dont get a fourth from my cheese and you can take bak the porche and his keys you aint gotta force him to leave hop in the range rover i got a chrome .44 you got gucci frames in my jeans covering the mark on your face cuz he dont want you to leave sometimes i wanna and i dont want you to stay snatch that nigga out his CLK i know he treatin you the way KC did Mary J. i wanna ease your pain kick off your louie sandals let me wipe your tears with my Gyou make me wanna when you rockin them peal you out them jeans its me and my girlfriend like 2 PAC and them Jayor Bobby and Whitney we the '05 Bonnie and Clyde Feel Me! |
