this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side 'Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game
tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side 'cause I don't ever wanna leave the game Without- at least saying goodbye
betta duck quick..'causez me and my go operation just to dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim kick da game. Spit yo' game, talk yo
Notorious Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,
***** with Mother*** better duck quick 'Cause me and my dogs love to buck *** *** the luck ***, strictly aim No aspirations to quit the game Spit yo' game
party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side Cuz I don't ever wanna leave the game without
the bang bang Buckshot is just doin his thang thang You can see the glare as chains swing Bd get up in the cypher of a shame game to maintain Watch me
's serve collect calls 'cause I got multiple cases Let it be house yea, the comfortable places Married to the game on a prenuptial basis Khaled, he the best in the game
must mean I'll live again And get back what I gave my men Get back what I lost to them All the shame, this crying game All my love I've been denied
on our love affair Like we were the L.A. Times, the headlines read, 'Beware' I don't deal in hearsay, calculation ain't my game But today I see you and
the violins whisper That I've been betrayed Tryin not to look ashamed The drunkards drink deeply From cups full of nothingness Ghost lovers laugh At the games
I wish that you were here Holding me So many times I see something I want to show you Like the crazy man Crying on his violin I game him two drachmas
cam waters, It's a slaughter, it's a slaughter Champagne corks are firing at the sun again Swooping swallows chased by violins again Straafed by strauss
blowin' up the lines of design Tryin' to blind the science I'm sendin' 'em How to fight the power cannot run and hide But it shouldn't be suicide In a game
R-roger that, r-r-roger that....................Roger. {Tyga} Young black Rico's. Kill for da C notes. But me though, I jack son bitch Tito She wanna play games
Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side Cause I don't ever wanna leave the game Without atleast
and torn with sin, Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd. Much like the old violin. A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine, A game and he travels on
at the crossroads Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads Violins