Yo Attitude, talk to me. We got some bustin ass marks out here. Claimin some motherfuckin place they ain't never seen. Huh, sellout. Boy this is the S-E-A-T-O-W-N, clown.
Got a real fine freek with a real big butt,. She gets real ill when she hears my cut,. Got two cadillacs one blue one gold,. Got straps on the back with a fresh set of Vogues,.
Shake, to, my flow. Let it go when you shake that coco. +I Got Game+, so whatcha know. Get it up, then I hit her with the Rambo. Oo-chie, coo-chie. Still lookin for the supa booty.
How you like your game, baby?. You wanna sell hot?. I make this game resonate baby, yeah resonate. . Chorus:. C'mon c'mon. I put the ball in balla I made it resonate.
"C'mon now" - repeated. . [Verse 1]. Got 'em up, yeah my Taliano, not many brothers is rollin in Diablos. Hittin the hard rock, this street is my work spot.
*SPOKEN*. . What you pullin' me over fo' mistuh offi-suh?. I'll be askin' the questions Leroy.. My name ain't Leroy, man.. Heh, all right Jerome, outta the car..
Intro: Mix talks while The Star Spangled Banner plays in the background. . Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west Oakland. Oliver North receives community service hours.
(*breathing noises mixed with a dog barking*). . (*"bow wow" - repeated*). Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run .... Kitty cat, kitty cat, run, run, run ....
Me and Kid Sensation and that home away from home. In the Black Benz Limo with the cellular phone. I'm callin' up the posse it's time to get rippin'. The freaks a need a sunroof to keep you sucka's trippin'.
My hooptie rollin' tailpipe draggin'. Heat don't work an' my girl keeps naggin'. Six nine Buick deuce keeps rollin'. One hubcap 'cause three got stolen.
Run for the hills cause the mack is back. I'm hookin' up girls by fact. If you're stacked. You can rub a big mack. I gotta gas. So don't worry about scraps.
*SPOKEN*. Mack Daddy. Ain't you tired of that gameless mark smackin' you in your face baby?. Mack Daddy. You better roll with the big mack, the man with the game.
{Your silence is my trade}. Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}. Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}. Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}.
I love it when ya bounce bounce bounce,. shakin the top, shakin the bottom. Can I pounce pounce pounce,. chasin the boots and then I done got 'em. Can I go go go? As soon as you thinkin I'm done.
[ CHORUS ]. You can lead yo horse to water. But you cannot make him drink. I'm just tryin to spit some game. So you might wanna stop and think (2x). .
What's up Dallas, what's up (x2). Dallas jump on it, jump on it, jump on it. What's up San Antone, what's up (x2). San Antonio jump on it, jump on it, jump on it.
You could strike a match in my hand. too black to tan. heavy metel rythem from a one man band. bust my knuckles in a junkyard scuffle. whippin at the fairies with a brass belt buckle.
*girl weeping*. . WHAT'S WRONG, SWEETHEART?. DON'T YOU WANT ME?. YOU PAID FOR ME. KNEEL TO ME.. *rhythmic sniffing*. SMOKE ME. BREATHE ME. INHALE ....
(Girls voice) "Man I wish I could find me a brother with some game". . To the rescue!. . Here's a little somethin' for you whacked out suckers. Rollin' twenty third sellin' dope to cluckers.
I'm peelin' off domes with a baseball bat. Forty-four Magnum, choice of gat. Mercury tip fillin' up my clip, I can shoot him. In the dome or I can get him in the hip.