Whip Game Proper Lyrics - Joe Budden

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Whip game proper, whip game proper 

You know my whip game proper, whip prop-proper 

You know my whip game proper, whip game proper 

You kn' a package on the way you know my whip game proper 

You know my whip game proper, whip-whip game proper 

You know my whip game proper, whip game proper 

Whip game proper, you know my whip game proper 

With my package on the way you know whip game, whip proper 

Uh, Twista and Weezy F. Baby, ya dig 

Whip game proper like behind the wheel, behind the stove (uh) 

It don't matter (uh) check it out 

Whip game proper, cocaine chopper 

Don't offer me reefer unless you know the flame proper 

You know I'm in somethin' sick when you see the Twista pop off 

Fucked up off juice and Vodka and high as a helicopter 

In the grape jelly Jag or peanut butter Bentley 

Or ruby Hummer cause a few bitches is comin' with me 

Or break down slowly I'm stallin' off in the stick shift (whoo) 

Mwah! Give my rims a kiss, they got big lips 

Now tear the guts out, bricks'll get served 

Like ostrich interior, because I'm sittin' on the biggest birds 

Vocalistic cataclysms, I spit the biggest words 

Fuck you and yo' bitch-ass crew, I spit the sickest verbs 

Yo' life is secondary, I fuck my secretary 

My life is legendary, keep a gun in every Chevy 

My trunk knocker, watch how I beat the block up 

A paper chopper cause on my tip, the flame pop up, cause my 

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Yes sir, uh, 

I'm up in it like dope dick 

And I'm physically fine, but my flow's sick 

Yosemite Sam, two holsters 

Two pistols, can't be too cautious 

Yes, human crack, Young Carter 

I perform better in hot water 

Yeah, and my whip game straight 

On a bad day I could turn a two into a eight 

And when I smile, it look like a bag of coke 

I gets high, I'm twisted like a bag of ropes 

And I come from the jungle 

I'm like Peter, I ride for my animals, ya dig? 

Ha ha, now get money, or get the fuck 

So much ice, I need the stick with the puck 

And if the work ain't big enough 

I could whip it up, watch me whip it up, because my 

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Whip game proper, watch how I stir the pot up 

Thuggin' like I will pack up my five and go blaka-blaka 

Do anything a nigga gots to do to protect my product 

When you call the cops up I'll be gone before they search through my Prada 

Because I don't want the drama, don't wanna holla at Your Honor 

So under the seat I'm a carry the llama and then I peel off in my Impala 

I'm a (what) Jeff Gordon slash chef, sorry I gots ta peel sharp 

Behind the wheel or the stove I whip it real hard 

To lick it real hard, give the shorties real jobs 

Not from Georgia, I'm from Chicago but I got a (Field Mob) 

They all be proper, at the top of Da Carter 

Cuttin' work at the table like a D-J go aw-err-aw-err 

All of us poppin' tags, all of us ridin' Bentleys 

All of us ridin' bikes so you know we all poppin wheelies 

I'm a C-note rapper, good, dope shopper 

Clique gon' make dollars, spit, game proper, cause my 

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