Текст песни: Game, The - No More Fun And Games
[VERSE 1]
Gangsta Gangsta that`s already evident.
Nigga wit a Attitude, check, check my residence.
Whether I`m Crip or Blood, Homie, that`s irrelivant.
I`m with the D-O-C, there`s nobody better then the west coast felon when he on that lowrider
Bike pedaling, Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin` it.
I`m with ya homie Doc Dre on the television while these niggas moving peanuts like a elephant.
I`m on cars like spinnin` rims.
I`m in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem.
Not to down Eminem I fuck black bitches, fuck white bitches, nigga I like bitches.
Them half and half Alicia Keys dyke bitches.
If the head right, I might Air Nike bitches.
Or put `em on a track like Just Blaze, I look down on hoes and look up to Dre, cause ain`t...
[CHORUS]
No more fun and games
Gangtsa, Gansta
Thats what they`re yellin
Its not about a salary
Its all about reality
[VERSE 2]
I`m like Dre, Eazy, Cube, King Tia rolled into One.
Used to move birdies `till I put a hole in one.
Nigga they thought I wasn`t holdin` a gun, they try to ride up on me like Afeni Shakurs only son.
Dre told me he ain`t doing Detox, this his only run.
Mase coming back and Hovie done.
I`m surrounded by legends, sitting at the round table, I am The Game and still niggas tryna play
Dude.
I`m Ruthless, I ain`t talkin` `bout the label.
I hook niggas up and I don`t mean free cable.
I mean I hook niggas up to the I.V, the same way Dre hooked me up to Ivine.
I`m from the gutter, grew up in public housing.
On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming.
So if a nigga ever try to Jerry Hellin` me, tell Dre put up a mill cause that`s what my bail
Will be.
[CHORUS]
No more fun and games
Gangtsa, Gansta
Thats what they`re yellin
Its not about a salary
Its all about reality
[VERSE 3]
I been rapping for 1 year 1 month, 17 days.
13 hours, 28 minutes, then I met Dre.
30 minutes after I bought the new Em, that was November 18, 3:09 P.M.
Around the same time Wanksta got it`s first spin, that was 32 weeks before they signed Rakim.
8 Months, 13 Days, before I knew a Mike Lynn.
And 3 Years after Mase done turned his mic in?
I start writing 22 months and 20 weeks prior to Lebron shaking Adidas for Nikes.
I`m right here, 6 years after Randy Moss caught his first touchdown for the Vikings.
1 day, 7 hours, 14 minutes, 21 seconds before Soundscan got printed.
2 Platinum Records for I`m classified with Biggie.
And 2 seconds before the song finish, yeah.
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[VERSE 1]
Gangsta Gangsta that`s already evident.
Nigga wit a Attitude, check, check my residence.
Whether I`m Crip or Blood, Homie, that`s irrelivant.
I`m with the D-O-C, there`s nobody better then the west coast felon when he on that lowrider
Bike pedaling, Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin` it.
I`m with ya homie Doc Dre on the television while these niggas moving peanuts like a elephant.
I`m on cars like spinnin` rims.
I`m in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem.
Not to down Eminem I fuck black bitches, fuck white bitches, nigga I like bitches.
Them half and half Alicia Keys dyke bitches.
If the head right, I might Air Nike bitches.
Or put `em on a track like Just Blaze, I look down on hoes and look up to Dre, cause ain`t...
[CHORUS]
No more fun and games
Gangtsa, Gansta
Thats what they`re yellin
Its not about a salary
Its all about reality
[VERSE 2]
I`m like Dre, Eazy, Cube, King Tia rolled into One.
Used to move birdies `till I put a hole in one.
Nigga they thought I wasn`t holdin` a gun, they try to ride up on me like Afeni Shakurs only son.
Dre told me he ain`t doing Detox, this his only run.
Mase coming back and Hovie done.
I`m surrounded by legends, sitting at the round table, I am The Game and still niggas tryna play
Dude.
I`m Ruthless, I ain`t talkin` `bout the label.
I hook niggas up and I don`t mean free cable.
I mean I hook niggas up to the I.V, the same way Dre hooked me up to Ivine.
I`m from the gutter, grew up in public housing.
On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming.
So if a nigga ever try to Jerry Hellin` me, tell Dre put up a mill cause that`s what my bail
Will be.
[CHORUS]
No more fun and games
Gangtsa, Gansta
Thats what they`re yellin
Its not about a salary
Its all about reality
[VERSE 3]
I been rapping for 1 year 1 month, 17 days.
13 hours, 28 minutes, then I met Dre.
30 minutes after I bought the new Em, that was November 18, 3:09 P.M.
Around the same time Wanksta got it`s first spin, that was 32 weeks before they signed Rakim.
8 Months, 13 Days, before I knew a Mike Lynn.
And 3 Years after Mase done turned his mic in?
I start writing 22 months and 20 weeks prior to Lebron shaking Adidas for Nikes.
I`m right here, 6 years after Randy Moss caught his first touchdown for the Vikings.
1 day, 7 hours, 14 minutes, 21 seconds before Soundscan got printed.
2 Platinum Records for I`m classified with Biggie.
And 2 seconds before the song finish, yeah.
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