The Game Won’t Stop - The Game & Big Hit

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See the girl with cymbals on her fingers Entering through the door Ruby glistening from her navel Shimmering around the floor Bells on feet go ting a-ling a-linging Going through my head Sweat is falling just-a-like-a tear drops Running from her head Now she's dancing, going through the movements Swaying to and fro Body moving, bringing back a memory Thoughts of long ago Blood is rushing, temperature is rising Sweating from my brow Like a snake, her body fascinates me I can't look away now Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Give me time to breathe Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Or I'll have to leave Now, she's moving all around the tables Luring all in sight But I know that she cannot see me Hidden by the light Closer, closer, she is getting nearer Soon she'll be in reach As I enter into a spotlight She stands lost for speech Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Give me time to breathe Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Or I'll have to leave Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Give me time to breathe Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Or I'll have to leave Now I hold her, people are staring Don't know what to think And we struggle knocking over tables Spilling all the drinks Can't they understand that I want her? Happens every week Heavy hand upon my collar Throws me in the street Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Give me time to breathe Stop, stop, stop all the dancing Or I'll have to leave

Electro-convulsive therapy, part one Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Crip with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Stank with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Wop with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back This indo, produced by Timbo Game over, nah the N.W.A. chain choker Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rover Chain smokin, purple haze This ain't another one of those, this the rebirth of Dre The rebirth of L.A., the rebirth of hip-hop Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop Hold up, Timb stop - I said This another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop G-G-G-G-G - young homie got shit locked Public Enemy #1, Flavo Flav with a wristwatch All black G-Units, all black Impala I'm a schitzo, 3-wheelin the six-fo' 50 cent know I'm Compton most wanted when I'm ridin with Timbo Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West inn the backseat Of the Rover, ridin on dubs, nigga I'm West coastin The next Hova, from the home of the best doja Makin all that racket, I got the U.S. Open Stunt on me, I'll leave you wit'cha chest open Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the Tec smokin G-G-G-G-G - I done paid my dues N.W.A. is back, this is front page news I got Dre in the back, ridin on 22s Bitches screamin let me ride, it must be the shoes Red and black G6's, red dot on the Glock I'm goin three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) My unit is Guerilla Fuck with my La Familia, I will kill ya G-G-G-G-G-Unit - I know that boy, not familiar But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him (Is Compton in the house?) Without a doubt I'm the rapper with clout other niggas yap about You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser Got em puttin red and blue strings in they G-Units Get "Groupie Love", tell em to keep movin If I got a problem with a bitch I let Eve do it Unless she got on La Perla and I can see through it I don't just let her ride, I give her the keys to it Me and my bitch lay back in the Coupe I'm movin in the neighborhood, I ain't Passin through I woulda been here after Snoop, but I slowed down To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suit Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)

I'm, I'm with you I'm, I'm with you To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? So tell me why you hate the game? Y'all know what it is The streets named me Illmatic But yet, I'm still at it, yeah haters Felon, fights behind me on the intersection ***, my anthology on perfection Dress superb, admired by conspirists Who wanna try me but ain't *** enough to *** me up Child of the '80s, y'all *** is lazy Complainin' 'bout labor pains, ***, show me the baby And my *** Game, light another ***, pass the bottle Pro-black, I don't pick cotton out aspirin bottle Yeah, I learned my lessons and heard y'all snitchin' Witnessin' you rockin wit Narcs, confirmed my suspicion Green fatigues on, my ***, I'll bleed for 'em I can show 'em the water but can't make 'em drink it And I can show them my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich And still I wanna board 'em Wonderin' if they sink quick Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge And pray the Feds let Murder Inc. live To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? I don't talk about my *** I Just Blaze Oh, this time, I do it better just because 'Pac is watchin', B.I.G. is listenin' While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin' To every *** listenin', I was supposed to be Amongst kings, my mom shouted out at my christenin' And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a manhole And Cam got *** inside his Lambo, it's ample Life is a gamble, 15 years old, red rag around my head My sisters used to laugh and call me Rambo Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game *** Wit a Attitude from the cloth, I came Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain Keep the crown, clown, I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted Showed my *** at Summer Jam but New York was down wit it Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds wit it Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, this time, I do it better just because Check it, me and Nasty *** it's a classic, trust me How he gon' pass the *** to them *** that don't love me I'm talkin' *** that never wanted to see me on top Same *** that never wanted to see 'The Doctor's Advocate' drop Flop, I think not, I *** you rap *** like virgins Dre took my trainin' wheels off, it's curtains I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers The Game ain't over, this the beginnin' of my career The endin' of yours, the endin' of his Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz *** it's Game time, that was Dre's favorite line Back when Proof was in the booth and I recited his lines And I still think about my *** from time to time Make me wanna call 50 and let him know what's on my mind But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin' like that He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac And we just eatin' off rap, one love To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, this time, I do it better just because It ain't over, ladies and gentleman I go by the name of the one and only, Just Blaze I got a couple people in the house with me Usually we do this at the beginning But we gon' do it at the end this time I wanna take you to church real quick So I'ma need some help, I need some people up I need 1500 or nothin' up here wit me The wonderfully talented Marsha Ambrosia's from Floetry Ah, yeah there we go The sun is shinin' down on us right now We feelin' real good, we know y'all do too So if you feelin' good, sing along, clap along, stomp along Catch a lil' Holy Ghost And if you ain't feelin' good, God willin' By the end of this record, He gon' change all that Ayo, Lorenz, you ready? There it is, pass me them drumsticks Alright everybody, please join in Your life ain't good, you can get it right Take this opportunity to do so And I'ma let it do what it do Rest in peace to Georgia Elliott, here we go And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you I wanna thank everybody for comin' out God bless, one love, good night Or good day if you on the other side of the globe Yo, Just, we on the move with this ***, 'Doctor's Advocate' See you on the third album, hate it or love it And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you

The name game Shirley Shirley, Shirley bo Birley Bonana fanna fo Firley Fee fy mo Mirley, Shirley Lincoln Lincoln, Lincoln bo Bincoln Bonana fanna fo Fincoln Fee fy mo Mincoln, Lincoln Come on everybody I say now let's play a game I betcha I can make a rhyme Out of anybody's name The first letter of the name I traet it like it wasn't there But a B or an F Or an M will appear And then I say bo add a B then I say the name and Bonana fanna and a fo And then I say the name again with an F very plain And a fee fy and a mo And then I say the name again with an M this time And there isn't any name that I can't rhyme Arnold Arnold, Arnold bo Barnold Bonna fanna fo Farnold Fee fy mo Marnold, Arnold But if the first two letters are ever the same I drop them both and say the name like Bob, Bob drop the B's Bo ob For Fred, Fred drop the F's fo red For Mary, Mary drop the M's mo ary That's the only rule that is contrary Okay? Now say Bo: BO Now Tony with a B: BONY Then Bonana fanna fo: BONANNA FANNA FO Then you say the name again with an F very plain: FONY Then a fee fy and a mo: FEE FY MO Then you say the name again with an M this time: MONY And there isn't any name that you can't rhyme Everybody do tony Tony, Tony, bo Bony Bonana fanna fo Fony Fee fy mo Mony, Tony Pretty good! Let's do Billy Billy, Billy, bo Billy Bonana fanna fo Filly Fee fy mo Milly, Billy Very Good! Let's do Marsha Marsha, Marsha bo Barsha Bonana fanna fo farsha Fee fy mo Marsha, Marsha A little trick with Nick Nick, Nick, bo Bick Bonana fanna fo fick Fee fy mo Mick, Nick The name game!

23 years old and cold and sheizy as the game These Dallas Texas is pimpin this young nigga servin Caine Rockin up an ounce of what you've been waitin for me to slang Bangin through your speakers waitin to captivate your brain It's a dirty game, with crips and bloods Killa thugs Multi millionaires to pay a gangsta to go and spit a some So be careful bout with who you're stepping to Some gangstas got some bigger paper Quik-ata-ly Nothin left of you It's a dirty game Some niggas get set up and jacked for no reason Some niggas get shot up, on the block, hear the shots Cause it's murder season And since I slang your mama, get it to give you the game Trust nobody with your paper, watch your homies, check their game Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flipping' birdies man Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flipping' birdies man Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flippin birdies man Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flippin' birdies man Well It's a dirty game Uh, yeah And even you hoes gon get blasted The world gon turn blurks into un-cold-hearted bastards A murderin master Mischievous, devious, walkin distasta But I walk up in the church, killin, the topic of the bastard And ever since I've been young, I've even strung I'm watching fools get shot up Foamin out their mouth, about the front of their tongues Gettin' hostile on a hypocrite The humiliation, the consequences, of a conspiracy In the mental facilities Where I belong, hah Contemplatin and murderin, everybody that did me wrong And the milita is about two miles long Doing deviloush deeds Bustin on every opposin threat Bettin you hoes, jet When a cop comes and loads the tec Cause as long as I'm havin this heat, I'm havin no worries man Makin you hoes overdose on Caine It's a dirty game You know what a misdemeanor? Lucky Lurch and _____ be puttin fools on their back Nigga, what? It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flipping' birdies man Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flipping' birdies man Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flippin birdies man Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flippin' birdies man Well It's a dirty game Cause I'm flippin these birdies, but come to find out That my girl and workers ain't worthy I'm stackin that clout Pistol whipping, emanate splashin Go the back route If you anticipating the task, then Be bout your paper If you havin to kill, then let it be But ride on the solo If you choosin to do a killin spree It's a dirty game And being that it's a dirty game Every now and then I set up a couple of bustas and jack em for some birdies, man Hittin hoods like a hurricane Give me the loot Dope and watches, cause I'm takin everything It's a dirty game Lawyers takin their clients, takin their paper Girls gettin' upset that he raped her Nigga, It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flipping' birdies man Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flipping' birdies man Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flippin birdies man Well It's a dirty game Well It's a dirty game But ima do my thang, I'm flippin' birdies man