"Game Been Missing" lyrics
E-40 & Larry June Lyrics
Ugh, I'm from Vallejo, right next-door to Richmond
It's game involved, all we spit is ism
Turf hog, you might want to listen
This is what the game been missing
I'm from the Bay, San Quentin prison
It's game involved, all we spit is ism
Turf hog, you might want to listen
This is what the game been missing
Yoke it, I might make my car bounce up and hop
Rollin', I might smoke it up in front of a cop
Blowin' big broccoli, speakers 'bout to pop
Holdin', nipples pokin' up out her top
Can't remember a time when I threw in the towel and quit
I remember a time when I fronted myself a brick
Overkill when I cooked-ed 46 zips
I put the whoop on it and you only got 36
Hustling was a habit in my habitat
I had a gauge, a .44, and a MAC (Good job)
The life that I lived, it wasn't cap
Ask your aunties and uncles about that
It was BR, before rhyme
We was approved, they was declined
We was them dudes, still doing fine
Now I'm crushing grapes up in Napa and selling wine
Ugh, I'm from Vallejo, right next-door to Richmond
It's game involved, all we spit is ism
Turf hog, you might want to listen
This is what the game been missing
I'm from the Bay, San Quentin prison
It's game involved, all we spit is ism
Turf hog, you might want to listen
This is what the game been missing
I'm what the game missing, I'm with them same niggas
Nigga laid-back but my rank different
I be fucking with it, you a other nigga
I can't fuck with it, I'm not an easy lick
Hold on, you see this shit (Ho, you see it)
Hold on, I keep it lit (Ho, you see it)
Hold on, don't chase the bitch (Hold on)
Hold on, just make the chips (Hold on)
I like my ticket big
I hop up out that thang and coordinate another 10
The ordinary shit we did, the ordinary shit I drive
Still cost a quarter mill
Still gotta make decisions, thinking 'bout my future kids
Hold on, let me hit the spot, that chimmy shit I can't forgive
Hold on, I got secret shit that I ain't post online still
Sliding through the V for real, Magazine to the Ville
Crestside to the east, then back to The Point, for real
Might grab a Cuddy Bang, might hit the hood for real
This nigga name good for real
Ugh, I'm from Vallejo, right next-door to Richmond (The Rich)
It's game involved, all we spit is ism (That ism)
Turf hog, you might want to listen
This is what the game been missing (Game been missing)
I'm from the Bay, San Quentin prison
It's game involved, all we spit is ism (That ism)
Turf hog, you might want to listen (Wanna listen)
This is what the game been missing
This is what the game been missing (Good job)
Yeah, baby
40, what's happenin'?
This is what the game been missing
It's game involved, all we spit is ism
Turf hog, you might want to listen
This is what the game been missing
I'm from the Bay, San Quentin prison
It's game involved, all we spit is ism
Turf hog, you might want to listen
This is what the game been missing
Yoke it, I might make my car bounce up and hop
Rollin', I might smoke it up in front of a cop
Blowin' big broccoli, speakers 'bout to pop
Holdin', nipples pokin' up out her top
Can't remember a time when I threw in the towel and quit
I remember a time when I fronted myself a brick
Overkill when I cooked-ed 46 zips
I put the whoop on it and you only got 36
Hustling was a habit in my habitat
I had a gauge, a .44, and a MAC (Good job)
The life that I lived, it wasn't cap
Ask your aunties and uncles about that
It was BR, before rhyme
We was approved, they was declined
We was them dudes, still doing fine
Now I'm crushing grapes up in Napa and selling wine
Ugh, I'm from Vallejo, right next-door to Richmond
It's game involved, all we spit is ism
Turf hog, you might want to listen
This is what the game been missing
I'm from the Bay, San Quentin prison
It's game involved, all we spit is ism
Turf hog, you might want to listen
This is what the game been missing
I'm what the game missing, I'm with them same niggas
Nigga laid-back but my rank different
I be fucking with it, you a other nigga
I can't fuck with it, I'm not an easy lick
Hold on, you see this shit (Ho, you see it)
Hold on, I keep it lit (Ho, you see it)
Hold on, don't chase the bitch (Hold on)
Hold on, just make the chips (Hold on)
I like my ticket big
I hop up out that thang and coordinate another 10
The ordinary shit we did, the ordinary shit I drive
Still cost a quarter mill
Still gotta make decisions, thinking 'bout my future kids
Hold on, let me hit the spot, that chimmy shit I can't forgive
Hold on, I got secret shit that I ain't post online still
Sliding through the V for real, Magazine to the Ville
Crestside to the east, then back to The Point, for real
Might grab a Cuddy Bang, might hit the hood for real
This nigga name good for real
Ugh, I'm from Vallejo, right next-door to Richmond (The Rich)
It's game involved, all we spit is ism (That ism)
Turf hog, you might want to listen
This is what the game been missing (Game been missing)
I'm from the Bay, San Quentin prison
It's game involved, all we spit is ism (That ism)
Turf hog, you might want to listen (Wanna listen)
This is what the game been missing
This is what the game been missing (Good job)
Yeah, baby
40, what's happenin'?
This is what the game been missing
