"Run Game" lyrics
Yeah...
Let me ask for a favour really quick
Say OOOOOHHHH! (oooohhhh)
AAAAAYYYYY! (ayyyy!)
Ooooohhhh! (oooohhhh)
AYYYYYYY! (ayyyyy)
Yeeaahhh!
(Whooo)
I feel good
I feel great
People make money all around me, Yet I can't get paid
But after the show, I'm off the stage clap, clap, dap
If I wanted to I could get laid!
Sup pretty pretty? got the sticky icky, Girl we could go?
I'd rather drink than celebrate after shows
Whoa! I'm radical dude! Make it Rain! cowabunga! WOOOO!
Roller coaster speed, full speed a head
If ever oh-fend-ded
You should forget what I said
I'm over your head like I was in a hot air balloon
Don't worry, I'll hurry, it'll be your turn real soon
Buy them tickets bitches, I'm the meanest
Swish! I'm ahead of the game like I was the first pitch
Hmmm, have you ever met a little white kid like this?
With a nice flow that's quite just like this?
I must be sick!
Run game
Lose
Dudes
Ladies Groove
Run game
Lose
Change
Whoo
I must be good at what I do
Everybody get together, throw a little cheddar at this dude
Throw your drinks up, let's meet 'em in the middle
Let's get drunk just a little
Shimmy shimmy shimmy coco-puff
Hopin, I'm as cold as fuck
Out here putting posters up
My goal is Oprah bucks
Cha ching! But if that don't happen
I still know that I'm the best up here rappin
So check this out, I spread like fucking herpes in the game
Man it's around, it's a wrap, it's a conclusion
I'm made for this shit, I'm in the left lane cruising
I'm so hot when I shit in a toilet...
It drops and boils it
World renound, pound for pound
The parties are ridiculous and so is the sound
Run game
Lose
Dudes
Ladies Groove
Run game
Lose
Change
Whoo
On my tippy toes now
Faster than an itty bitty little miracle
Cheerio, pitiful
How you motherfuckers think you're God given spitin lyrical
I'm a pinnacle, get up outta my grill
Before I put a pound of powder to the pill
Is it really real?
Put a kill b'for the bill chill
Eh, gotta couple little motherfuckers in my face
Kill em round the way like beat-cha beat-cha from the A
Deadly
Gotta pocket full of shells, I repel hell it's self
I'm hot as hell
Who else
OOOOOHHHH! (oooohhhh)
AAAAAYYYYY! (ayyyy!)
Ooooohhhh! (oooohhhh)
AYYYYYYY! (ayyyyy)
Yeeaahhh!
(Whooo)
Run game
Lose
Dudes
Ladies Groove
Run game
Lose
Change
Whoo
Let me ask for a favour really quick
Say OOOOOHHHH! (oooohhhh)
AAAAAYYYYY! (ayyyy!)
Ooooohhhh! (oooohhhh)
AYYYYYYY! (ayyyyy)
Yeeaahhh!
(Whooo)
I feel good
I feel great
People make money all around me, Yet I can't get paid
But after the show, I'm off the stage clap, clap, dap
If I wanted to I could get laid!
Sup pretty pretty? got the sticky icky, Girl we could go?
I'd rather drink than celebrate after shows
Whoa! I'm radical dude! Make it Rain! cowabunga! WOOOO!
Roller coaster speed, full speed a head
If ever oh-fend-ded
You should forget what I said
I'm over your head like I was in a hot air balloon
Don't worry, I'll hurry, it'll be your turn real soon
Buy them tickets bitches, I'm the meanest
Swish! I'm ahead of the game like I was the first pitch
Hmmm, have you ever met a little white kid like this?
With a nice flow that's quite just like this?
I must be sick!
Run game
Lose
Dudes
Ladies Groove
Run game
Lose
Change
Whoo
I must be good at what I do
Everybody get together, throw a little cheddar at this dude
Throw your drinks up, let's meet 'em in the middle
Let's get drunk just a little
Shimmy shimmy shimmy coco-puff
Hopin, I'm as cold as fuck
Out here putting posters up
My goal is Oprah bucks
Cha ching! But if that don't happen
I still know that I'm the best up here rappin
So check this out, I spread like fucking herpes in the game
Man it's around, it's a wrap, it's a conclusion
I'm made for this shit, I'm in the left lane cruising
I'm so hot when I shit in a toilet...
It drops and boils it
World renound, pound for pound
The parties are ridiculous and so is the sound
Run game
Lose
Dudes
Ladies Groove
Run game
Lose
Change
Whoo
On my tippy toes now
Faster than an itty bitty little miracle
Cheerio, pitiful
How you motherfuckers think you're God given spitin lyrical
I'm a pinnacle, get up outta my grill
Before I put a pound of powder to the pill
Is it really real?
Put a kill b'for the bill chill
Eh, gotta couple little motherfuckers in my face
Kill em round the way like beat-cha beat-cha from the A
Deadly
Gotta pocket full of shells, I repel hell it's self
I'm hot as hell
Who else
OOOOOHHHH! (oooohhhh)
AAAAAYYYYY! (ayyyy!)
Ooooohhhh! (oooohhhh)
AYYYYYYY! (ayyyyy)
Yeeaahhh!
(Whooo)
Run game
Lose
Dudes
Ladies Groove
Run game
Lose
Change
Whoo
