"Game Time" lyrics
(feat. Murderer & Joe Riggs)
[Too $hort:]
It's right
It's all about the motherfucking game, bitch
If you ain't got it
You ain't shit
You ain't shit
So you know what I'm saying?
I've been all around the world, spitting Oakland game
Talking shit about these hoes, while we smoking thangs
Dedicated from the jump, to the Oakland slump
Niggas from my town just ain't no punk
And when we rap on the mic, we spitting real shit
Bass hitting hard, you can feel it, bitch
I spent 15 years on the microphone
Spitting game from the Oak Town, writing the songs
Gin and juice with no ice, rapping all night long
When you finally getting home, find your wife is gone
Don't know right from wrong, she can't resist the twist
Like the OJ, she used to be your bitch
That's how we put it down, in the town, I know you found out
That I was fucking your bitch in your town house
Took her money, and slapped her son
Then I gave the microphone to Rappin' Ron
[Rappin' Ron:]
It's game time is the same rhyme, I ain't finna change mine
Kickin' the same lines, breakin' down two MCs at the same time
They claim I'm movin' the main line
Every day I'm smokin' straight vines
Don't strain your brain, remain calm
Is this atrocious? I leave em with scoliosis
Focus the dopest, the deli of the tuberculosis
It's hopeless, the dope fades em
I go places like Oasis
My showcases is takin' out whole races, that's bodacious
I'm from that O-A-K, son
Don't play em, you know where they from
Slangin A-1 since day one, I ain't done
I'm from the Bad N Fluenz click
I'm doin' this, we higher than the stewardess
Deeper than a school of fish
Who is this? Thinking he is fadin' us, amazin' us
It's Rappin' ass Ron fadin' any nigga in the radius
Cause I just keep flowin', keep growin', each side owin'
Nigga you know that he's throwubg but he claimin' he can get us
Or fuck with us, or just hit us
But Rappin' ass Ron spit the fuck with a
TEC, you know that we hollin'
I'm freestylin', he smilin', beat wylin
They call me a free stallion
But I still keep it goin' on, on the song
Hand on the chrome, and ain't shit goin' wrong
I'm in this here, and all these niggas fear
The rawest muthafucka in the fuckin northern hemisphere
[Murder One:]
Envision a nigga with a Beretta
If you got loot, robbin' your punk ass to make that mo better
It's that nigga from Chicago makin' history
Leavin' scandalous ass cases for muthafuckin unsolved mystery
I'm different, smooth out the back, go yellin 7-4
GD for life, lick a shot, let these muthafuckas know
Longitude, latitude, 312 show no gratitude
Nina consistently, muthafucka got an attitude
I'm breakin' fools down like Bolivian flakes
Me and my folks done took more lives than the California earthquake
How the fuck you go try to test a hoodlum
I'll open that ass up quick like a third eye on a Muslim
From the gangsta original backlands, that's kinda sad, man
You wanna find your kids fed up in your trash can
Don't test a nigga, mental eatin' thoughts like a raptor in Jurassic
Before I have your block laminated in black
Big up to Cook County, Pontiac, Stateville to MTU
To Pelican Bay, even in San Quentin
Cause they itchin' to hit the fences
I'ma keep on stackin' guns and ammunition and diggin' them trenches
It's about time for that shit to kick off
Chicago in this bitch, dick in your mouth
[Too $hort:]
Yeah, it's all good on the southside, westside, Chicago
But you know $hort Dawg from East Oakland, y'all
It's right
Tell them where you from, nigga
[Joe Riggs:]
I'm from that city that paid Marvin when he was starvin'
Act up in Detroit, open your chest, I'll be carvin'
Fuck a barber, we jungle strut just like Tarzan
We break it to you, fuck all that loud talkin' and arguing
From Herman Gardens, down to 7 Mile and mack it back
We staying strapped with Monte Carlos and them Cadillacs
The young boys, they made noise in the early 80s
Now it's 96 Detroit, niggas still can't be faded
City motions got me lookin, stayin' posted
Livin' off them Afghan greens and drinkin' potion
Joe Rigga is the kizza, mic fizza
Why we crazy? I'm givin' love to what has raised me
Regardless, I'ma spark this for those dissin' this
Detroit the realest, roughest, Rosstown down in Michigan
[?] and them [?]
So when we want em, check it in bitch, it's cutthroat
And if you wanna come and kick it, nigga
You been told get at Joe Riggs
Up in the gardens down on Joy road
[Too $hort:]
I do a lot of traveling, seen a lot of places
Know a lot of gangstas, don't forget faces
Never turn my back, stay tight with my folks
And if you fuck with me, they'll be slicing your throat
With rhymes, that ain't nothing like the style you seen
Couldn't get with these niggas in your wildest dreams
Rappin' Ron came through, with Davey D and Ike
Murder One, Joe Rigga, Show D on the mic
And it's all about the game, bitch
On the Cell Block compilation
It's right
It's all about the motherfucking game, bitch
If you ain't got it
You ain't shit
You ain't shit
So you know what I'm saying?
I've been all around the world, spitting Oakland game
Talking shit about these hoes, while we smoking thangs
Dedicated from the jump, to the Oakland slump
Niggas from my town just ain't no punk
And when we rap on the mic, we spitting real shit
Bass hitting hard, you can feel it, bitch
I spent 15 years on the microphone
Spitting game from the Oak Town, writing the songs
Gin and juice with no ice, rapping all night long
When you finally getting home, find your wife is gone
Don't know right from wrong, she can't resist the twist
Like the OJ, she used to be your bitch
That's how we put it down, in the town, I know you found out
That I was fucking your bitch in your town house
Took her money, and slapped her son
Then I gave the microphone to Rappin' Ron
[Rappin' Ron:]
It's game time is the same rhyme, I ain't finna change mine
Kickin' the same lines, breakin' down two MCs at the same time
They claim I'm movin' the main line
Every day I'm smokin' straight vines
Don't strain your brain, remain calm
Is this atrocious? I leave em with scoliosis
Focus the dopest, the deli of the tuberculosis
It's hopeless, the dope fades em
I go places like Oasis
My showcases is takin' out whole races, that's bodacious
I'm from that O-A-K, son
Don't play em, you know where they from
Slangin A-1 since day one, I ain't done
I'm from the Bad N Fluenz click
I'm doin' this, we higher than the stewardess
Deeper than a school of fish
Who is this? Thinking he is fadin' us, amazin' us
It's Rappin' ass Ron fadin' any nigga in the radius
Cause I just keep flowin', keep growin', each side owin'
Nigga you know that he's throwubg but he claimin' he can get us
Or fuck with us, or just hit us
But Rappin' ass Ron spit the fuck with a
TEC, you know that we hollin'
I'm freestylin', he smilin', beat wylin
They call me a free stallion
But I still keep it goin' on, on the song
Hand on the chrome, and ain't shit goin' wrong
I'm in this here, and all these niggas fear
The rawest muthafucka in the fuckin northern hemisphere
[Murder One:]
Envision a nigga with a Beretta
If you got loot, robbin' your punk ass to make that mo better
It's that nigga from Chicago makin' history
Leavin' scandalous ass cases for muthafuckin unsolved mystery
I'm different, smooth out the back, go yellin 7-4
GD for life, lick a shot, let these muthafuckas know
Longitude, latitude, 312 show no gratitude
Nina consistently, muthafucka got an attitude
I'm breakin' fools down like Bolivian flakes
Me and my folks done took more lives than the California earthquake
How the fuck you go try to test a hoodlum
I'll open that ass up quick like a third eye on a Muslim
From the gangsta original backlands, that's kinda sad, man
You wanna find your kids fed up in your trash can
Don't test a nigga, mental eatin' thoughts like a raptor in Jurassic
Before I have your block laminated in black
Big up to Cook County, Pontiac, Stateville to MTU
To Pelican Bay, even in San Quentin
Cause they itchin' to hit the fences
I'ma keep on stackin' guns and ammunition and diggin' them trenches
It's about time for that shit to kick off
Chicago in this bitch, dick in your mouth
[Too $hort:]
Yeah, it's all good on the southside, westside, Chicago
But you know $hort Dawg from East Oakland, y'all
It's right
Tell them where you from, nigga
[Joe Riggs:]
I'm from that city that paid Marvin when he was starvin'
Act up in Detroit, open your chest, I'll be carvin'
Fuck a barber, we jungle strut just like Tarzan
We break it to you, fuck all that loud talkin' and arguing
From Herman Gardens, down to 7 Mile and mack it back
We staying strapped with Monte Carlos and them Cadillacs
The young boys, they made noise in the early 80s
Now it's 96 Detroit, niggas still can't be faded
City motions got me lookin, stayin' posted
Livin' off them Afghan greens and drinkin' potion
Joe Rigga is the kizza, mic fizza
Why we crazy? I'm givin' love to what has raised me
Regardless, I'ma spark this for those dissin' this
Detroit the realest, roughest, Rosstown down in Michigan
[?] and them [?]
So when we want em, check it in bitch, it's cutthroat
And if you wanna come and kick it, nigga
You been told get at Joe Riggs
Up in the gardens down on Joy road
[Too $hort:]
I do a lot of traveling, seen a lot of places
Know a lot of gangstas, don't forget faces
Never turn my back, stay tight with my folks
And if you fuck with me, they'll be slicing your throat
With rhymes, that ain't nothing like the style you seen
Couldn't get with these niggas in your wildest dreams
Rappin' Ron came through, with Davey D and Ike
Murder One, Joe Rigga, Show D on the mic
And it's all about the game, bitch
On the Cell Block compilation
