- Nate Dogg I Got Game 歌詞
- Nate Dogg
- i got game
I got game, more game then you can ever conceive
I dont play, better not be playing with me
I got hoes （From sea to sea） all around the world （In different area codes）
Im so tight, just pass me the Hennessy
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie to the rhythm of the boogie dee beat
I cant imagine all these other motherfuckers think that they got more game than me
I been all around the world, had every kind of girl, it takes a lot to impress me
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie, hope you know youre going home with me
I got pros from East to West, when I flow I flow the best
Ask the first motherfucker you see
I got game, more game then you can ever conceive
I dont play, better not be playing with me
I got hoes （From sea to sea） all around the world （ In different area codes）
Im so tight, just pass me the Hennessy
Pass me the Henn dogg...yeah
G-A-M-E thats my thang, and it aint no rules when you in this game
Fo real, like Shaquille, cause you know the deal, 213 in your motherfuckin grill
Its still, D.P.G. now Im living well off
Despite a few homies fell off
Im on the right track cause Im the foefather
Bite you on your ass like a motherfuckin Rottweiler
Flip a new style and reshape and refolder
Hold easy cause its that ea-sy, believe me
Snoop D-O-Double-Gee-zee, fall off in the party
going solo and then I leave em four bree-zee
Lets take em back to the spee-zee
The honey come hide out off the church for the evening
Good Evening, ladies and gents, players and pimps
Shame on a nigga I run game on a bitch
I got game, more game then you can ever conceive
I dont play, better not be playing with me
I got hoes （From sea to sea） all around the world （In different area codes）
Im so tight, just pass me the Hennessy
Niggaz be talking shit like they got the gift
Trying to keep up with the Joness the Yester Smith
Like a stick shift switch fast on a fag, rucate rap, style ran up the ass
Im a give you a pass cause I now that yousa bitch
But next time you trip Im a prepare the big ditch
And you and a punk should call youre team
I ran the machine named you off the team
You live in a dream nigga picking you to pieces
One tech shot leave your crop in love pieces
So recognize royalty, poetry in motion, roast MCs like chronic bud leafs
Nothing but thugs and Gs when I come around
Mess around put you in a hospital gown
Yousa clown, youre sound youre whole shits plain
It all sound the same, nigga you need game
I got game, more game then you can ever conceive
I dont play, better not be playing with me
I got hoes （From sea to sea） all around the world （In different area codes）
Im so tight, just pass me the Hennessy
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