Lirik Lagu The Game - Philly's Most Wanted
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[Mr. Man (Boobonic)]"Ayyo, let me tell y'all somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball,("We ball.") pimp like the pimpers pimp; ("We pimps.")and when we want, we can take like the takers take.("You want drugs?") 'Knaw-mean? Southwest, we get down.("That's right.") What. Ayyo, check it."
Ay, for the most part, I'm smart. Keep birdsI'm the type 'get head in the whip, won't swerve'In the winter rock Timberland boots, long fursUsually if I shot at you niggas, we had wordsAim might be off a little, it's bad nervesMister, a step above like street curbsM-R D-O-T, somethin' nastyPrice it but ain' gon' cop? Don't ask meHot as the drop. Cold, my top glassyYou don't really think I'm grown? Kidnap meUh, respect is all I ask forWit' no problem, spray your AccordI leave you face down, dead on your dashboardSixteen shots in your front left doorthen I spent off, wipe my fingerprints offRob pass the creep. Man, that scene get tossedPlayin' ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the sauceYou ain't nothin' but crack, I supply all rawlike them cars you saw bounce on CrenshawTell them Boyz in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!
[T-Mix]That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon't do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it goThat's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon't do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
[Boobonic]Yo, again it's Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wetTrust me when I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yetLayin' on the deck, blood pressure gettin' lowand it's fucked up because you was never gettin' dough'Yo
Ay, for the most part, I'm smart. Keep birdsI'm the type 'get head in the whip, won't swerve'In the winter rock Timberland boots, long fursUsually if I shot at you niggas, we had wordsAim might be off a little, it's bad nervesMister, a step above like street curbsM-R D-O-T, somethin' nastyPrice it but ain' gon' cop? Don't ask meHot as the drop. Cold, my top glassyYou don't really think I'm grown? Kidnap meUh, respect is all I ask forWit' no problem, spray your AccordI leave you face down, dead on your dashboardSixteen shots in your front left doorthen I spent off, wipe my fingerprints offRob pass the creep. Man, that scene get tossedPlayin' ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the sauceYou ain't nothin' but crack, I supply all rawlike them cars you saw bounce on CrenshawTell them Boyz in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!
[T-Mix]That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon't do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it goThat's how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon't do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go
[Boobonic]Yo, again it's Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wetTrust me when I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yetLayin' on the deck, blood pressure gettin' lowand it's fucked up because you was never gettin' dough'Yo
