Lirik Lagu F*** Wit Me - The Game
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[The Game]Yo, it's the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-fourWith the D's spinnin I can bag a hoTop down so my rag can show, whatever in the dutchPurple or orange haze it's just a bag of 'droHit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin LoungeIn Mark Jacobs denim and Don Magli's onI'm a gangsta and the birds they love it20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby PuckettYou can't buy a Ferrari fuck it, cop lle' from JThe bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggageHe order rock and cover it, the dimes is freeThe quarters is 75, the ball is liveAin't nobody fumblin on my blockWe in the field like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin the rockNothin less than a hundred a pop, anything less you a copShoot you and take your vest and your glock, motherfuckers
[Chorus]What'chu know about stackin G's; you got to come fuck wit mePuffin on sticky green; you got to come fuck wit meMy team is just oh so clean; you got to come fuck wit meWhat'chu know about stackin G's; you gots to come fuck wit me
[JT]I'm in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my tracksI push paper to increase my shineI'm on my chief, jumpin out the wagon like TycoAnd get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo'Bossed out, camouflage under my vest BMotorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskisRule #1, keep your eye on your cash flowCause rule #2 will get rid of your best soNone of 'em best show, ridin in stress mode'less they got petrol, pushin that Benz slowPick up the Game, let's count some cashThen we, get to the do', then you put on your maskOn some other shit, ridin wit'cha boy nowWe on the West coast, seek and destroy nowIt's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that GeorgetownWe had a riot in the streets fin' to blow now fo'sho' now
[Chorus]
[Verse Three - unknown]The underboss, ill too fastBuildin my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sagNot Gil but tryin to top, the nerd Bill GatesFrom the city of project buildings and them mossberg K'sSan Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, CaliforniaMan it's Get Low so best to toast, or torch'll spray on yaUhh, makin mafia moves, skate from the copsYeah they tried stoppin ya dudeBut nah, the ball, it don't stopA shot callin if I fall then my thoughts gon' flockYeah, underboss with Game and Doc FiggaroClear {?} and I'm the in-di-vi-dualHoldin weight, in the dope stateTokin the 8-8, oh, fold {?}Watch our bread and our team skyrocketVisualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't stop it
[Chorus]
[Chorus]What'chu know about stackin G's; you got to come fuck wit mePuffin on sticky green; you got to come fuck wit meMy team is just oh so clean; you got to come fuck wit meWhat'chu know about stackin G's; you gots to come fuck wit me
[JT]I'm in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my tracksI push paper to increase my shineI'm on my chief, jumpin out the wagon like TycoAnd get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo'Bossed out, camouflage under my vest BMotorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskisRule #1, keep your eye on your cash flowCause rule #2 will get rid of your best soNone of 'em best show, ridin in stress mode'less they got petrol, pushin that Benz slowPick up the Game, let's count some cashThen we, get to the do', then you put on your maskOn some other shit, ridin wit'cha boy nowWe on the West coast, seek and destroy nowIt's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that GeorgetownWe had a riot in the streets fin' to blow now fo'sho' now
[Chorus]
[Verse Three - unknown]The underboss, ill too fastBuildin my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sagNot Gil but tryin to top, the nerd Bill GatesFrom the city of project buildings and them mossberg K'sSan Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, CaliforniaMan it's Get Low so best to toast, or torch'll spray on yaUhh, makin mafia moves, skate from the copsYeah they tried stoppin ya dudeBut nah, the ball, it don't stopA shot callin if I fall then my thoughts gon' flockYeah, underboss with Game and Doc FiggaroClear {?} and I'm the in-di-vi-dualHoldin weight, in the dope stateTokin the 8-8, oh, fold {?}Watch our bread and our team skyrocketVisualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't stop it
[Chorus]
