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    Ice-T

    Check Your Game

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    Chorus:
    It's 99 players check your game
    Make sure them young boys respect your name
    Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready
    Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
    Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
    Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you
    The suckas that got the player hater venom
    I wanna take 'em outside and lay some slugs up in em
    [King T]
    When they need work
    They call the cali drug expert
    Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt
    Looking flossy living costly
    Off the edge, out of state
    They gots to break bread, for sho
    I needs mo' ice drops for the lexo
    Briggetts sets blow when I'm sipping the mo'
    Freelancing, trying to build a mansion
    And stay faded
    Have hoes walk around my crib butt naked...
    [Ice-T]
    True, pop the remy kick back and let the players represent
    High floss true boss game and take aim
    These sucka wannabe's
    Nigga please - you're green
    I'll bend hoes on the downlow - banks obscene
    Wanna chill with these niggas, bet you wish you could
    And suck game out my ass like sponges
    I run this
    You can't fuck with the steelo
    You niggas wanna be low
    When I'm on the east I play ceelo
    Cash flow
    One track mind serial hustler
    Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch?
    I'll dust ya
    Bentley ballin' bastard
    No hustler faster
    Game maker
    I knock a white bitch and break her
    [King T]
    But Ice, Chronic got me bruising my brain
    But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game
    I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker
    Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer
    The phat hummer
    The phat drummer - what's your choice?
    Trying to find a sister with a voice
    Make her moist
    I'm throwing up the W
    Bringing trouble to
    Those in sight
    King T and Big Ice
    Chorus:
    [Ice-T]
    But T that's trippin' and that ain't my sport
    I'd rather lamp in my crib and flip the Robb report
    And set my v-dozen on the streets
    Bump my beats
    Cause when I'm twisting my dubs
    Can't nobody compete
    Imagine this:
    A hundred G 'lex on your wrist
    Imagine this:
    About ten karrots on your fist
    Imagine this:
    All dime hoes on your list
    Ha - that shit would be nice
    But your name ain't Ice - kid...
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