The Game - History lyrics

[Doug E Fresh (talking)] Someone say Who that cat Runnin' through that Ask how he do that Easy (beat boxing) Who that cat Runnin' throught that Ask how he do that easy (beat boxing) Yo whats up yall' this is Doug E. Fresh, and I got my boy Big Daddy Kane, and KRS-One is in here And Game [Game: yeah], matter fact Game you know what [Game: yeah] [Verse 1: Game] Razor sharp My flow is like a crip and blood fightin' in the park, come to Compton swim with the sharks I know the real kings of New York That make me five borough Thorough pa** me the torch A young Kane I'm insane my membrane has the capacity to jack rappers and take chains A lot of fake KRS' a lot of fake Game's I'ma cash in on you n****s and make change Little a** dogs I'm a Great Dane Product of hip hop like spray paint on a freight train And while you n****s tried to make Kane I made Kane While Kane playin' on that little tape thang I got my first boom box in 85' Carrying that heavy mothe f****r I was maybe 5 Or maybe 6 So what I'm tryin' to tell you Is I've been f**ing with hip-hop since the 80's b**h [Chorus x2] KRS-One spits like... Doug Fresh beat box like rhaaa And you know that kane spit like... And that's the reason game spit like... [Verse 1: KRS-One] Rappers don't like when KRS on tour Cause when I rhyme they wrist don't glist no more All you see is that dark ___? And these rappers promoting all this rape and war I'm ignorant when I'm on tour They say I'm down to irk? cause I put rappers brains on the floor You heard that song chicken noodle soup Thats what you head gon' look like in the back of your coupe Like some one threw up in your rear view After you battle KRS-One no ones ever gonna wanna hear you Notice the style of music you loose it I'll scald your face like them cats in Houston You know it's funny how you love to talk But still stuck in the hood I rose above New York I be in the Bronx eating pounds of kush? You're like a f*g in front of the p**y - beating around the bush [Chorus x2] [Verse 1: Big Daddy Kane] Hey yo You ain't got no other choice but to like it or love it When you see me with the game it's nothing like Michael Dougla** The black costa knowsta? He who got the mosta The toxic flows and yall' lames is not supposed ta I spit it clearly My styles the sh**terary? When I write about cats it's called obituaries I never f** with lame so don't bring that n***a near me I'm universal Your deafest jam is a subsidiary One question playa who want see There really somethin' real spit it two blunt leaf I locked down the East and opened new country And ran through the West when it was mostly 2-1-3 (chhhhh) Look om? I took one to Brook non? I look calm but I gotta enough hoods to start a crook farm? The guard? is in the buildin and yes problems When yall find chicks all I do is test drive em' [Chorus x2] [Doug E. Fresh (talking)] Uh, now let em tell yall' something See this whole thing came together in a special way, ya know what I mean A very very special way You just got the legends man, together And you just created...a whole nother' level Because on the real...game straight up talk...from an MC perspective B You are definitely...official, a legend and respected because you come from the heart And that's what a real MC do No matter what And this was all just one night in the studio man jus hanging out That's what we did Thats what happened And you know (beat boxing) This is real man (beat boxing) This is all day (beat boxing) This is hip hop (beat boxing) Til the very last drop uh And let me tell ya' the last thing, imma' tell ya' It's about original creation, from the heart See an MC Knows without Ever Tryin' to be somebody else Just do you thing And it will always work out (beat boxing) Do that easy (beat boxing) All right game that's it man