Mac Dre - Game lyrics

(feat. Mac Dre) [Mac Dre: Talking] Serving fat game that you'll never imagine Boy I can talk a cat off a fish wagon Or sell an Eskimo ice at a high price and get him twice Man I not that nice, and games my merchandise I grime rhymes like ba** rocks a "89" Lacing young playas getting ready for shady times No shady rhymes you're garented to love it And since I got so much of it, its gonna cost to dub it So get ya scrilla, ya fetti, ya scarth, and yo mail And holla at me folks, I got game for sale [Verse 1] Mothaf**as jock me cuz I'm dope when I be flowing s**as try to stop me, but im honking keep on going Im simply not the type that likes to kick it with a square I kick it with the b**h cuz filthy rich cuz im gone play here Time and time again man n***as always ask me Why do hoe's jock you when you spit raps so nasty I look them in the eye and I reply to the question Game is to be thought so let me teach yo a** a lesson b**hes love n***as who can pop a lot of sh** Sprung off the tongue so they jock for the dick I never met a broad who didn't like the way I laced her Poured this hoe some game and served this pimpin as a chaser Fools can't understand about the sh** I teach in a verse Rapping about that b**h and how she reached in her purse It takes a true playa to really recognize Its all about the money not the sh** between the thighs s**as love p**y more than money cuz they show it They eat it and retreat and they even pay for it I truly don't know why those fools be salting up the game Real n***as pimp but you don't here me man I know this mothaf**a who won't hesitate to hit a b**h A right to the jaw is what I saw when he got with his b**h Showing no mercy for those hoes who be flossing Acting like they all that when they only good for tossing I feel the same way about those b**hes that be faking Hoes ain't sh** unless they bringing home the bacon And if its like that then I act like I love the ho But when im not with her man I dicking down another ho Playas know that I flow is nothing but that real sh** f** those faking broads man get you a real b**h [Chorus] I don't be bull sh**ing with the game that im spittin So pay attention to this game that you getting Its kind of foul but some say wow But I be serving it real the only way I know how [Verse 2] As I put don't this demo know you when you I hear no s**a sh** out these lips but I bet you'll hear mo Styles and techniques sh** to catch freaks If ya lacking macking homeboy you best beat I serve it the right way, those broads who like Dre Im giving baby action if im thinking she might pay I might play, with the body and soul And have her doing every got damn thing she told I manipulate than stipulate The rules then I use every grip she makes Im a playa in this game but professional And if you ain't sh** b**h im going to let you know Then im gone let you go ho cuz I don't need ya Take them, break them, shake them Is a pimp's procedure Simps they feed ya be glad they g'd ya Im going to seet back and an*lyze and read ya Peeps potentials read percentiles Then run a player check on your freak condenses No time to play games with broads who say thangs Its realer and I tell the b**h the sh** the Dre brings Is realer then Swiss cheese Im out to get geez, if you ain't with it Punk b**h then get these nuts in your mouth No more no less You f**ing around with that pimp playa crest [Chorus] [Talking] Spittin that real sh** ya know Mac who Mac-mothaf**ing-Dre Crest Side, For my folks, my real folks Young Sugawolf-mothaf**ing-Pimp Im fresh out the mothaf**ing federalies And my folks is giving me love on this album I got to turn this out for you cudie I got to do this for you cudie Young Dubee you big ol' pimp you Love you folks Lets get rich, pimp a b**h And k** a mothaf**ing snitch