Ol' Dirty Bastard - Play the Game lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Do we drop this? Play the game.. Do we drop this? Do we drop this? Do-do-do-do-do we drop this? [Chorus: Anesthesia w/ ad-libs] You say you wanna play the game And you wanna state your claim You're living in your life of fame And you wanna do ya tha-ang-ang [Grime] I got hoes to shake and doughs to make n***as act up and I've got bones to break I'm supposed to take what's mines so I do Mad f**ing a**, big cash and Lex Coupes The ice with the birds, the house in the suburbs Ace out-stated to Brook-nam, we laced out What's the point of beef when our sh** stay locked? We've got payroll cops and n***as that run the block More big stashes, chickens in the smashes Gigantic bottles, lies everlasting f** with the Grime and my mind is Zu You'll be hanging on the rope, n***a feel the clips See ya mans get f**ed up and stuffed with chips Now what? Can you taste the fifth to ya lips? Now it's time for setups, dramas, f**ing fed up All ya haters enter, mothaf**as get beret' up Come on! [Chorus] [Break x2: Anesthesia] You've been in this game for so long You know you've gotta move on [Mozart] I stay in the mix On the move so quick, the Sugar Shane miss Can't find me? I'm probably in the lobby, liming I'm smoking lime green spliffs the size of sugar cane sticks I hustle weed, stash in a hole in the wall While I'm outside looking for sales, holding the door Block hot like an oven would be (so what?) But I'ma do what I do 'til somebody puts stuff in me Put my wild life on TV like Discovery I roll for dolie, get bent like both knees Squatting to leave the whole building smokey I do the dew, don't drink soda Stay armed like the human shoulders Got you fooled thinking I'm innocent When I take right to the crime like it's made by intimates Ladies and gentlemen.. (Dirt McGirt!) [Chorus] [Break x2] [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Do we drop this sh**? Is it funky for you? Or is it madness? Is it real for you? Enough hits, party funky for you Stomp ya feet, makes it smell doo-doo Rap changes, ya a** on it Ol' Dirty mothaf**a, Dirt bring out no doubt [Buddha Monk] Eh-yo we don't want no problems, I ain't got nuts in my pants But I sure now got the steel that make you do it in any dance TV breaks critters We explained on them why the heat takes and dead beats someone's face You got a problem? Watch the nine solve it You don't think I'll pop him? Watch the nine pop, BOW! Nothing to lose as long as I'm rocking the tools Shocked for the fool, who said it couldn't happen to you? Eh-yo, Brook-lawn Chronicles shown on channel two Smoke Jones and he'll beat bones, laughing at you Pa** the punani 'pon the left hand side The nice dripping s**m left of the eye Now you gone, ya crew's gone, what went wrong? You said you some of the tough guys, ya so loose con [Chorus] [Break x2] [Outro: Buddha Monk (Ol' Dirty ba*tard)] (Roll back, roll back) play the game (Roll back, roll back) state ya claim (Roll back, roll back) (Roll back, roll back) (Roll back, roll back) so long (Roll back, roll back) move on (Roll back, roll back) so long (Dirt McGirt!.. Dirt McGirt!)