The Game - Or Nah (German Version) lyrics

[Produced by Dre] [Intro: Too $hort] Don't fight the feelin' That's right, don't fight the feelin' [Interlude: Game] Say, my life is like a movie, n***a, f**in' every day f**in' every day, n***a, f**in' every day Say, my life is like a movie, n***a, f**in' every day Missionary, doggy style, n***a, f**in' every way, go [Verse 1: Game] I'm not the n***a you thought that That trickin', we off that, I hit that, no callback She ratchet, I like it, I hold it, she bite it She lick it and s** it, I f** it, he wife it No feelings for a ho that ain't my main thing My n***as on the same thing, all my n***as gang bang b**hes do choke, this is my boo Two C's on that bag but she throw a Piru And we off that Cîroc, she don't mind if I do Her girlfriend a thot, tell her hop in my coupé Tell her hop in my bed, tell her hop off my roof My baby-mama trippin' and that b**h can shoot but [Hook: Game] You gon' let me hit or nah? ("Can I get the dick or nah?") You gon' let me watch you strip or nah? ("Can a b**h get a fit or nah?") [Bridge: Eric Bellinger] Girl, once you get it, you got it forever Oh, nah, so let me hit it Girl, once you get it, you got it forever Oh, girl, so let me hit it [Verse 2: Eric Bellinger] If you let a n***a come through I'm give it to you better than you ever had it Girl, I promise, I'm a be the only thing you want to do Makin' you forgot about your n***as automatic, you already know I can f** you better, can we live together? [Verse 3: Problem] b**h a problem, b**h, you better follow me I give you this dick, you hit the lottery I know all the stars, astrology Last deposit f**ed up the whole economy Get that, spent twenty-ten, b**h-n***a Kush, piff in it, every white string infinite You different, last night, n***as picturin' Seven times, had a black chick tryin' white sh** Federline, I'm the future, real beef, I'll shoot you Walk-walk, no talk-talk, no sub and no woofers It's on, tell by my tone Real n***a call, better answer your phone [Hook + Bridge] [Verse 4: Kollegah] So viele Nieten im Biz machen auf Gees in dem Biz Es ist wie ihr Rückgrat - viel Wirbel um Nichts Und viele deutsche Rapper glauben, da** sie flowen Wo sind alle hin, tz, ich glaube, da** sie flohen Ich komm mit Haufen von Kanonen und tausenden Patronen Plus paar skrupelloser Gangster aus der Kaukasus-Region Bedroh' dich mit Winchesters Mein Waffenfetisch ist nicht mehr in den Griff zu kriegen wie ein verbogenes Springmesser Ich baller' Rapper ab, knall' dann deren s*uts Naja, was man halt alles als Gewaltverbrecher macht Doch hab' ich den Alltagsstress mal satt Besuch' ich dich auf Intensivstation und schalte etwas ab Du hast Liebeskummer, Kid, ich schiebe Nummern mit Deinem Girl, geb' ihr den co*k, wo sie nie genug von kriegt Roll' im Beamer rum und blick' beim Online-Banking nie Welche Zahl da Kontostand und welche IBAN-Nummer ist [Bridge] [Outro: Too $hort] Don't fight it baby Don't fight the feelin' You know a n***a tryna f** I like that b**h, teah, baby Your p**y wet? Take them panties off Don't fight it, let a n***a hit that sh** You like to f**, all these b**hes love f**in'