get ya game up [Chorus: B.G] Get ya game up Nigga get ya game up If it cost less than 10 then put that chain up Get ya game up Nigga get ya game up If
Vertaling: BG. Get Ya Game Up.
get ya game up [Chorus: B.G] Get ya game up Nigga get ya game up If it cost less than 10 then put that chain up Get ya game up Nigga get ya game up
don't really matter, we escape em with our paper "Hey ya", I'm on my Andre 3000 I'm all good now, a n-gga don't need no counseling Woke up in the room
Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut Young Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up
five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma, six zeros, dot zeros, here it go Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas, now we squared up Hold up Life's a game
expire, no pain (Heh, nuh-uh) I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first Racin' Porsches wit the beat swing vaul exhausters (Yeah) On the cover of ya
I get money and run with the richest men Knockin' at ya door it's Curry again Been down since the jump off begin You know who I am Don't get it all twisted up Get
side and keep their hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G. be flossin' jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, get
walk in the door Free yourself up get ya ass on the floor! Be a maniac! lose control (just lose control) GET NAKED!! Strip down to your soul! [Bridge
I'm playin the game boy (woo) I know the watch botherin ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah) [Chorus
walk on water? Nigga, talk shit and I'ma try to ignore ya Get disrespectful, I'ma have to come for ya But keep it gangsta wit me, now don't go get ya
to get a little workout Smoke out, drink up, now put ya bank up It's all on me I got a scenery to stank up Crank up the beat, raise up the heat I'm thrownin
soon expire, no pain (Heh, nuh,uh) I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first Racin' Porsches wit the big twin-valve exhausts (Yeah) On the cover of ya
'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank stack up Motherfuckers get
I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice Dice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissect Put you in a boilin' pot an' let your ass sweat 'Cos I rap on game
To make you get up and start to clap For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) Syndicate style More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file '79 the time I was inclined To get
G ya know I'm livin' rowdy rowdy (Snoop Dogg) Lemme clear my motherfuckin throat These niggas in the game is sticky as dope (oh no) No joke, even ya own
