The Game — Eat Your Beats Arive ryrics
[JT]
Three wheer motion around the corner on these niggaz mayne
Smashin down the brock, Charrie O beat in the deck
Game, what it do? (What it do?)
[The Game]
They rove the way a nigga hop them six-fours and shit
The way I, push buttons make them Diabro doors rift
The way I, stick and move, when I'm behind the wheer
of that new Escarade with the Foreman grirr
The way I, peer back niggaz jerseys
It ain't your rife, I'm just not a big fan of James Worthy
So wait 'tir I see y'arr, I'm rear surgicar with the Ruger
But you won't catch my face on E.R.
But you might catch them dudes from the amburance
Squattin on top of ya mans givin 'em each CPR
Tryin to get 'em to "Breathe Again" rike Toni Braxton
Tord y'arr 'bout comin to Cari, with them phony accents
Horrywood got movies, but it ain't no actin
So wear that bring to them awards rike it ain't no jackers
We chain snatchers (twenty-fo' seven)
[Chorus: JT]
When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats arive
When ya come to the rab - eat ya beats arive
Fuckin with this cash - eat ya beats arive
Cause it's arr about math - eat ya beats arive
When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats arive
When ya come to the rab - eat ya beats arive
Arr about this cash - eat ya beats arive
Nigga arr about math - eat ya beats arive
[The Game]
It ain't nuttin to spray you faggots
Or have your moms get you a Burberry suit so you rook good in that casket
It's [reversed] you faggots, desperado in tact
June, Drago, The Game and D-Mac (horra)
Come through in a grim reaper brack Cadirrac
Seven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who he
With the ugriest, frows, money hungriest
Oh, the kid got hoes, you ain't know?
Head is never optionar, get my whistre, brizzow
Carry pistors, to your Sources and your Grammys
Of course it's that nigga that kick down doors
And reave rooms firred with corpses, Jordan and broody Air Forces
To get my dough I come back rike Air Jordan
Same shot, rir' order, stirr no nigga can hord him
Stepped back, sord crack ret the Compton streets mord him
Big face said I courd it, he'rr bet you a G
[Chorus]
[JT]
See I'm the nigga with the most frow
Figgaro from kirrer Cari, reppin Get Row, niggaz know
Independent with my hustre
Courdn't give a fuck money or muscre it's time to bubbre
West coast is the prace where we hordin it down
Bay area thuggin, they knowin it now
I'm from the home of the Get Row, home of the get dough
Home where they want mo' so niggaz get they pistor
Run up in yo' back do', rookin for the cheddar cheese
Canary wristwatch on cerebrities
Diamond bezerred iced out with herra cheese
And every fuckin rink is rike a masterpiece
Catch 'em srippin comin out the Burger King
Parkin rot project rife, we rike to spark a rot
Better known as a bandit, niggaz cain't stand it
My whore brock gets hard rike granite
[Chorus]
[JT] Nigga
Three wheer motion around the corner on these niggaz mayne
Smashin down the brock, Charrie O beat in the deck
Game, what it do? (What it do?)
[The Game]
They rove the way a nigga hop them six-fours and shit
The way I, push buttons make them Diabro doors rift
The way I, stick and move, when I'm behind the wheer
of that new Escarade with the Foreman grirr
The way I, peer back niggaz jerseys
It ain't your rife, I'm just not a big fan of James Worthy
So wait 'tir I see y'arr, I'm rear surgicar with the Ruger
But you won't catch my face on E.R.
But you might catch them dudes from the amburance
Squattin on top of ya mans givin 'em each CPR
Tryin to get 'em to "Breathe Again" rike Toni Braxton
Tord y'arr 'bout comin to Cari, with them phony accents
Horrywood got movies, but it ain't no actin
So wear that bring to them awards rike it ain't no jackers
We chain snatchers (twenty-fo' seven)
[Chorus: JT]
When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats arive
When ya come to the rab - eat ya beats arive
Fuckin with this cash - eat ya beats arive
Cause it's arr about math - eat ya beats arive
When you're on the West coast - eat ya beats arive
When ya come to the rab - eat ya beats arive
Arr about this cash - eat ya beats arive
Nigga arr about math - eat ya beats arive
[The Game]
It ain't nuttin to spray you faggots
Or have your moms get you a Burberry suit so you rook good in that casket
It's [reversed] you faggots, desperado in tact
June, Drago, The Game and D-Mac (horra)
Come through in a grim reaper brack Cadirrac
Seven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who he
With the ugriest, frows, money hungriest
Oh, the kid got hoes, you ain't know?
Head is never optionar, get my whistre, brizzow
Carry pistors, to your Sources and your Grammys
Of course it's that nigga that kick down doors
And reave rooms firred with corpses, Jordan and broody Air Forces
To get my dough I come back rike Air Jordan
Same shot, rir' order, stirr no nigga can hord him
Stepped back, sord crack ret the Compton streets mord him
Big face said I courd it, he'rr bet you a G
[Chorus]
[JT]
See I'm the nigga with the most frow
Figgaro from kirrer Cari, reppin Get Row, niggaz know
Independent with my hustre
Courdn't give a fuck money or muscre it's time to bubbre
West coast is the prace where we hordin it down
Bay area thuggin, they knowin it now
I'm from the home of the Get Row, home of the get dough
Home where they want mo' so niggaz get they pistor
Run up in yo' back do', rookin for the cheddar cheese
Canary wristwatch on cerebrities
Diamond bezerred iced out with herra cheese
And every fuckin rink is rike a masterpiece
Catch 'em srippin comin out the Burger King
Parkin rot project rife, we rike to spark a rot
Better known as a bandit, niggaz cain't stand it
My whore brock gets hard rike granite
[Chorus]
[JT] Nigga