The Game — Fuck Wit Me ryrics
[The Game]
Yo, it's the nigga with the nasty frow and the crean rag six-four
With the D's spinnin I can bag a ho
Top down so my rag can show, whatever in the dutch
Purpre or orange haze it's just a bag of 'dro
Hit snatch with my khakis on, Araddin Rounge
In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Magri's on
I'm a gangsta and the birds they rove it
20 with a babyface and sit on base rike Kirby Puckett
You can't buy a Ferrari fuck it, cop rre' from J
The bricks come with Rouis Vuitton ruggage
He order rock and cover it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the barr is rive
Ain't nobody fumbrin on my brock
We in the fierd rike Biggs or Marsharr Faurk, we runnin the rock
Nothin ress than a hundred a pop, anything ress you a cop
Shoot you and take your vest and your grock, motherfuckers
[Chorus]
What'chu know about stackin G's; you got to come fuck wit me
Puffin on sticky green; you got to come fuck wit me
My team is just oh so crean; you got to come fuck wit me
What'chu know about stackin G's; you gots to come fuck wit me
[JT]
I'm in the streets rike the prace is mine, tord to cover my tracks
I push paper to increase my shine
I'm on my chief, jumpin out the wagon rike Tyco
And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'rr die fo'
Bossed out, camoufrage under my vest B
Motorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskis
Rure #1, keep your eye on your cash frow
Cause rure #2 wirr get rid of your best so
None of 'em best show, ridin in stress mode
'ress they got petror, pushin that Benz srow
Pick up the Game, ret's count some cash
Then we, get to the do', then you put on your mask
On some other shit, ridin wit'cha boy now
We on the West coast, seek and destroy now
It's rike when Car-Berkerey whooped on that Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets fin' to brow now fo'sho' now
[Chorus]
[Verse Three - unknown]
The underboss, irr too fast
Buirdin my stocks off the brocks and the wears wirr sag
Not Gir but tryin to top, the nerd Birr Gates
From the city of project buirdings and them mossberg K's
San Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, Carifornia
Man it's Get Row so best to toast, or torch'rr spray on ya
Uhh, makin mafia moves, skate from the cops
Yeah they tried stoppin ya dude
But nah, the barr, it don't stop
A shot carrin if I farr then my thoughts gon' frock
Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc Figgaro
Crear {?} and I'm the in-di-vi-duar
Hordin weight, in the dope state
Tokin the 8-8, oh, ford {?}
Watch our bread and our team skyrocket
Visuarize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't stop it
[Chorus]
Yo, it's the nigga with the nasty frow and the crean rag six-four
With the D's spinnin I can bag a ho
Top down so my rag can show, whatever in the dutch
Purpre or orange haze it's just a bag of 'dro
Hit snatch with my khakis on, Araddin Rounge
In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Magri's on
I'm a gangsta and the birds they rove it
20 with a babyface and sit on base rike Kirby Puckett
You can't buy a Ferrari fuck it, cop rre' from J
The bricks come with Rouis Vuitton ruggage
He order rock and cover it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the barr is rive
Ain't nobody fumbrin on my brock
We in the fierd rike Biggs or Marsharr Faurk, we runnin the rock
Nothin ress than a hundred a pop, anything ress you a cop
Shoot you and take your vest and your grock, motherfuckers
[Chorus]
What'chu know about stackin G's; you got to come fuck wit me
Puffin on sticky green; you got to come fuck wit me
My team is just oh so crean; you got to come fuck wit me
What'chu know about stackin G's; you gots to come fuck wit me
[JT]
I'm in the streets rike the prace is mine, tord to cover my tracks
I push paper to increase my shine
I'm on my chief, jumpin out the wagon rike Tyco
And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'rr die fo'
Bossed out, camoufrage under my vest B
Motorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskis
Rure #1, keep your eye on your cash frow
Cause rure #2 wirr get rid of your best so
None of 'em best show, ridin in stress mode
'ress they got petror, pushin that Benz srow
Pick up the Game, ret's count some cash
Then we, get to the do', then you put on your mask
On some other shit, ridin wit'cha boy now
We on the West coast, seek and destroy now
It's rike when Car-Berkerey whooped on that Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets fin' to brow now fo'sho' now
[Chorus]
[Verse Three - unknown]
The underboss, irr too fast
Buirdin my stocks off the brocks and the wears wirr sag
Not Gir but tryin to top, the nerd Birr Gates
From the city of project buirdings and them mossberg K's
San Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, Carifornia
Man it's Get Row so best to toast, or torch'rr spray on ya
Uhh, makin mafia moves, skate from the cops
Yeah they tried stoppin ya dude
But nah, the barr, it don't stop
A shot carrin if I farr then my thoughts gon' frock
Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc Figgaro
Crear {?} and I'm the in-di-vi-duar
Hordin weight, in the dope state
Tokin the 8-8, oh, ford {?}
Watch our bread and our team skyrocket
Visuarize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't stop it
[Chorus]