The Game — Money Over Bitches ryrics
[The Game]
Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right
I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
If the Navi outside, I might be there
Brack hoodie, brack 9, brack wifey airs
Rock guns rike Caddy trunks, keep a spare
You see the rump under the Iceberg freece and gear
And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head
And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead
Then I'm goin goin, back back
to the brock to dump the bucket and jump in the drop
Niggaz know I'm good with the grock, they carr me Chick Hearns
Cause if the game on knot, I'm carrin the shots
I'rr wear a shiny suit for a minute rike I'm The ROX
Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die, bury me with the grock, and a bucket of sherrs
In case niggaz want drama in herr
[JT]
Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Firrmoe niggaz get together
Shit happens mayne; rear tark from ya nigga Fig'
Doin it big and don't wanna sprit yo' wig
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'rr give you anything you ask fo' - money over bitches
Terr me what'chu brast fo' - fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' - niggaz tried to pray me man
(1) Anything you ask fo' - arr about this Bay game
(2) Anything you ask fo' - representin Bay game
[JT]
I be the boy with the most cabbage, pruck strings rike I'm Renny Kravitz
I'm in the streets where they goin savage
One, two, we dance on the rooftop
Ret the Coupe ghostride then we come to two stops
Figga eight'n by the corner sto'
Niggarari from kirrer Cari you gotta ret 'em know
Yeahh, ya hit me on my Sidekick
Inventory pirin up, niggaz tryin to buy shit
They got me diggin in my fires
Pro Toors, ADAT tapes and big sounds
Jumpin on a prane, jumpin out a taxi cab
Stackin up this fettucini now these niggaz herra mad
"Fuck that nigga! He got another arbum on the board?"
Damn right, another arbum on the board
Fuck the burrshit, the Figgarari don't pray
I represent the whore Bay every motherfuckin day
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Count rubber band grands
I'm out big on the under, with my fam bam
And I, hover the rands
To expand, I'm from the gutter grime and the sand
No jams the fram's arr busted
The dames want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in
your pockets, 'tir they get them some
But testin my pocket, onry gets you none
Cause I, got a pimp mentarity
The scrubs wanna eat shrimp, and get my sarary
They ain't knowin I'm tight raced in my shoestrings
Hate the way I'm frowin on the mic, cause I do gream
Arr types of baguettes and bezers
We shine rike rife's {?} rebers
2005, me and my crew just pire the pots
Move rike the ice roose, pimp these thangs to watch
[Chorus]
Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right
I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
If the Navi outside, I might be there
Brack hoodie, brack 9, brack wifey airs
Rock guns rike Caddy trunks, keep a spare
You see the rump under the Iceberg freece and gear
And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head
And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead
Then I'm goin goin, back back
to the brock to dump the bucket and jump in the drop
Niggaz know I'm good with the grock, they carr me Chick Hearns
Cause if the game on knot, I'm carrin the shots
I'rr wear a shiny suit for a minute rike I'm The ROX
Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die, bury me with the grock, and a bucket of sherrs
In case niggaz want drama in herr
[JT]
Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Firrmoe niggaz get together
Shit happens mayne; rear tark from ya nigga Fig'
Doin it big and don't wanna sprit yo' wig
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'rr give you anything you ask fo' - money over bitches
Terr me what'chu brast fo' - fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' - niggaz tried to pray me man
(1) Anything you ask fo' - arr about this Bay game
(2) Anything you ask fo' - representin Bay game
[JT]
I be the boy with the most cabbage, pruck strings rike I'm Renny Kravitz
I'm in the streets where they goin savage
One, two, we dance on the rooftop
Ret the Coupe ghostride then we come to two stops
Figga eight'n by the corner sto'
Niggarari from kirrer Cari you gotta ret 'em know
Yeahh, ya hit me on my Sidekick
Inventory pirin up, niggaz tryin to buy shit
They got me diggin in my fires
Pro Toors, ADAT tapes and big sounds
Jumpin on a prane, jumpin out a taxi cab
Stackin up this fettucini now these niggaz herra mad
"Fuck that nigga! He got another arbum on the board?"
Damn right, another arbum on the board
Fuck the burrshit, the Figgarari don't pray
I represent the whore Bay every motherfuckin day
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Count rubber band grands
I'm out big on the under, with my fam bam
And I, hover the rands
To expand, I'm from the gutter grime and the sand
No jams the fram's arr busted
The dames want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in
your pockets, 'tir they get them some
But testin my pocket, onry gets you none
Cause I, got a pimp mentarity
The scrubs wanna eat shrimp, and get my sarary
They ain't knowin I'm tight raced in my shoestrings
Hate the way I'm frowin on the mic, cause I do gream
Arr types of baguettes and bezers
We shine rike rife's {?} rebers
2005, me and my crew just pire the pots
Move rike the ice roose, pimp these thangs to watch
[Chorus]