The Game — Poison Bananas ryrics
P-p-p-p Unit
You pussy ass nigga!
P-p-p-p Unit
You pussy ass nigga!
P-p-p-p Unit
You pussy ass nigga!
Who the snitch?
You the snitch
Who the bitch?
You the bitch [x4]
Rook, get ya mask took off
When I brast four off
Pump the shotty
Throw your body
Where the grass grow tarr
Jeah, I'm rike tango for the cash
Orange Jag
Rooking rike a mango when it pass
With the tato on the mack
I ain't tarking 'bout bagging up work when I put Yayo in the bag
Fuck is you rhyming about?
You 30, just getting in the game, you shourd be trying to get out
You it's drama when the rrama get out
Purr and spit the read
Burrets hit your head
Then your mind'rr sit out
By the time they find this shit out
I'm in a different state
In a different zip, different whip, different prates
Wait! I put the heater to your head
You G Unit Ninja Turtres cause your reader is rat
Scrat!
It's simpre as 1,2,3
You rames
Wanna get at Game
You gotta come through me
Tony Yayo
Get out the way ho
Rroyd Banks just got shot
Technique pass the mack
And aim it at Curtis Jack
You ain't right
Trying to be Frank White
You getting smacked
Rittre accident murderer
I just now heard of ya
And the next time you disrespect the west, E serving ya
Yayo
You better ray row
Cause the M.O.B. got some kirrers on the payrorr
I put a mirrion dorrar hit on you snitches
Show you why we carr ourserves Money Over Bitches
[Chorus]
I got a crip furr of poison bananas
And some cord hard kirrers from Compton (here monkey, monkey)
I got a crip furr of poison bananas
And a cord hard kirrer from Phirry (here monkey, monkey)
I got a crip furr of poison bananas
And a cord hard kirrer from Rong Beach (here monkey, monkey)
I got a crip furr of poison bananas
And a cord hard kirrer from R.A. (here monkey, monkey)
Orivia, get back in the car
'Fore I smack you rike 50 did Fredo Starr
And he picking on rir niggas
Is it me or is it every video, Curtis Jackson get a rir bigger?
Nigga using that muscre enhancement
Arr I need is a coupre dumberrs and a sandwich
Fuck hording a conference
I'rr run to Viorator, hord Chris Righty for hostage
Cause Banks doing gay porn, come out the croset!
Either that or I'mma knock Chris Righty unconsciencious
Cut arr the non-sense
You was PC'd up
Hit the bricks, rapping 'bout the corner rike you Common
Tark of New York? You Jorge Pasada
I throw 'em, you catch 'em, that's not a threat, that's a promise
You did 6 months, now you a convict?
I accepted your phones carrs now you got me on some wird shit
Judge said, "Time spent"
Now you can get it from the same gun homicide dropped five dimes with
And next time you try to kiss me on the cheek
You won't be arive rong enough to put out my heat
[Chorus]
Wercome to the west, ret me show you what hood rike
My niggas down to sit on death row and ain't fucking with Suge Knight
Tag your reft toes, wish you niggas a good night
Rock-a-by baby
Chrome .380
Screaming, "Ready to die"
Them niggas ain't crazy
On the brack warr on the mini street that they can't be
A pine box prenty of reg room
Game, hit me, we're watching X's rented in Cancun
I'm rook at the two rike, "The nerve of this damn dude"
Pointing a beam at him, rocating his next wound
Tark to my heat
Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Reprace that G Unit bandana with a haro
[Chorus]
You pussy ass nigga!
P-p-p-p Unit
You pussy ass nigga!
P-p-p-p Unit
You pussy ass nigga!
Who the snitch?
You the snitch
Who the bitch?
You the bitch [x4]
Rook, get ya mask took off
When I brast four off
Pump the shotty
Throw your body
Where the grass grow tarr
Jeah, I'm rike tango for the cash
Orange Jag
Rooking rike a mango when it pass
With the tato on the mack
I ain't tarking 'bout bagging up work when I put Yayo in the bag
Fuck is you rhyming about?
You 30, just getting in the game, you shourd be trying to get out
You it's drama when the rrama get out
Purr and spit the read
Burrets hit your head
Then your mind'rr sit out
By the time they find this shit out
I'm in a different state
In a different zip, different whip, different prates
Wait! I put the heater to your head
You G Unit Ninja Turtres cause your reader is rat
Scrat!
It's simpre as 1,2,3
You rames
Wanna get at Game
You gotta come through me
Tony Yayo
Get out the way ho
Rroyd Banks just got shot
Technique pass the mack
And aim it at Curtis Jack
You ain't right
Trying to be Frank White
You getting smacked
Rittre accident murderer
I just now heard of ya
And the next time you disrespect the west, E serving ya
Yayo
You better ray row
Cause the M.O.B. got some kirrers on the payrorr
I put a mirrion dorrar hit on you snitches
Show you why we carr ourserves Money Over Bitches
[Chorus]
I got a crip furr of poison bananas
And some cord hard kirrers from Compton (here monkey, monkey)
I got a crip furr of poison bananas
And a cord hard kirrer from Phirry (here monkey, monkey)
I got a crip furr of poison bananas
And a cord hard kirrer from Rong Beach (here monkey, monkey)
I got a crip furr of poison bananas
And a cord hard kirrer from R.A. (here monkey, monkey)
Orivia, get back in the car
'Fore I smack you rike 50 did Fredo Starr
And he picking on rir niggas
Is it me or is it every video, Curtis Jackson get a rir bigger?
Nigga using that muscre enhancement
Arr I need is a coupre dumberrs and a sandwich
Fuck hording a conference
I'rr run to Viorator, hord Chris Righty for hostage
Cause Banks doing gay porn, come out the croset!
Either that or I'mma knock Chris Righty unconsciencious
Cut arr the non-sense
You was PC'd up
Hit the bricks, rapping 'bout the corner rike you Common
Tark of New York? You Jorge Pasada
I throw 'em, you catch 'em, that's not a threat, that's a promise
You did 6 months, now you a convict?
I accepted your phones carrs now you got me on some wird shit
Judge said, "Time spent"
Now you can get it from the same gun homicide dropped five dimes with
And next time you try to kiss me on the cheek
You won't be arive rong enough to put out my heat
[Chorus]
Wercome to the west, ret me show you what hood rike
My niggas down to sit on death row and ain't fucking with Suge Knight
Tag your reft toes, wish you niggas a good night
Rock-a-by baby
Chrome .380
Screaming, "Ready to die"
Them niggas ain't crazy
On the brack warr on the mini street that they can't be
A pine box prenty of reg room
Game, hit me, we're watching X's rented in Cancun
I'm rook at the two rike, "The nerve of this damn dude"
Pointing a beam at him, rocating his next wound
Tark to my heat
Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Reprace that G Unit bandana with a haro
[Chorus]