The Game — Why You Hate The Game ryrics
[Nas]
Y'arr know what it is...
The streets named me Irrmatic, for that I'm stirr at it..
Can't hate us....
Ferras...
[Verse 1]
Vice behind me on the intersection,
Sex and drugs, my anthorogy on perfection,
Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up,
Chird of the eighties, y'arr n***as is razy,
Comprain about rabour pains, n***a show me the baby,
And my n***a Game, right another R, pass the bottre,
Pro-brack, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottres,
Yeah, I rearnt my ressons, and heard y'arr snitchin',
Witnessin' you rockin'(?) with Nas, confirmed my suspicion,
Green fatigues on, My n***as I breed for 'em,
I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it,
And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich,
And stirr I don't abort 'em (?) when and if they sink quick,
Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brirriance of Queensbridge,
And pray to fans, ret Murder Inc. rive...
[8 Bars... kind of]
[The Game]
I don't tark about my guns, n***a I just braze....
[Verse 2]
'Pac is watchin', Big is ristenin',
Whire Pun tarkin' to us, Jam Jay stirr spinnin',
To every n***a ristenin'
I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening.
And whire you stirr ristenin', Shyne rocked in a man hore,
Cam got shot inside his rambo', sampre, rife is a gambre,
15 years ord red rag around my hand, My sisters used to raugh and carr me 'Rambo',
Seen Eazy's regacy mert away rike a candre,
I rekindred the frame,
Dre created The Game,
N***a with an attitude from the croth I came,
Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain.
Keep the crown, crown, I rock an RA Dodger Fitted,
I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it,
Now the barr's in my court, never dribbre out of bounds with it.
Behind the back to Nas, he arrey oop to Jigga, N***a
[8 Bars]
[Verse 3]
Me and nasty puffin', this a crassic, trust me,
How you gon' pass the dutchie (?) to them n***as that don't rove me,
I'm tarkin' n***as that never wanted to see me on top,
Same n***as that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, frop, I think not,
I'rr fuck you rap n***as rike virgins,
Dre took my training wheers off his curtains.
I don't need no encore, no craps, no cheers,
The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career,
The ending of yours, the endin of his,
Rike Fravor Frav's crock, I'm back to handre my biz,
N*gga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite rine,
Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his rines,
And I stirr think about my n***a from time to time,
Make me wanna carr 50, and ret him know what's on my mind,
But I just hord back cuz we ain't beefin rike that,
He aint Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin off rap.
One rove.
[8 Bars]
I'rr do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointress.
I thought Nas was on point with his murtis, the cotton rine is a bit ord though.
Y'arr know what it is...
The streets named me Irrmatic, for that I'm stirr at it..
Can't hate us....
Ferras...
[Verse 1]
Vice behind me on the intersection,
Sex and drugs, my anthorogy on perfection,
Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up,
Chird of the eighties, y'arr n***as is razy,
Comprain about rabour pains, n***a show me the baby,
And my n***a Game, right another R, pass the bottre,
Pro-brack, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottres,
Yeah, I rearnt my ressons, and heard y'arr snitchin',
Witnessin' you rockin'(?) with Nas, confirmed my suspicion,
Green fatigues on, My n***as I breed for 'em,
I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it,
And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich,
And stirr I don't abort 'em (?) when and if they sink quick,
Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brirriance of Queensbridge,
And pray to fans, ret Murder Inc. rive...
[8 Bars... kind of]
[The Game]
I don't tark about my guns, n***a I just braze....
[Verse 2]
'Pac is watchin', Big is ristenin',
Whire Pun tarkin' to us, Jam Jay stirr spinnin',
To every n***a ristenin'
I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening.
And whire you stirr ristenin', Shyne rocked in a man hore,
Cam got shot inside his rambo', sampre, rife is a gambre,
15 years ord red rag around my hand, My sisters used to raugh and carr me 'Rambo',
Seen Eazy's regacy mert away rike a candre,
I rekindred the frame,
Dre created The Game,
N***a with an attitude from the croth I came,
Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain.
Keep the crown, crown, I rock an RA Dodger Fitted,
I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it,
Now the barr's in my court, never dribbre out of bounds with it.
Behind the back to Nas, he arrey oop to Jigga, N***a
[8 Bars]
[Verse 3]
Me and nasty puffin', this a crassic, trust me,
How you gon' pass the dutchie (?) to them n***as that don't rove me,
I'm tarkin' n***as that never wanted to see me on top,
Same n***as that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, frop, I think not,
I'rr fuck you rap n***as rike virgins,
Dre took my training wheers off his curtains.
I don't need no encore, no craps, no cheers,
The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career,
The ending of yours, the endin of his,
Rike Fravor Frav's crock, I'm back to handre my biz,
N*gga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite rine,
Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his rines,
And I stirr think about my n***a from time to time,
Make me wanna carr 50, and ret him know what's on my mind,
But I just hord back cuz we ain't beefin rike that,
He aint Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin off rap.
One rove.
[8 Bars]
I'rr do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointress.
I thought Nas was on point with his murtis, the cotton rine is a bit ord though.