DJ Jazzy Jeff, Pauly Yams, Baby Blak - For Da Love of Da Game lyrics

Represent the hip-hop and not the rap

I got love for the game
That's why I rhyme and always
Stay in the booth never lying to the people
Always telling the truth
I feel the bass in my chest
It give power to songs
Girl riffin' when I'm home about
The hours I'm gone
I can't help it, the studio where Paul be at
Tried to walk away from it
But it called me back
Forget my pride, tihs, I even quit my job
For the one that I love to work, music
Recognize that my heart has
Been spillin' my game
Pour my heart on a track and
Have you feeling my pain
Seen a lot of hard times
On the way to success when I'm mad
Writing a rhyme is my way to express
Lay back and fall deep in a verse
If I was out in the street
I'd probably lay sleep in a hearse
There's nothing like when you on
The mic tearin' a track
Then you come from out the booth
And start hearing it back
Everybody there love the sound (Lovin' it)
That's why they give you hugs and pounds
Now you know you were spittin' this
You got the whole room vibin' the same
You ain't doing the for watches and chains
You got love for the game

Love what you do and do what you love
(For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap, yo
Love what you do and do what you love
(For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap

For the love of the game
Only deal in dollars and change
Switch places from big faces, one in the same
With snares and kicks, prepared to mix
In the both 'til I'm dead, no roof on my head
Keep the tools in the shed
Got a place to stay
But a place to lay? That's what I
Deal with on a day-to day
Phone off, heat off, loan sharks, spaghetti
No meat balls at least y'all can eat, y'all
Feel my pain, on a cloudy day, feel my rain
No food, no drink, just hunger pains
Thinkin' every day who this chrome gon' kill
Smilin' in women face for a home-cooked meal
Right now I hate my life
But love the way I write, for real
I think I seen my death
Think I like bumming cheese from Jeff?
Pockets of my jeans on E and they seams on F
I'm a hard-working, all-nighter, ASCAP
SESAC songwriter worldwide, Dom P, raw rider
Feel my blood and tears
But my love or the drug
Got me loved and revered
From thugs for years, it's the game yo

Love what you do and do what you love
(For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap, yo
Love what you do and do what you love
(For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap

Yo, Blak
It seem like we both feeling the same
Remember when I walked away and you
Were still in the game? (Uh, huh)
That tihs was hot
I'm still feeling the flames
Plus you never forgot
Every other verse spillin' my name (Yo)
Chillin' with dames to wheel they Range
Chillin' their brain with game
If not, cousin, I'd be still on the train
Like you said, we ain't willing
To change, I'm feeling you, mane
Yams, see, family and we stick together
Shows overseas, spit together
No doubt, for the love of the game
We gonna keep staying the same
When you're not around laying your dame
Getting paper from a play in the lane
Keep heat for any hater that
Wanna test the rap and even more on the wax
So that Jeff could scratch i attest to that
Still walk with vest on back
Same ghetto, same whip, still stressed
Don't crack
Just wanna back y'all, nothin' less than that
Just want some cash
Cars and them records from Blak
It's just the game, yo, but whether or not
I still got love for hip-hop, it's the game

Love what you do and do what you love
(For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap, yo
Love what you do and do what you love
(For the love of the game)
Represent the hip-hop and not the rap