Mac Dre, Baby Bash, C-Major, Miami the Most - Just a Touch of Game lyrics
[Mac Dre, Baby Bash, C-Major, Miami the Most - Just a Touch of Game lyrics]
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Do you remember 1984? ('84?)
Hubba rock, slangin' Y-A-Y-O (Yayo)
Cougnut 'Stangs, Mavs and Delts
(Mavs and Delts?)
Back when Sugar Ray had the belts (Uh)
Sidin' by the high', yokin' dumbly (Dumbly)
Task Force ran by Lou Montgomery
(Lou Montgomery?)
But things look different in '98 ('98)
Niggas tryna crack that CU safe
In 9-8, even if she's star
(Even if she's a star)
No bareback thrustin', got to wear that R uh
(Got to wear that R uh)
'Cause everybody's gettin' everybody
(Everybody)
Saw your baby mama at the house party
(House party)
She was hella loose, she had the goosе
D-Con dug first and I rode caboose
(Rode caboosе)
Niggas like us turn game to paper
(Game to paper)
On Sawyer, Leonard, Gateway, and Taper
(Gateway and Taper)
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Now I done took two hit's
And then I slid keyed
'Cause, I ain't been this fuckin' high
Since I hit the weed
But what a player need, I got chips and water
Nicks, dimes, twamps, eighths
Halfs and shouders
Man, fuck the rollers, they can suck the dick
I'm Playa Jay Tee, and yeah
The game is thick
I bumps a bitch quick, I be's from California
V-town, North Bay, all up on ya
Man, I gurp the shit all at once
I blow big zags and I fuck with blunts
Baby Beesh, call me Playboy Bash
I jack my dick when I count my cash
Big ass loot - oh, you ain't knowin'
The riders keep ridin' and
Them hoes keep hoein'
Uh, young Miami, on my left (Uh)
Goose that hutch 'til the ho goes deaf
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Mack the Knife, I've been deep in the game
(Well, lace these motherfuckers
'bout the life, mayne)
We live like hustlers, never been bustas
Old school 'Stangs, Chevelles, Novas
And Dusters and ain't really carin' they
Ain't who you not
It's time for farmers with the muster
To heat up the spot
Burnin' long rubber now I'm
Thinkin' 'bout hoes
Love to get pussy, blow out trannies and flow
I could get them drawers, Guess jeans and all
I ride different spots when
They makin' the call
Go to the liquor store to get 'em some drank
Zags for the dank, plus she filled up my tank
The feelin' is cool
'cause I'm cool with this feelin'
Will the Lord forgive for the
Drugs and cap peelin'?
Will it ever cease if it seems to increase?
While these triggers release
Left the seeds in the street
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Uh