Young Noble, The Game, Get Low Playaz - Exclusively lyrics
[Young Noble, The Game, Get Low Playaz - Exclusively lyrics]
Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G
Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be
They got us choppin up game
Through the fog and smoke
We came a long way but still
We got so far to go
Yeah I know I got 4 to go
So with these bars I flow
At a pace for the papes
I thank y'all should know
I lace it properly for property
It really ain't no stoppin me
And plus I'm tryin to get
My money on like Monopoly
Politickin economy
If I could be a made nigga
Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga
Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field
Deep with the skills for the bills
I got the million dollar mouthpiece
With no gold grill
I bring the thrill like Will Clark
I will bust I will spark
And flame in the booth
You blind you shoulda saw it when
I came in the booth
I serve the thunder
That shit that'll brang in the roof
My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches
Blow fast Swishers with my folks
Act vicious with my folks
Sav livin with my vo-cals
Outlaw like my nigga No-ble
Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel
There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up
Smash for the cash and respect so when
We mash niggaz give it up
I got no time for that fake shit
Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin
Even bitches thinkin they sick
So nigga basically the world is a ghetto
Play a nigga out his scratch
He gon' be twirled in a meadow
I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me
There's nothin you can do to me
My crew is deep and real
Niggaz rule the streets
Lace your Timbs, polish your gators
We like odds in Vegas
You can't ball then it's
Probably the haters
Can't breathe then it's
Probably the desert
If you a gangster or not
I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit
The more pain the more blood drain
He ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit
They know
If they came through everybody in
The X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these niggaz
On that "Cali Love" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too
Pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up like one time'll do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw
And King Boulevard
Pull it hard
Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit
But you can not lie and kick it
It's time for me to shine
Life on the grind
Life on the line
Feelin like I'm runnin out of time
It's now or never
Chasin this cheddar 'til things get better
These streets got me hungry as ever
Can't stop can't change
Young Sav stuck in the game
Everyday we gotta hustle and slang
Struggle and strain
To bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle
Organize the brains and muscle
You like Sammy did Gotti
Told 'em we kamikaze
Like those whiteboys ain't
Heedin the robbery
Told 'em we ride around in them
Cars on them big wheels
In the killing field makin 100 bills
On the P-700 Pirelli wheels
Marshall Faulk in to ball again in
This day to day scrimmage
'Bout the spinach this game is
Relentless where we livin
Niggaz'll 32 round ya
Kick you on the ground
After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya
Heckler & Koch ya
Got ya body bein scrutinized by
A flock of doctors
Still an unsolved mystery, statistically
History
A Get Low nigga victory by
Fuckin with my credibility
Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be
They got us choppin up game
Through the fog and smoke
We came a long way but still
We got so far to go
Yeah I know I got 4 to go
So with these bars I flow
At a pace for the papes
I thank y'all should know
I lace it properly for property
It really ain't no stoppin me
And plus I'm tryin to get
My money on like Monopoly
Politickin economy
If I could be a made nigga
Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga
Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field
Deep with the skills for the bills
I got the million dollar mouthpiece
With no gold grill
I bring the thrill like Will Clark
I will bust I will spark
And flame in the booth
You blind you shoulda saw it when
I came in the booth
I serve the thunder
That shit that'll brang in the roof
My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches
Blow fast Swishers with my folks
Act vicious with my folks
Sav livin with my vo-cals
Outlaw like my nigga No-ble
Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel
There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up
Smash for the cash and respect so when
We mash niggaz give it up
I got no time for that fake shit
Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin
Even bitches thinkin they sick
So nigga basically the world is a ghetto
Play a nigga out his scratch
He gon' be twirled in a meadow
I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me
There's nothin you can do to me
My crew is deep and real
Niggaz rule the streets
Lace your Timbs, polish your gators
We like odds in Vegas
You can't ball then it's
Probably the haters
Can't breathe then it's
Probably the desert
If you a gangster or not
I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit
The more pain the more blood drain
He ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit
They know
If they came through everybody in
The X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these niggaz
On that "Cali Love" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too
Pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up like one time'll do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw
And King Boulevard
Pull it hard
Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit
But you can not lie and kick it
It's time for me to shine
Life on the grind
Life on the line
Feelin like I'm runnin out of time
It's now or never
Chasin this cheddar 'til things get better
These streets got me hungry as ever
Can't stop can't change
Young Sav stuck in the game
Everyday we gotta hustle and slang
Struggle and strain
To bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle
Organize the brains and muscle
You like Sammy did Gotti
Told 'em we kamikaze
Like those whiteboys ain't
Heedin the robbery
Told 'em we ride around in them
Cars on them big wheels
In the killing field makin 100 bills
On the P-700 Pirelli wheels
Marshall Faulk in to ball again in
This day to day scrimmage
'Bout the spinach this game is
Relentless where we livin
Niggaz'll 32 round ya
Kick you on the ground
After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya
Heckler & Koch ya
Got ya body bein scrutinized by
A flock of doctors
Still an unsolved mystery, statistically
History
A Get Low nigga victory by
Fuckin with my credibility