Recognize Game 歌词
| 歌曲 | Recognize Game |
| 歌手 | YoungStar |
| 专辑 | The Black Bossalini (aka Dr. Bomb from Da Bay) |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Banks, Green, Marrow, Shaw ... | |
| Ice-T Intro: | |
| Well alright. | |
| Spice 1 in the hiddouse (and Short Dawgs in the house bitch). | |
| WIth the L. | |
| A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) | |
| Yeah. (Peep game fool). | |
| Ant Banks at the crackhouse ha ha ha better recognize game when it's in your face bitch). | |
| Ice-T: It's obvious mad cash got me gassed | |
| Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos "Never lose" my motto since birth | |
| Double up knots and crack spots | |
| Snitches lead out by silence gun shots | |
| Map the area | |
| I wanted to cut the fuckin' cops a deal if they don't kneel, | |
| They get peeled | |
| Bitches recognize | |
| I never have no drama with death | |
| Bustas always try | |
| I leavin' 'em gagging spittin' up flem | |
| Take a pen make a mil and if this shit don't sell | |
| I still got the street powder back to flippin' flower | |
| South Central nigga what? | |
| The representer, damn your girl seen me comin' and ran | |
| Young enough to be my daughter | |
| My posse use to flip her like a quarter | |
| To state to my man for man slaughter | |
| Caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway | |
| Trunked the punk bitch (That's fair play) | |
| Hook: You've got the gangstas that | |
| I have tangled baby | |
| Bitch recognize game when it's in your face "Well alright ch'all" "ha ha ha" | |
| Too Short: | |
| You think the town rid of | |
| Short? You must be crazy, that silly shit you talkin' just don't faze me | |
| I could make a phone call and just like that | |
| A bunch of niggas from | |
| Oakland all on your back | |
| I've never been a shot caller just a nigga in a crew | |
| They call me | |
| Too Short but | |
| I'm still bigger than you bitch | |
| I been around you can take a turn but don't get burned | |
| I've seen the tables turn | |
| Marks turn into killers rich niggas go broke | |
| Use to be a wanna but now | |
| I'm old school | |
| Short In the game never had the stacks since age 14 | |
| I been spittin' these raps soakin' up the game up | |
| And even when | |
| I came up | |
| I fucked with same folks | |
| Still did the same stuff | |
| Bitch Short | |
| Dawgs in the house | |
| I know you want my dick cause it's all in your mouth | |
| Hook Spice 1: | |
| Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh ha) | |
| Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players (x2) | |
| Say what up to the | |
| S.P. crooked | |
| I.C.E. Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me | |
| Potna don't get it twisted up | |
| I got hollow tips extended clips | |
| Major chips lookin' at | |
| Eclipse jacussi dips | |
| Niggas step back | |
| I don't know you | |
| Don't get to close to me | |
| Some niggas ain't really the motherfucker they suppose to be | |
| Cloud killers don't aim until you shoot in the air | |
| Better put it down and brake some hoes off like a true player | |
| Phoney as three dollar bills niggas ain't recognizin' | |
| Fell in the relapse besides | |
| I'm a trauma a nigga | |
| Look in the eyes and when you see me | |
| I be hardcore | |
| What the fuck a real nigga gotta lie to kick it for? | |
| I'm tired of these bubblegum ass niggas throwin' monkey wrenches into the game | |
| And all the players and pimps feel my pain | |
| Hustlers maintainin' riches and keepin' presidentals | |
| Not artfical with fishin' niggas know | |
| I'm packin' missles | |
| Get me two | |
| Bentleys some houses | |
| Johnson jet skis | |
| Ballin' till | |
| I die nigga don't fuck with | |
| S.P.I. Hook |
| zuo ci : Banks, Green, Marrow, Shaw ... | |
| IceT Intro: | |
| Well alright. | |
| Spice 1 in the hiddouse and Short Dawgs in the house bitch. | |
| WIth the L. | |
| A. Players soldiers to the game you know? | |
| Yeah. Peep game fool. | |
| Ant Banks at the crackhouse ha ha ha better recognize game when it' s in your face bitch. | |
| IceT: It' s obvious mad cash got me gassed | |
| Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos " Never lose" my motto since birth | |
| Double up knots and crack spots | |
| Snitches lead out by silence gun shots | |
| Map the area | |
| I wanted to cut the fuckin' cops a deal if they don' t kneel, | |
| They get peeled | |
| Bitches recognize | |
| I never have no drama with death | |
| Bustas always try | |
| I leavin' ' em gagging spittin' up flem | |
| Take a pen make a mil and if this shit don' t sell | |
| I still got the street powder back to flippin' flower | |
| South Central nigga what? | |
| The representer, damn your girl seen me comin' and ran | |
| Young enough to be my daughter | |
| My posse use to flip her like a quarter | |
| To state to my man for man slaughter | |
| Caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway | |
| Trunked the punk bitch That' s fair play | |
| Hook: You' ve got the gangstas that | |
| I have tangled baby | |
| Bitch recognize game when it' s in your face " Well alright ch' all" " ha ha ha" | |
| Too Short: | |
| You think the town rid of | |
| Short? You must be crazy, that silly shit you talkin' just don' t faze me | |
| I could make a phone call and just like that | |
| A bunch of niggas from | |
| Oakland all on your back | |
| I' ve never been a shot caller just a nigga in a crew | |
| They call me | |
| Too Short but | |
| I' m still bigger than you bitch | |
| I been around you can take a turn but don' t get burned | |
| I' ve seen the tables turn | |
| Marks turn into killers rich niggas go broke | |
| Use to be a wanna but now | |
| I' m old school | |
| Short In the game never had the stacks since age 14 | |
| I been spittin' these raps soakin' up the game up | |
| And even when | |
| I came up | |
| I fucked with same folks | |
| Still did the same stuff | |
| Bitch Short | |
| Dawgs in the house | |
| I know you want my dick cause it' s all in your mouth | |
| Hook Spice 1: | |
| Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air uh ha | |
| Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players x2 | |
| Say what up to the | |
| S. P. crooked | |
| I. C. E. Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me | |
| Potna don' t get it twisted up | |
| I got hollow tips extended clips | |
| Major chips lookin' at | |
| Eclipse jacussi dips | |
| Niggas step back | |
| I don' t know you | |
| Don' t get to close to me | |
| Some niggas ain' t really the motherfucker they suppose to be | |
| Cloud killers don' t aim until you shoot in the air | |
| Better put it down and brake some hoes off like a true player | |
| Phoney as three dollar bills niggas ain' t recognizin' | |
| Fell in the relapse besides | |
| I' m a trauma a nigga | |
| Look in the eyes and when you see me | |
| I be hardcore | |
| What the fuck a real nigga gotta lie to kick it for? | |
| I' m tired of these bubblegum ass niggas throwin' monkey wrenches into the game | |
| And all the players and pimps feel my pain | |
| Hustlers maintainin' riches and keepin' presidentals | |
| Not artfical with fishin' niggas know | |
| I' m packin' missles | |
| Get me two | |
| Bentleys some houses | |
| Johnson jet skis | |
| Ballin' till | |
| I die nigga don' t fuck with | |
| S. P. I. Hook |
| zuò cí : Banks, Green, Marrow, Shaw ... | |
| IceT Intro: | |
| Well alright. | |
| Spice 1 in the hiddouse and Short Dawgs in the house bitch. | |
| WIth the L. | |
| A. Players soldiers to the game you know? | |
| Yeah. Peep game fool. | |
| Ant Banks at the crackhouse ha ha ha better recognize game when it' s in your face bitch. | |
| IceT: It' s obvious mad cash got me gassed | |
| Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos " Never lose" my motto since birth | |
| Double up knots and crack spots | |
| Snitches lead out by silence gun shots | |
| Map the area | |
| I wanted to cut the fuckin' cops a deal if they don' t kneel, | |
| They get peeled | |
| Bitches recognize | |
| I never have no drama with death | |
| Bustas always try | |
| I leavin' ' em gagging spittin' up flem | |
| Take a pen make a mil and if this shit don' t sell | |
| I still got the street powder back to flippin' flower | |
| South Central nigga what? | |
| The representer, damn your girl seen me comin' and ran | |
| Young enough to be my daughter | |
| My posse use to flip her like a quarter | |
| To state to my man for man slaughter | |
| Caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway | |
| Trunked the punk bitch That' s fair play | |
| Hook: You' ve got the gangstas that | |
| I have tangled baby | |
| Bitch recognize game when it' s in your face " Well alright ch' all" " ha ha ha" | |
| Too Short: | |
| You think the town rid of | |
| Short? You must be crazy, that silly shit you talkin' just don' t faze me | |
| I could make a phone call and just like that | |
| A bunch of niggas from | |
| Oakland all on your back | |
| I' ve never been a shot caller just a nigga in a crew | |
| They call me | |
| Too Short but | |
| I' m still bigger than you bitch | |
| I been around you can take a turn but don' t get burned | |
| I' ve seen the tables turn | |
| Marks turn into killers rich niggas go broke | |
| Use to be a wanna but now | |
| I' m old school | |
| Short In the game never had the stacks since age 14 | |
| I been spittin' these raps soakin' up the game up | |
| And even when | |
| I came up | |
| I fucked with same folks | |
| Still did the same stuff | |
| Bitch Short | |
| Dawgs in the house | |
| I know you want my dick cause it' s all in your mouth | |
| Hook Spice 1: | |
| Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air uh ha | |
| Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players x2 | |
| Say what up to the | |
| S. P. crooked | |
| I. C. E. Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me | |
| Potna don' t get it twisted up | |
| I got hollow tips extended clips | |
| Major chips lookin' at | |
| Eclipse jacussi dips | |
| Niggas step back | |
| I don' t know you | |
| Don' t get to close to me | |
| Some niggas ain' t really the motherfucker they suppose to be | |
| Cloud killers don' t aim until you shoot in the air | |
| Better put it down and brake some hoes off like a true player | |
| Phoney as three dollar bills niggas ain' t recognizin' | |
| Fell in the relapse besides | |
| I' m a trauma a nigga | |
| Look in the eyes and when you see me | |
| I be hardcore | |
| What the fuck a real nigga gotta lie to kick it for? | |
| I' m tired of these bubblegum ass niggas throwin' monkey wrenches into the game | |
| And all the players and pimps feel my pain | |
| Hustlers maintainin' riches and keepin' presidentals | |
| Not artfical with fishin' niggas know | |
| I' m packin' missles | |
| Get me two | |
| Bentleys some houses | |
| Johnson jet skis | |
| Ballin' till | |
| I die nigga don' t fuck with | |
| S. P. I. Hook |
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