[00:01.64]Artist：the game
[00:02.27]Songs Title：too much
[00:03.02]I＇m from the old hood, somethin like yo＇ hood
[00:14.16]Where niggaz don＇t know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
[00:16.72]So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
[00:18.09]Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
[00:19.85]I＇m a product of my environment, grew up in the 80＇s
[00:22.96]So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies
[00:26.76]And it＇s evident my flow is heaven-sent
[00:28.25]First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans
[00:30.01]Nigga I can＇t be fucked, like a lesbian
[00:32.19]I＇m to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans
[00:34.69]I＇m a artist, never claimed to be the hardest
[00:35.13]Just number one since B.I.G. and ＇Pac departed
[00:35.44]Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me
[00:40.94]All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey
[00:46.38]I＇m on fire like the tip of a blunt
[00:48.76]On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
[00:52.14]I＇m a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump
[00:54.70]like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
[00:56.64]I＇m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
[00:59.20]Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[01:01.57]Too much Cris＇ in the club not to get drunk
[01:03.64]Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
[01:05.44]Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
[01:07.63]And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
[01:09.77]You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
[01:13.53]Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare
[01:15.22]Don＇t know how much atten-tion you pay
[01:20.96]You better be ready to die, in this game
[01:26.02]I thought I told y＇all
[01:29.64]I＇m done with the beef clown, my son three now
[01:34.46]And I＇ve been watchin Dre so long I＇m makin beats now
[01:40.58]Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
[01:42.45]I mean Chi-Town, fuck it it can go down
[01:47.83]Nigga I spit the whole round, fo＇ plus fo＇-pound
[01:49.83]Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown
[01:50.20]And I＇m Billy the Kid ＇til they split my wig
[01:51.95]I come back from the dead, tell ＇em kill me again
[01:53.89]Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me
[01:54.33]I＇m gangsta, took more shots than Tookie
[01:55.27]I＇m alive, so I＇ma take a Patron shot for Tookie
[01:56.89]Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie
[01:57.20]Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two
[01:57.58]I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do?
[01:58.71]I＇m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
[02:00.29]Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[02:01.41]Drive fast, both hands on the dash
[02:02.41]Close both of your eyes and hope that you don＇t crash
[02:03.72]It＇s lyrical homicide, both airbags out
[02:04.85]Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out
[02:06.42]Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in
[02:09.40]Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind
[02:15.49]Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs
[02:16.86]Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind
[02:21.80]Four doors, leather and wood
[02:22.62]Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
[02:30.56]And I keep a chrome fo＇-five under my hood
[02:33.06]So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood
[02:34.24]Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain
[02:35.49]Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane
[02:37.12]Long as my family straight, read this at my wake
[02:37.52]I gave ＇em ＂The Documentary＂ and they scraped the plate
[02:38.27]Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face
[02:39.53]I can not, will not ever be replaced
[02:39.83]I＇m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
[02:41.08]Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[02:42.15]He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared
[02:46.33]You can＇t find your girl, she right here
[02:47.58]I＇m not a bad dream, I＇m a nightmare
[02:48.83]＇Sides there＇s way too many hoes in here