It’s Not a Game Pete Rock & CL Smooth
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[Intro: Pete Rock]
It's not a game, it's not a game
It's not a game, it's not a game
It's not a game, it's not a game
It's not a game, it's not a game
OW
Here we go
Check it out, one two
It's not a game, y'all
So check it out
[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth]
Introducing the Mecca fusion, physical type of funk using
Carmel cruising brother, your latest lover smothered for deeper cover
Ass blown to breaks, individualized the fakes (Uh-huh)
Just because you're pouring syrup on this don't make it pancakes (Woo)
My vocal assaults kept bouncing many amounts that count slackness (Uh)
Pete Rock's sounds of blackness (Yeah)
The dark gauges the flavor I supply
Now it's do or die (Woo), others are rolling the chocolate thai
I rip holes in souls, then move flocks of foes in straight
The Devil will find a way to infiltrate (Say what?), never pray (Uh)
I hear the scandal that be cooped up in my town
So now we "gotta Get Away" like Bobby Brown (Damn)
The women will call it two letters that are instrumental
I focus my eyesight and run it down your genitals
Another dame when I tear it out the frame
Then Armageddon came, it's not a game, it's on
It's not a game, it's not a game
It's not a game, it's not a game
It's not a game, it's not a game
It's not a game, it's not a game
OW
Here we go
Check it out, one two
It's not a game, y'all
So check it out
[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth]
Introducing the Mecca fusion, physical type of funk using
Carmel cruising brother, your latest lover smothered for deeper cover
Ass blown to breaks, individualized the fakes (Uh-huh)
Just because you're pouring syrup on this don't make it pancakes (Woo)
My vocal assaults kept bouncing many amounts that count slackness (Uh)
Pete Rock's sounds of blackness (Yeah)
The dark gauges the flavor I supply
Now it's do or die (Woo), others are rolling the chocolate thai
I rip holes in souls, then move flocks of foes in straight
The Devil will find a way to infiltrate (Say what?), never pray (Uh)
I hear the scandal that be cooped up in my town
So now we "gotta Get Away" like Bobby Brown (Damn)
The women will call it two letters that are instrumental
I focus my eyesight and run it down your genitals
Another dame when I tear it out the frame
Then Armageddon came, it's not a game, it's on
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