[Intro: Mac Dre]
Serving fat game that you couldn’t imagine
Boy I can talk a cat off a fish wagon
Or sell an Eskimo ice at a high price and get him twice
Mayne, I’m nuttin' nice, and games my merchandise
I grind rhymes like base rocks in '89
Lacin' young playas getting em ready for shady times
No shady rhymes, you're guaranteed to love it
And since I got much of it, it’s gonna cost to dub it
So get ya scrilla, ya fetti, ya scratch, and yo' mail
And holla at me folks, I got game for sale
[Verse 1]
Mothafuckas jock me 'cause I'm dope when I be flowin
Suckas try to stop me, but I honk and keep on going
I’m simply not the type who likes to kick it with a square
I kick it with the bitch who’s filthy rich 'cause I'm a player
Timе and time again, man, niggas always ask me
'Why do hoes jock you whеn you spit raps so nasty?'
I look them in the eye and I reply to the question:
'Game is to be taught so let me teach yo ass a lesson'
Bitches love niggas who can pop a lot of shit
Sprung on the tongue so they jock for the dick
I never met a broad that didn't like the way I lace her
Poured a hoe some game and served this pimpin as a chaser
Fools can't understand the shit I teach in a verse
Rapping about that bitch and how she reached in her purse
It takes a true playa to really recognize
It’s all about that money not the shit between the thighs
Suckas love pussy more than money and they show it
They eat it and mistreat it and they even pay for it
I truly don't know why them fools be salting up the game
Real niggas pimp but you don't hear me mayne
I know this mothafucka who won't hesitate to hit a bitch
A right to the jaw is what I saw when he got with his bitch
Showing no mercy for them hoes that be flossing
Acting like they all that when they only good for tossing
I feel the same way about them bitches that be faking
Hoes ain't shit unless they bringing home the bacon
And if it’s like that then I act like I love the hoe
But when I’m not with her, man, I’m dicking down another hoe
Playas know what I flow is nothin but that real shit
Fuck them fakin broads, man, get you a real bitch
Serving fat game that you couldn’t imagine
Boy I can talk a cat off a fish wagon
Or sell an Eskimo ice at a high price and get him twice
Mayne, I’m nuttin' nice, and games my merchandise
I grind rhymes like base rocks in '89
Lacin' young playas getting em ready for shady times
No shady rhymes, you're guaranteed to love it
And since I got much of it, it’s gonna cost to dub it
So get ya scrilla, ya fetti, ya scratch, and yo' mail
And holla at me folks, I got game for sale
[Verse 1]
Mothafuckas jock me 'cause I'm dope when I be flowin
Suckas try to stop me, but I honk and keep on going
I’m simply not the type who likes to kick it with a square
I kick it with the bitch who’s filthy rich 'cause I'm a player
Timе and time again, man, niggas always ask me
'Why do hoes jock you whеn you spit raps so nasty?'
I look them in the eye and I reply to the question:
'Game is to be taught so let me teach yo ass a lesson'
Bitches love niggas who can pop a lot of shit
Sprung on the tongue so they jock for the dick
I never met a broad that didn't like the way I lace her
Poured a hoe some game and served this pimpin as a chaser
Fools can't understand the shit I teach in a verse
Rapping about that bitch and how she reached in her purse
It takes a true playa to really recognize
It’s all about that money not the shit between the thighs
Suckas love pussy more than money and they show it
They eat it and mistreat it and they even pay for it
I truly don't know why them fools be salting up the game
Real niggas pimp but you don't hear me mayne
I know this mothafucka who won't hesitate to hit a bitch
A right to the jaw is what I saw when he got with his bitch
Showing no mercy for them hoes that be flossing
Acting like they all that when they only good for tossing
I feel the same way about them bitches that be faking
Hoes ain't shit unless they bringing home the bacon
And if it’s like that then I act like I love the hoe
But when I’m not with her, man, I’m dicking down another hoe
Playas know what I flow is nothin but that real shit
Fuck them fakin broads, man, get you a real bitch
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