No More Fun and Games Songtext
von The Game
No More Fun and Games Songtext
3 minutes, my nigga, y′all know what it is
Just Blaze!
(No more fun and games!)
Gangsta gangsta, that's already evident
Nigga Wit′ a Attitude, check check my residence
Whether I'm Crip or Blood, homie, that's irrelevant
I′m with the D.O.C., there′s nobody better than
The West coast felon when he on that lowrider bike pedalin'
Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin′ it
I'm wit′cha homie Doc Dre on the television
While these niggas movin' peanuts like a elephant
I move cars like spinnin′ rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga, I like bitches
Them half-and-half Alicia {Keys} dyke bitches
If the head right I might Air Nike bitches
Or put 'em on the track like Just Blaze
I look down on hoes and look up to Dre
′Cause ain′t
No more fun and games!
Gangsta, gangsta!
That's what they′re yellin'
It′s not about a salary, it's all about reality
I ain′t gotta tell you this but one mo' time
Leroy!
Now pay attention
I'm like Dre, Eazy, Cube, King Tee and Ren rolled in one
Used to move birdies ′til I put a hole in one
Nigga that thought I wasn′t holdin a gun
And tried to ride up on me like Afeni Shakur's only son
Dre told me he ain′t doin' Detox, this his only run
Ma$e comin back, and Hov, he done
I′m surrounded by legends, sittin' at the round table
I am The Game, and still niggas tryna play dude
I′m ruthless, I ain't talkin' ′bout the label
I′ll hook niggas up, and I don't mean free cable
I mean I′ll hook niggas up to them IV's
The same way Dre hooked me up to Iovine
I′m from the gutter, grew up in public housing
On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming
So if a nigga ever try to Jerry Heller me
Tell Dre put up a mill, cause that's what my bail′ll be
No more fun and games!
Gangsta, gangsta!
That's what they're yellin′
It′s not about a salary, it's all about reality
Nigga, I just came out the hole, I done did my time
Nigga, what you know about time?
3: The Game]
I′ve been rappin' for one year, one month, 17 days
13 hours, 28 minutes, then I met Dre
30 minutes after I bought the new Em
That was November 18th, 3:09 PM
Around the same time, "Wanksta" got it′s first spin
That was 32 weeks before they signed Rakim
Eight months, 13 days before I knew a Mike Len
And three years after Mason Betha turned his mic in
I started writin' 22 months and 20 weeks prior
To LeBron shakin′ Adidas for Nikes
I'm right here, six years after Randy Moss
Caught his first touchdown for the Vikings
Just one day, seven hours, 14 minutes
21 seconds before SoundScan got printed
Two platinum records 'fore I′m classified with Biggie
And two seconds before the song finish, yeah
Just Blaze!
(No more fun and games!)
Gangsta gangsta, that's already evident
Nigga Wit′ a Attitude, check check my residence
Whether I'm Crip or Blood, homie, that's irrelevant
I′m with the D.O.C., there′s nobody better than
The West coast felon when he on that lowrider bike pedalin'
Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin′ it
I'm wit′cha homie Doc Dre on the television
While these niggas movin' peanuts like a elephant
I move cars like spinnin′ rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga, I like bitches
Them half-and-half Alicia {Keys} dyke bitches
If the head right I might Air Nike bitches
Or put 'em on the track like Just Blaze
I look down on hoes and look up to Dre
′Cause ain′t
No more fun and games!
Gangsta, gangsta!
That's what they′re yellin'
It′s not about a salary, it's all about reality
I ain′t gotta tell you this but one mo' time
Leroy!
Now pay attention
I'm like Dre, Eazy, Cube, King Tee and Ren rolled in one
Used to move birdies ′til I put a hole in one
Nigga that thought I wasn′t holdin a gun
And tried to ride up on me like Afeni Shakur's only son
Dre told me he ain′t doin' Detox, this his only run
Ma$e comin back, and Hov, he done
I′m surrounded by legends, sittin' at the round table
I am The Game, and still niggas tryna play dude
I′m ruthless, I ain't talkin' ′bout the label
I′ll hook niggas up, and I don't mean free cable
I mean I′ll hook niggas up to them IV's
The same way Dre hooked me up to Iovine
I′m from the gutter, grew up in public housing
On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming
So if a nigga ever try to Jerry Heller me
Tell Dre put up a mill, cause that's what my bail′ll be
No more fun and games!
Gangsta, gangsta!
That's what they're yellin′
It′s not about a salary, it's all about reality
Nigga, I just came out the hole, I done did my time
Nigga, what you know about time?
3: The Game]
I′ve been rappin' for one year, one month, 17 days
13 hours, 28 minutes, then I met Dre
30 minutes after I bought the new Em
That was November 18th, 3:09 PM
Around the same time, "Wanksta" got it′s first spin
That was 32 weeks before they signed Rakim
Eight months, 13 days before I knew a Mike Len
And three years after Mason Betha turned his mic in
I started writin' 22 months and 20 weeks prior
To LeBron shakin′ Adidas for Nikes
I'm right here, six years after Randy Moss
Caught his first touchdown for the Vikings
Just one day, seven hours, 14 minutes
21 seconds before SoundScan got printed
Two platinum records 'fore I′m classified with Biggie
And two seconds before the song finish, yeah
Writer(s): O Jackson, Ralph Middlebrook, Vaughn De, Buddy Hank, Eric Wright, Roger Parker, Steven Arrington, Charles Carter, Lorenzo Patterson, Andre Young, Marvin Pierce, Justin Smith, Jayceon Taylor, Gregory Allen Webster, Marshall Jones, Andrew Noland, Norman Napier, Walter Morrison, Le Roy Bonner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
