Da Game Lyrics

by Lost Boyz Lyrics

album Legal Drug Money Lyrics


Da Game
YO I NEEDS DOUGH YOU NEEDS DOUGH WE NEEDS DOUGH SO YO (X4
VERSE ONE (MR CHEEKS
PUT ON MY THINKIN CA
DONT KNOW TO RAP ABOUT THE NIGGAS GETTIN OUTTA STATE TRA
LIVIN DAT YO WHUTS UP BLAC
WELL ITS MY THIRD DAY HOME AND NOT A CENT TO MY NAM
NO JOBS THEY CLAIM IM BACK IN THE DRUG GAM
I NEED SOME MONEY IN A HURR
IM SINGIN MY BABY BOY TROY HE'LL BE TWO NEXT FEBRUAR
IM IN THE CRIB WIT MY MA
MY NIGGA VAN DA
AN WERE THINKIN OF AN OUTTA STATE PLAN PEEP I
MY MAN ROLLA DOUGHS FLYIN UP ON FRIDAY
HES BUY'N A HALF AN BOUNCIN BACK ON THE HIGHWA
NOW FRIDAY COMES MOMS IS BEEFIN CAUSE IM CURSI
SHE SMELLS CHEEB ON ME IMA WHOLE DIFFERENT PERSO
WELL I GUESS IM GOIN TA CHEE
SHE UNDERSTOOD THE CHA
NOW CALL ME WHEN YA GET THERE AN TELL ME WHERE YOU A
ALL RITE M
I CHECKED OUT ALL MY NIGGAS THEN WE JETTED
WIT FIFTY BALLS A PEICE BROUGHT A PEICE FOR UNLEADE
SMOKIN BLUNTS FORTY OUNCI
G AND P BOUNCI
THIS IS HOW WE D
WES THE LOST BOYZ CREW
CHORUS
WE IN THE GAME THE BITCHES THE MONEY THE CARS (X4
VERSE TWO (MR CHEEKS
DREAMS IN THE HEAD WE GONNA BLO
46 BALLS A PEICE AN EACH GOT AN
IN THE TRUNK PUN
WE BOUNCIN TO JAMAICA QUEENS FUN
AN INSIDE THE BLUNT 21 SKUN
WERE HEADED FOR THE BELLY AN WERE ENTERIN THE MOUT
NIGGAS IN THE HAT BLACK AN YO WE HEADED SOUT
NOW THAT DONT LOOK RIT
BUT LISTEN BLACK WE BE AIIGH
SMOKIN BLUNTS BY THE BOXES
GHETTO CHAMPAIGNE IS CHIL
STOP BACK THE FIRST BIT BOYS FOR GAS AN A MEA
NOW EVERYBODIES LOOKIN AT THE NIGGAS FROM NEW YOR
FIELD JACKETS ON AN THEY PEEP AS WE TAL
I SAY TO PRETTY LOU WELL LOOK A ROLLA DOUGHS HA
I WANT ONE OF THEM SHITS BY THE TIME I GETS BAC
WE GOT THE GAS ATE A MEAL ON THE ROAD ONCE AGAI
TALIQS ON THE BLUNT G AN P'S ON THE HEN
CHORU
VERSE THREE (MR CHEEKS
NOW WE REACHED THE DESTINATION 1 OCLOCK ON THE DO
WENT TO CHECK OUT THE SPOT
ITS RITE NEXT TO A LO
WE JUMPED OUT THE CAR WE GOT THE WHOLE TOWN STARI
AT THE NEW YORK CITY PLATES AN THE TOUGH SHIT WE WEARI
I GUESS IT ALL SEEMS THAT WE CAME TO CAUSE RACKE
MY NIGGAS IN THE ACK AN EACH GOT A FIELD JACKE
A WEEK DOWN THE LINE WE GOT SHIT ON THE BAL
EVERY SINGLE DAY WE GETTIN FRESH IN THE MAL
TROOPI
PLUS WE GOT THE CAR WASH MOVI
WE GETTIN OUR CONNECTS FROM A CUBAN NAMED RUBI
HANGIN OUTTA STAT
PO NINE IS A PEASAN
LIVIN IN THE PARK BUT IN THE PARK IT AINT SO PRESEN
CHORUS
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