Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy All my fallen soldiers rest in peace Along wit 2Pac, Mausberg and Eazy-E Essays, Bloods, Crips and all the thugs And all my killa cali
looks like me Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm I mean that way out in Cali, niggas
Put your sets in the sky, cause this one is for you Keep on keepin it true, fuck haters and again Cause we don't play the game to say we play, we play
An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something I don't know. Like they playin with us, it's like a game It ain't nuttin' but a game
off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and Cali
You know me: Colleon, standin' four feet I'm to-tin' cannons, wearin' Rolies See, these lil' boys, they ain't really up on my game But once I run into
blow this bitch, Game press the detanator Fresh out of Georgia you heard I was back Turn off the radio, its a wrap [Verse 3: The Game] See I come from
was quittin' the game and tonight was my fling You see, on the streets they're players but only one king Now that's the title I held but the game is
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
it in, I get it up in da game I get it in, I get it in, I get it in, I get up in the thing. Get it Omarion Done wit them boys, boys, she done found
in I get it in, I get up in the game I get it in, I get it in I get it in, I get up in the thing Get it Done with them boys, 'cause she done found a
8 weeks Ain't nothing to me cause I am the streets Put my life on the line But I'm likely to grind I'm on top of the game Fuck if you like it or not
that, aye what about Langston trying to go to the power 106 games acting like your the new boyz and shit, The only thing your doing is acting like them other fake boys
whole damn staff I can see what you thinkin' (See) You know you want it as bad as I do Tell me what you drinkin' (Tell me) Pimp Juice? Oh, I got a case of that too And that shit stankin' (Stankin') Like Cali chronic for them L.A. boys
You make hit records and you still can't rap I said it before I'll say it again you don't believe me, ask your fans When I walked into Cali The place
the gangsta lean The real one, huh? What? The real one, huh, nigga, what? It's '98, playa, check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name
your boys aint here Who you roll with, 'cause that's bullshit You'll get your ass kicked fuckin wit' real thugs Playahatin you gets no love Run and get your boys
