again Chorus: Crying game who wants to play / When all there are Are losers / And if you choose it You'll always lose it / The crying game Who wants to play / The crying game
again [Chorus:] Crying game who wants to play When all there are Are losers And if you choose it You'll always lose it The crying game Who wants to play The crying game
with this one i've seen him with that one But everything that they say is nothing but nonsense Can you feel it in my voice mami You're my heart my
dish? He ordered cheese eggs and grits, I had the swordfish What is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One
blame I tried like hell to sooth your soul by planting the facts inside your brain I never once lied to the game, the acceptance of not one black dude
I sing along to this one. [chorus] I never thought I would ever get this far, But I guess I was wrong, Work! Work! To me there's no such thing as giving
be home to you but to me it's foreign Even the matador don't pull the bull by the horns One man's enemy is another man's friend One man's poisons is
I cry when I'm at home 'cause I'm alone 24 years and grown with a future unknown My heart was torn from the pain of being back in the game But I'd rather
few lives to even the score My ace Boon, my sugar low, blood pressure high [Incomprehensible] Drinking and crying, two four seven my stomach in and out I know this one
dream I had an awesome dream People in the park playing games in the dark And what they played was a masquerade And from behind of walls of doubt A voice was crying
, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don
follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar Feel to moan but unlike before You discover that you'd just be One more person crying So
one time and we'd both fall asleep at the same midnight / If the towns we were in had all the same names we could see eye to eye baby loose the games
she's crying 'Cause it's heart-felt It's all about supply and demand It's all about me buying some land You folks just don't understand That uh It ain't no one
guitar and find his street corner somewhere There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one
the game played right "word up, word up" So me and my nigga pete rock Gon show y'all how to play the game right "get ready for the industry
Buck 65-Square 1 (Some mumblinga?¦) Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow It was the echoing voices of the old ones Through