Dope Game

The Game

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    (feat. Lil Wayne And The Clipse)

    Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin'
    I run it myself like a quarterback option
    I pitch her ten G's tell a bitch to go shoppin'
    She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper
    See niggas tryna kick it but no I don't play soccer
    I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker
    A package on the way you know my whip game proper
    And off of one key I see seventy thousand dollars
    Now I was shootin' dice smokin' on a joint
    I bet with Yo Gotti he hit five straight points
    We over here hustlin' we over here grindin'
    You rap about money and a nigga might sign you
    Rap about me and a nigga might find you
    Banana in your ass with your head right behind you
    Dope game bitch let his mama worry about him
    You could holla at me or Feat

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    As if he fuckin' come at us with real murder shit
    John Mohammed Lee Malvo when me and the kid split
    Surgical when I'm in a convertible state of mind
    Lock me in the pen watch the murder rate decline
    I'll do mine like Shyne soon as I hit the bricks
    You better have fake on that Bad Boy shit
    I got niggas that'll kidnap kids to get dough
    And dress up like SpongeBob in a six-four
    It's fucked up what they did so I'm on one knee
    God bless the brother of rich fo'
    Ain't no love lost I'm still Don sippin'
    Readin' the LA Times and Louis Vuitton slippin'
    Sittin' behind bars for the simple fact that the
    Hip Hop police is drivin' behind Scar's
    Air Force One's in the Bentley GT
    It's the reason I'm still rap's MVP

    Ugh.. so much glamour that I can't stand the
    Bright from the ice the chain xenon lamp ya
    Impression in your mind like a freeze-frame camera
    The white tee tight like you seen on Pampers
    What's under the couch probably free off santa
    Whatever it cost baby we got answers
    Line outside full of jojo dancers
    We Got It 4 Cheap that's the re-up anthem
    By far the coldest '06 Lotus
    Zero to sixty hokus-pokus
    The feds don't know so they stick they noses
    While we off the coast proposin' toast-es
    Hoes and mo' shit the family close-knit
    And deep like the who too you cockroaches
    Just like the flow the fo's ferocious
    I'll tuck you in homie buenas noches

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