the school" We'd walk around just knowing Everybody knew our names. The way we combed our hair And all the clothes we'd wear Were all a part Of one big game
rule the school" We'd walk around just knowing Everybody knew our names. The way we combed our hair And all the clothes we'd wear Were all a part Of one big game
second chance And get fucked in this biz without a kiss or a dance The game is to exploit young ghetto kids A straight pimp game and there ain't no shame
ain't with it Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A. South Central, I live life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy
some of me? You're on a mission Bad move, you end up missin [ ROUND 1: Randy Mac ] Let's get it straight for the '89 tip Randy Mac is clockin a stupid
way) We be thuggin' around my way This is how we play Every day it's the same old same Around my way Around my way Around my way Come around my way, my way
to talk about But you on that hoe shit Get the fuck outta my way They say they move down and side to side I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my
?m losin? my teeth But I?m tryin? to keep my grip And live to see one more day Without makin? any stupid slips You know I could have played the game
Money, Nigga you can't chocha, It's about to get real ugly, Amarosa, YM vultures, there ain't a family doper, We done changed the way the game looks,
But I'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me? I never sleep like my city when it's time to get this money Got game, spot game, so don't act
Every which way but the right way Yeah, yeah, yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You keep keep doing
hardcore like CB4 Biting, what you wanna be me for? It's your life, you wish it was a Too Short rap But you gots no game, and your bass ain't fat You
comes We made two hundred thousand in six months Sellin' tapes not cakes, cheques kept comin' Fuck buyin' boats, niggas makin' hundreds Legit, you think I'm stupid
goin' off then they was So, tell 'em hoes to fix they wig You see my stomach all round, my dick all big And my guns come mixed like Robin kids N O fuck
town You about to know me in a big way It's Moka O, the name that all the kids say Hey, I hope you know the game is in for a change You love me 'cuz
who's lost his way I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely Now he's getting all my kisses, stroking my loving That 'posed to be me but I was too stupid and stubborn
Christians praise the God, Rastas, they say Jah They find a way to rhyme with the pallet like fine wine And make you say ah, guess who's back? The game
