Chip-The Game/Young Epic

歌手 : The Game / Young Epic

专辑 : Born in the Bay (Clean Version)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:31

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TXT Chip-The Game/Young Epic 文本歌词

Chip - The Game

These niggaz wanna see me, 'cause of the way I shine

But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get your a** lay down

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

Funny how the world revolves around my click

'Cause just a year ago, ni**a ain't had sh*t

Me and my right hand share the same outfit

Which fuels the fire that I ear to game outwit

It's amazing the way that boy came up so quick

But that platinum niggaz will blow your brain out, sh*t

I'm the new ni**a the others can't stand

The rubber band man, be goddamned if I can

Let another ni**a feel my spot

If a ni**a steal from me, it's the steel I pop

I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill I'm not

Won't stop letting the steering wheel peel the block

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement

Nah, I ball it's the G-unit walking through the matrix

I'm signed to the doctor, I ain't got no patience

So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a face-lift

Magazines wanna know, where the f**k L.A. been

It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in

2001, I was playing my PlayStation

And I heard 9 shots I'm faced down with my heart pacing

All I could think about was I had my guns

And my drugs in the basement

It was either that or the state pen

I woke up of the coma, police waiting for a statement

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

Pass the w**d, let a ni**a get into his zone

Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam

But now I'm grown millionaires in my cell phone

A year past now God did and L gone

And I'm sick boy, chopping with the wrong click

To think about that, before I let the song stick

Uh, who's a limp? Please don't get me confused with him

'Cause I'm down to going all round lose or win

If I should die ride the jeep through the little bride

Every strip block the projects is on my side

A ghetto's gone by the hundred grand on my arm

Sick boxing never hundred grand on my charm, you broke, ni**a

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round