I'm Bout It movie - Game Tight lyrics

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Song by JT the Bigga Figga and the Fast One<br /><br>

[Chorus]<br>

Game tight with the shit we pop<br>

One love to real niggaz cause the game don't stop<br>

From the T-R-U to the D-P-Gs<br>

From the Firm to the Wu-Tang Clan for show see<br>

Know me fuck around with the mob for show<br>

Hit these funksters 3 times crazy and get low<br>

Cause everyday everyday fuck all that drama<br>

I hit the Bahamas for shows to get paid<br>

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[J.T. The Bigga Figga]<br>

Come on, ease on down, ease on down<br>

This funky tack the Fast One done layed down<br>

Sipping on Crown<br>

Royal, I done found a sick sound<br>

Smooth, but rough enough for the underground<br>

Now whose gone move the crowd like Mike Mike Jordan<br>

But I'm the type that others want to try and be like<br>

I recite and shines right with a cordless mic<br>

I comes tight with more air than a pair of Nike's<br>

I flows constantly sort of like a faucet<br>

Lyrical bully, with a bulldozer you couldn't pull me<br>

Now blow the douja with this type of shit I'm writing<br>

I'm smoking hash ready to clash like the titans<br>

Unforgettable like Natalie's remix of her father song<br>

I keep my vocals strong, high off the cheech and chong<br>

And when ya feel the dome<br>

Funny bone makes me tickle<br>

I comes colder than the north pole to freeze ya like an icecicle<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[The Fast One]<br>

Up early in the morning channel 42 on cable<br>

Pager going off up on my living room table<br>

Shaking dominoes with P the reason to stack some more cheese<br>

California breezing gets hected in drought season<br>

Every time I hit the lab, thinking bout o's<br>

With the D-O double D and the Figga you wouldn't know<br>

Cause the combination is tighter than 4 knots<br>

And you can here the ass cold knocking for 4 blocks<br>

And showstops ain't the thang to do<br>

County checking no disrespecting them boys in blue<br>

And you know I'm for black with green in my pockets<br>

Pass a note to the teller at the bank, so I can shock her<br>

See, every dollar we stacking is to the ceiling<br>

And after love making is for shaking the herbal healin<br>

And catching feelings is a no no<br>

Breaking more bitches and hitting switches in the low low<br>

Bounce and turn, like my homie Makaveli we ain't hard to find<br>

Hit a nigga with a drop trying to flip a dime<br>

And stacking papers is a daily routine<br>

Instead of dope fiends, serving versus teller machines<br>

And catching coke kings slipping at the docks at the bay<br>

Cause the shit dried up so he put g's on layaway<br>

And no mistakes, we lay them down for the stretch<br>

Without a shot and had a fully loaded mac<br>

On our way to the NYC we drop game<br>

With round trip tickets, we kick it on stolen planes<br>

And for the things that we can do for ya'll<br>

One love to 2Pac, Mr. C and Biggie Smalls<br>

And to all the soldiers in the game that we play<br>

From the Bronx to the LBC up to the Bay<br>

Cause everyday everyday fuck all that drama <br>

I hit the Bahamas for shows to get paid<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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