RASHEED - Game Tight

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(feat. Lay Lo, Low-G)

[Verse 1: Max Mannili]

Nigga I'ma hustla by nature not by law

Trick suck a Lay Lo ass nigga

Put my dick in ya jaw

I play it raw

Got a lifetime of game from my Pa

Can make the ground shake beatin up in my car

For shhhh

I'ma do my thang till I can't no mo

And tell them hoes like Low bitch you already know

Max and Von go together like D's and V's

And went from Z"s to ki's

On the block wit the G's

A young nigga so cold I make the microphone freeze

I hit my lick in threes

You know stackin my cheese

Fuck for ssshhheeezz

Let me tell you bout this Lay Lo crushed out shit

The only niggas wit dat thirty-two ounce shit

That make yo titties bouce shit

To give Mannili some score and ride yo dog ass clean the hell out shit

Then I'ma stretch my hustle out like elastic

SO fuck goin for broke at the Bayou Classic

Cause in early ninety-nine

Shit got drastic

Buster still owe me feddi

And he gone end up with his ass kicked

Late ninety-nine

Niggas started rappin like me

But in two G

C gone come up off my samplin fee

[Chorus: Max Mannili]

Cause I'ma nigga that's so tight game tight

Ya holla fo me say my name right name right

I do my hustlin on my block my block

And kill that beef shit wit my glock non stop

Don't fuck around nigga

So tight game tight

Ya holla fo me say my name right name right

I do my hustlin on my block my block

And kill that beef shit wit my glock non stop

Don't fuck around nigga

[Verse 2: J-Von and Low-G]

Well let me tell you bout them Lay Lo boys

They stay crushin

All night and all day hustlin

It's plain to see we straight thuggin

But don't say nuthin

I aint tryin to blow my calm state

We just blazed the el grande

Blige of Ganja

Some atomic bombay

Me, Rasheed, Hap, and Low-G watch out fo the po p's

Smoke black by the ways to snatch mo cheese

We still Low-G

We still duck off layin low key

Shippin that D from 225 to siete, uno, three

Man you know me maan I'm J-Von

Crack necks like pecans

Sewin up the whole south region

Totin a fire arm in each palm

Tellin em bring the beef on

Better not be home

Ya never see us

We touch ya sleepin and cut ya breathin supply

Disrespect and ya die

Do what I do to get by

Hoes still think that my shit shy

Strap a nine and lets ride

Do the job and survive

Then hall ass back to the Dope House

Count cheese and get high


Si mon

Es el pelom de Houston

Max Mannili, Rasheed, and my nigga J-Von

Didn't I tell you just to leave my ass alone

No hai perdon

Rippin your heart wit the microphone


Yo te dedico esta cancion.

Y ya no llores si estoy laqueado

En la prison

Dia dia

Y ano ano

Si tusupireras


Y no medigas que no


[Verse 3: Rasheed]

We in that Lay Lo Lay Lo

Gotta get dat mudafuckin papo papo

That's how the game go

Low-G Low-G

My partna know me know me

Keep it real mudafucka show me

It's ya boy Rasheed Rasheed

Blazin da bong weed

Let me proceed let me proceed

Oh yes indeed

Because I got it

Nigga got it

Betta get that million dolla platinum earing

Ugh ha ha ha ha ha ha

I'm wit da South Park South Park

Talkin bout dat Mexican

Happy P Happy P

Don't want no plexican

Big B

Put it down for all the engineering

Break it down break it down

What you people are hearin

Currency currency

Gotta get that cash flow cash flow

Like my homie Fidel Castro Castro

Keep it real for the new millenium llinium

Fuck wit me then we'll bury em


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