Starang Wondah

Starang Wondah - The Game lyrics

rate me

[Intro]

[Just some regular talk]

[Verse 1]

I'm with a shorty, Benz looking sporty like Fila

I come on the block, they say my name like [???]

I step up, house niggas like Bob [Needle?]

What's up consul, rolling weed is like some shit

Word up, aint that Terry (aha), her man I used to run with

Came around the way she found out that I run shit (shit)

Word, I've heard that that chick be on some dumb shit

Her man got locked, and now she just another broke bitch

Eiyyo, she need to kill that

Allways talking about where Ville at, he still rap?

You know that I aint even try to feel that

But it aint nuttin yo, it's just the same old (same old, aha)

Stink ass hoes trying to get up in some rain clothes

And I've done fucked some strange hoes, inside of Range Roves

And I aint mad cuz it's just the way the fucking game goes

And even know I'm 20 deep, I'ma try to lay low

With niggas that's ready to kill as soon as I say so

And mothafuck all the others, but as long they know

That wherever Ville go, they go

From doing shows in Mexico, collect them pesos

To watchin Knicks and the Pacers in Conseco

I got access, now I'm on point like a cactus

Niggas try to flip on big Ville like a matress

Mag force, I'm bout to run this whole rap shit

It's tragic, yall niggas know what the fucking facts is

[Chorus 1]

Mothafucking game, some niggas rise

Some niggas fall in the game

Some niggas crawl in the game

Aint nobody you can call in the game

It's all in the mothafucking game

It's all in the game

Yo, some niggas rich, some niggas poor in the game

Some go through it all in the game

[Verse 2]

I hit Atlanta, met a dime chick named Samantha

A dancer, cats who crawling like a panther

She was a freak, Gentlemen's Club, four days a week

And even know I use to see her I would hardly ever speak

But I stayed and I watched, till there was no hoes left

And then I seen her up the Fresh, looking so so def

She had a tight Prada one-piece slit up the dress

And she only left with me cause I [???] with the chef

But if this hoe only knew I was from the projects

She woulda never left with me and got mixed up in the mess

Cuz, she walked outside, two steps from the Lex

And two niggas had a shootout and she got hit up in the chest

I had to get the fuck up out of there, I had to go to Rob's, rest

Lay down, smoke a spliff, it wasn't making no sense

And hell yeah I was mad at them niggas that have did it

But the most fuck up shit is that I didn't get to hit it

And that's fucked up that I got to go and deal with this

Now I'm back on the plane headed for [???] and Chris

Eiyyo, but what about the hoe that got shot? Fuck her!

You think I give a damn about a bitch? I aint a sucker (hahaha)

[Chorus 2]

It's a game

Some bitches smoke

Some bitches broke in the game

Some bitches choke in the game

A lota bitches cut throat in the game

Aint nobody you can quote in the game

Eiyyo, it's all in the game

Some bitches hope (hope)

Some bitches get dope in the game

A lot of bitches flow in the game

[Outro]

[Just some regular talk]

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