The Game

The Game - El Chapo

rate me


Granada I'm fallin under your spell


I'm am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God)

El Chapo, I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God) x 4


You know I get the kilos

Cincuenta por ciento

If you are not bilingual

Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore we run your ass down

Underground how I came out

Any nigga try to stop me let it hang out, let it bang, let it rain out

Yo soy el dios you adios nigga

(I am the God)

Seen a nigga chopped up on a Tuesday

While the club goin' up on a Tuesday

This is goons day, I can have Guadalupe

Come throw and knock Donald Trump out his tupee

Now look at his brains all on the sidewalk

And tuck the .38 and jump on my skywalker

And whew I'm a rolla

Shotgun, Claudia, ooh cholo

Only nigga walking throw

Sinaloa with the blower red

Chuck Taylors on and you know it when I show up

It's a squad full of killers, squad full of hittas

Squad full of niggas that'll pull up, let it bark on a nigga

Hundred 6 shots bark on a nigga

Street sweeper wet the whole block up, no Noah's Ark on a nigga

Got two Glock nine’s, two .45s, 2 Desert Eagles

And they fight together side by side

No juegues conmigo, tu sabes de mi, no tony montana

Amigos y kilos, mi casa es tu casa cuidado con el chico tu quieres

Tu que eres mi blanca yo tengo un berico

Ya te dije el juego y el fuego baila


Pinches policías [puto], jodiendo todo el día [cabrón]

que si ahora toda tu familia, o mi madre y mi tia



I'm on a private jet with El Chapo, feet up

Sippin' Tecate bout to land for the re-up

Fuck the Montanas, we ain't got em trackin' devices

The feds they be watchin' and see us

Niggas wanna see us? Check the IG

I'm in the Villa throwing blood up like an IV

Don't try me, Dej Loaf with the AK

600 million, 400 million from Dre Day, ah

Pablo Escobar in my hey-day, ah

Bringin off coke that's a payday, ah

On a private jet that's a mayday, ah

In South America on a vacay, ah

P on my snapback, choppin' grade-a, ah

None of these niggas ready for the melee, ah

Hundred cal make his body do the ney-ney

Leave a nigga face worse off than Shanaynay

I am the God, I've been telling you niggas

I got a bird and a chopper in the trunk

And a key I will sell it to niggas

We can screw it and chop it

Machetes on deck, I will sever you niggas

Behind these bars, some El Chapo

Motorcycle out the cell on you niggas

Pinches policías [puto], jodiendo todo el día [cabrón]

que si ahora toda tu familia, o mi madre y mi tia



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