The Game - Too Much lyrics
rate me(feat. Nate Dogg)
I'm from the old hood, something like yo' hood,
Where Niggaz don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good,
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady,
Send it to Houston in a grey Mercedes,
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's,
So that mean me, Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies,
And it's evident my flow is heaven sent,
My first LP on the same shelf as the veterans,
Nigga I can't be fucked…like a lesbian,
I'm the hip hop and cartoon is the Mexicans,
I'm an artist, never claimed to be the hardest,
Just number one since B-I-G and Pac departed,
Nate riding with me, Snoop riding with me,
All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey,
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt,
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month,
I'm a blood you can crip if you want, just let it bump,
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk,
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man,
Drugs in the in trunk man, call me the front man,
[Chorus:]
Too much criss in the club not too get drunk,
Too many bitches in the world not too fuck,
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up,
And too much bass in the trunk so let it bump,
[Nate Dogg:]
You look like he mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbing her by the arm, 'cus she stared,
Dunno how much it take, 'til you pay,
You better be ready to die, in this game,
[Verse 2:]
I thought I told ya'll I'm done with the beef clown, my son three now,
And I been watching Dre so long, I'm making beats now,
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town,
I mean Chi-town, fuck it, it can go down,
nigga I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo' pounds,
nigga this the wild wild west call it a "showdown",
And I'm "Billy the Kid" 'til they split my wig,
I come back from the dead tell 'em "Kill me again",
Put my head on the barrel, dare a ***** to shoot me,
I'm a gangsta more shots than "tookie",
Yeah I'm alive so Im'm a take a patron shot for "tookie",
Roll a California blunt and keep watching the movie,
Inspired by this gangbanging shit since I was two,
I brought the Westcoast back "What the fuck you do?",
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man,
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man,
[Chorus:]
Too much criss in the club not too get drunk,
Too many bitches in the world not too fuck,
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up,
And too much bass in the trunk so let it bump,
[Nate Dogg:]
You look like he mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbing her by the arm, 'cus she stared,
Dunno how much it take, 'til you pay,
You better be ready to die, in this game,
[Verse 3:]
Drive fast both hands on the dash,
Close both of ya eyes and hope that you don't crash,
Lyrical homicide both airbags out,
Roll the fucking windows down let the bass out,
Niggaz! Drop the top or whatever you in,
Bitches! Let ya ponytail blow in the wind,
Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs,
nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind,
Four doors, leather and wood,
Ride like I gotta horse stable under my hood,
And i keep a chrome .45 under my hood,
So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood,
Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearing their chain?
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas or Hurricane,
Long as my family straight, read this in my wake,
I gave 'em the Documentary and they scraped the plate,
20 magazine covers nigga look at his face,
I can not, will not ever be replaced,
'cus I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man,
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man,
[Chorus:]
Too much criss in the club not too get drunk,
Too many bitches in the world not too fuck,
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up,
And too much bass in the trunk so let it bump,
[Nate Dogg:]
You look like he mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbing her by the arm, 'cus she stared,
Dunno how much it take, 'til you pay,
You better be ready to die, in this game,
He beefing alotta shit, he look scared,
You can't find your girl, she right here,
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare,
Besides there's way too many hoes in here.
Thanks to Nano for correcting these lyrics
