Put You On The Game lyrics

Artist	Game, The
Album(s)	The Documentary

Lyrics

[Intro-timbaland]
Go tim, go tim, go tim(do the crip wit me,oh)
Go tim, go tim, go tim(do the steak wit me,oh)
(La la laaa,la-la-la-la-la)
Go tim, go tim, go tim(do the walk wit me,oh)
(La la laaa, la-la-la-la-la)
Go tim, go tim, go-go 'head game
(La la laaa, la-la-la-la-la)

[Verse 1]
First things first (aftermath), the chronic is back
This is indo produced by timbo
Game ova, naw the n.w.a. chain choka
Is burnin rubber inside the range rova
Chain smokin, purple haze, this ain't anotha one of those
This the rebirth of dre, the rebirth of l.a.
The rebirth of hip-hop
Another memorial for makaveli and big pop
Hold up, timb stop
I said this anotha memorial for makaveli and big pap, g-g-g-g-g!
Young homie got shit locked, public enemy #1
Flava flav on the wristwatch
All black g-units, all black impala
Im a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo
50 cent know
I'm comptons most wanted when I'm ridin wit timbo

( Chorus )
Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that(oh!)
Show me where ya friends at we can flip that(oh-oh-oh!!!)
Lemme put you on the game(lemme put you on the game)
Lemme put you on the game(lemme put you on the game,oh! reburn!)
I show you where the bloods at where the crips at(oh!)
Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at(oh-oh-oh!!)
Lemme put you on the game(lemme put you on the game)
Lemme put you on the game(lemme put you on the game, reburn!)

[Verse 2]
I ain't got the west on my shoulda
Got the west in the backseat of the rova
Ridin on dubs, nigga I'm westcoastin
The next hova, from the home of the best doja
Makin all that racket, I got the u.s. open
Stunt on me I'll leave u wit ya chest open, vest broken
Hop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin, g-g-g-g-g!
I done paid my dues, n.w.a. is back
This is front page news
I got dre in the back, ridin on 22's
Bitches screamin 'let me ride', it must be the shoes
Red and black g6's red dot on the glock
I'm goin 3 times platinum dawg how do I stop?
I'm hot

( Chorus )

[Verse 3]
My unit is gorilla, fuck with my la familia
I will kill ya
I know that boy not familia(r)
But you got to feel em if the docta sealed em
(Is compton in the house?) without a doubt
I'm the rapper wit clout otha niggaz yap about
You know the one that introduced new york to the beach cruiser
Got em puttin red and blue strings in they g-units
Get groupie luv, tell em to keep movin
If I gotta problem wit a bitch, I let eve do it
Unless she got on a perla and I can see through it
I don't just let her ride I give her the keys to it
Me an' my bitch layed back in the coupe
I'm movin in the neighborhood I ain't passin through
I woulda been here after snoop, but I slowed down
And showed timbaland how to iron a khaki suit

( Chorus )

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