Lyrics:
the DJ plays my song
Oh I belong
It’s killing me
So don’t play my song
(In the name of love)
(In the name of love)
So don’t play my song
(In the name
potential
No more not me I'm done
You don't belong to nobody
You don't belong to no one love
And I cannot be that somebody
I will never share my love
You
that stress for
Babygirl you can lean on me
Soakin’ wet in the bed
Legs by your head
Got you screamin’ out hell yea
(That head)
Got a nigga trippin’
I
teachers (ya heard!), Mr. K
All of the artists my fellow artist in the game that hold me down and help me out
Talib Kweli, (Mike Sanders), The Roots shout
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head
Five white girls but they not Spice
parted ways amicably
A few years ago "He
Raised me through the game" From the
Release of the first Flamers volume
It took Meek roughly two years to go
From
here me come
I won't stop, now tell me who you are
I bet you never met nobody like this before
Same game that he grew back from '64
I might rob from
free y'all I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln.
Fam' I don't know what they thinkin'
These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin'
I'm a boss not
the hell can you be?
But the good love that you're giving to me
It's a shame you've got to leave me, baby
You don't belong to me
And I don't belong
(No more games)
(Hey yo)
(No more games, 'cause game over!)
On the count of three transform, bezet mack DJ's,
Where through any hood, even
This goes out to DJ's B-boys
And Emcees all the world
This goes out to Pete Rock KRS
The Roots crew and A Tribe called Quest
This goes out to Black
motherfucker..
{*barking*} Turn me up some
{*more barking} Yo
{*barking*}
[Red imitates an old woman]
Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here?
me
He thinks that I don't know
That he thinks I'm fine
He thinks I don't know that he
Wants to blow my mind
When the hunter gets captured by the game
Tell 'em straight
What they say
Ain't mean a thing to me
Shoot the 3
Spalding
Air ball in the sea
Irony
Who needs a line to make sense
I can rap
fuckin HOG! Bitch, +The Game Belong to Me+
Dick ain't free, fuck a promo show
You ain't got fifty thousand cash, bitch, fuck the radio (bi)
Fuck BET
City, Qu-Quad City DJ, Woo-woo
Yeah, baby!
[Verse 2:]
Way deep down south, yo we play this game
It's them Quad City DJ's and yo, we call it the train
So,
goes one by one and two by two
She will say she has fallin' for you (Little games, little games)
She goes one by one and two by two
She will slowly
artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now when I say I'm complete;
That means I'm true to my game and my cap
And I refrain from bein played like a sap
And a bitch? No
breaking news
Who's this Boy Scout
Sleepin' on me snooze
I don't need your snobby roose
Here I'll open the door
Now get out of here
Rude
Pissed at the game
[Repeat: x4]
[DJ Quik]
Yo, I'm DJ Quik a player and a hustler too
So many girlies on my jock that I don't know what to do
I buy my jimmies by
I will never ever let you go, babe
let me hear you say
we both failed thinking love as game
and I'll not keep begging for you to stay
So I'll
the deep game, aquamini and Roc
Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
I guess It's DJ Clue
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the blue box
chop
Keep on working 24 in the glock
Made the deep game, aquamini and Roc
Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
I guess It's DJ Clue
Aquamini
when the DJ plays my song
Oh I belong
It’s killing me
So don’t play my song
(In the name of love)
(In the name of love)
So don’t play my song
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