Lyrics:
to the wall
ain't no fun like a game of hardball
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, ooh I got you out
Without
Montana
Hit hard like Ronnie Lott, blowin up your spot
Come across the middle, bet I'll solve your riddle
Cheater's justice cattle prod I inject with
Pure
(All I want is you, the one I want)
(All I want is you, the one I want)
What type of games is being played? How's it going down?
It's on 'til it's
it
Tell me what you know about me (Huh)
F.R.E.A.K that’s me (that’s me)
Ima bend it over, put this ass in your face
Ima make it wiggle then ask how it
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon' be alright
Yea yea
me
While working my tan looked down the cliff to see
A line of black and whites dropped by a yellow jersey
Called Uncle Arnie said,
What's going
The name of the game, it's not about money
It's not about fame you are what you are
That's the name of the game
Hook your feeling up to a power
with some game man
Gotta keep your game tight if ya want to make it man
Simply Dre':
If it don't make dollars, don't make sense
I'm just a playa
threw that Reggie bar in the pool?
Ronnie, Sally, Bobby and Mike
It's my pool party, we'll do what we like!
[Chorus]
There's no pool at my school
(All I want is you, the one I want)
(All I want is you, the one I want)
What type of games is being played? How's it going down?
It's on 'til it's
get and go
Off the dome monochrome both her titties dipped in chrome
One one six yeah that's home village bitch game of thrones
Creatine blood with
"For real.
Everybody's a star, everybody shine
("Shine. Shine. Shine")
Follow your heart and not mankind.
("Kind. Kind. Kind")
For real, for
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Time goes by and makes me
Wonder what I'm here for
I'm waiting for a sign or
Someone to open the door
At times my life seems at an error
the 30 in this bitch and I'm thuggin in your section
Try to catch a rap nigga shoot em in his session
When Ronnie died, he was blazing was a Blessin
Jay
the chamber Ronnie Barker, cos it's open all hours
Step to my gun as I'm downtown amblin',
You'll get the nine fast, like a Countdown champion
Gun to your face,
what I'm keeping
I feel trapped but I wish you well
The melting pot, it's got me steeping
014, I was at your door
Scuffed up kicks, with the ripped up
hard for so long
What's your game plan man? what you gonna do fam?
Keep on grinding hard and stay strong
What you gonna do fam? what's your game plan
retreat into advance"
What Roosevelt sketched out in his
Speech is the knife’s edge
That separates failure from success in
Life that edge is your attitude
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
me free
DoorDash it I don't go on dates, put dick in her stomach and face
Out in LA makin' plays, they welcomed me I overstayed
Ronnie Coleman I'm
got the game on lock
i aint even ever stoppedd
you was chillong eith your pops
i was pulling on my socks
i cant be stopped
i cant be stopped
i cant be
strings attached
Just scratches on your back, what? (Fuck, me)
Ex's ain't acting right, and you so glad to fight
Dinner's by candlelight, say it (make
kinda insane, like)
Marcus got jumped real bad
Stoney Bear shit, not talking about Ash
Fuck you and Ronnie, Congrats to your baby, Amani
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