The Game - Eat your beats alive

Letras de Canciones | Artistas con t | The Game |

Eat your beats alive The Game

[JT] Three wheel motion around the corner on these niggaz mayne Smashin down the block, Charlie O beat in the deck Game, what it do? (What it do?) [The Game] They love the way a nigga hop them six-fours and shit The way I, push buttons make them Diablo doors lift The way I, stick and move, when I´m behind the wheel of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill The way I, peel back niggaz jerseys It ain´t your life, I´m just not a big fan of James Worthy So wait ´til I see y´all, I´m real surgical with the Ruger But you won´t catch my face on E.R. But you might catch them dudes from the ambulance Squattin on top of ya mans givin ´em each CPR Tryin to get ´em to "Breathe Again" like Toni Braxton Told y´all ´bout comin to Cali, with them phony accents Hollywood got movies, but it ain´t no actin So wear that bling to them awards like it ain´t no jackers We chain snatchers (twenty-fo´ seven) [Chorus: JT] When you´re on the West coast - eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive Fuckin with this cash - eat ya beats alive Cause it´s all about math - eat ya beats alive When you´re on the West coast - eat ya beats alive When ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive All about this cash - eat ya beats alive Nigga all about math - eat ya beats alive [The Game] It ain´t nuttin to spray you faggots Or have your moms get you a Burberry suit so you look good in that casket It´s [reversed] you faggots, desperado in tact June, Drago, The Game and D-Mac (holla) Come through in a grim reaper black Cadillac Seven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who he With the ugliest, flows, money hungriest Oh, the kid got hoes, you ain´t know? Head is never optional, get my whistle, blizzow Carry pistols, to your Sources and your Grammys Of course it´s that nigga that kick down doors And leave rooms filled with corpses, Jordan and bloody Air Forces To get my dough I come back like Air Jordan Same shot, lil´ older, still no nigga can hold him Stepped back, sold crack let the Compton streets mold him Big face said I could it, he´ll bet you a G [Chorus] [JT] See I´m the nigga with the most flow Figgaro from killer Cali, reppin Get Low, niggaz know Independent with my hustle Couldn´t give a fuck money or muscle it´s time to bubble West coast is the place where we holdin it down Bay area thuggin, they knowin it now I´m from the home of the Get Low, home of the get dough Home where they want mo´ so niggaz get they pistol Run up in yo´ back do´, lookin for the cheddar cheese Canary wristwatch on celebrities Diamond bezelled iced out with hella cheese And every fuckin link is like a masterpiece Catch ´em slippin comin out the Burger King Parkin lot project life, we like to spark a lot Better known as a bandit, niggaz cain´t stand it My whole block gets hard like granite [Chorus] [JT] Nigga Visitas: 343

Con 0 votos

Encontraste algun error en la letra? Por favor dinos! Asi podemos hacer una mejor web para ti!

Este sitio es parte de la red Publispain.com
Asistencia || Intercambio de Links || Datos Legales || Grupo Publispain
Las letras de canciones pertenecen a sus autores y se muestran aquí por motivos educativos.