[Dj Khaled] Ayo Game, what they do boy It's DJ Khaled I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6?s on I'm all about gettin' money I love glorifying my hard
Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum mah I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas Plays Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it) Luck and intuition
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick I wanna take a ride on your disco stick Let's have some fun, this beat is sick I wanna take a ride on your disco
Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out
feel the power lurking, baby girl? I think the spell is working, ah-oh Can you feel the power lurking, baby girl? I think the spell is working, oh You put a spell
[Lucy] I feel your fingers- Cold on my shoulder- Your chilling touch, As it runs down my spine- Watching your eyes As they invade my soul- Forbidden
Mama, you taught me to do the right things So now you have to let your baby fly You've given me everything that I will need To make it through this crazy
Oh Ohoohwooe Oooh Ooohhwooe Oh Ohoohwooe Oooh Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no Nobody wanna see us together But it don't matter no
It ain't about the rims on ma truck Ain't about the ice on ma watch Ain't about the coup on ma truck Baby, it's about the game Ride and low (Ride and
Little boy, six years old A little too used to being alone Another new mom and dad Another school, another house that'll never be home When people ask
Let?s have bizarre celebrations Let?s forget who forget what forget where We?ll have bizarre celebrations I?ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride
I should've known by the way you passed me by There was something in your eyes and it wasn't right I should've walked, but I never had the chance Everything
I play chicken with the train Play chicken with the train train Unh huh huh, unh huh huh You know that I play chicken with the train Play chicken with
Yeah, too many hardcore muthafuckas out here in this business Ain't gettin' their proper loot You know what I'm sayin'? Check the technique Everybody
This song is dedicated to my man Tupac Shakur, rest in peace Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace And all my other homies that have died In the madness called
Thanks to mart666@xxl.ee for these lyrics. Chorus: It's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin
I can't let you in pimpy! Players ball across the street! This is for hustlers only! ..I'mma tell you what you wanna do when I get out of jail, I'm gonna
