to the s to the t to the o to the muthefuckin p.. dat means im chillin.. Chorus Aa aa aa aa aa aa aa "I'm chillin" (x 8) Verse 3 Errbody no wen da game
to the S to the T to the O to the muthafuckin P That means I'm Chillin' I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [x8] [The Game:] Everybody know when The Game
Traduction: The Game. Je suis Chillin '.
to the S to the T to the O to the muthafuckin P That means I'm Chillin' I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [x8] [The Game:] Everybody know when The Game in
For anybody askin' The game is over Ain't no touch like you That makes me wanna touch like you Nobody ever could handle this like you For anybody askin' The game
funny universe And what is something worse I do not serve In fear of such a curse Shallow be thy game 2000 years look in the mirror You play the game
ever been in love? (c'mon) Yeah... are you ready? (uhh) for somethin real? (Say what?) 'cause it can't be fake This ain't no game (c'mon) You gotta be
Step in the club like it ain't no thang (no thang) Sittin at the bar while I sip on dranks (on dranks) Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game (that game
the club like big O player [Chorus] [Verse 2:] She love the wanna come thru poppin' the swang The million dollar mexican he's at it agian She want me to take it to the top of the game
hatin' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church final Your funeral in an arena, you searchin' for fire Or titles, or tidal waves Tie the game
Fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame Famous, everybody wanna be famous Most people wanna just taste it Other people trynna just sneak in the VIP and chill
I shoulda listened when my friends told me so, I thought This would last, but I realized that your just a piece a ass I know your game chicks are all
'" Fake this and fake that got you feeling yourself? You can't be real with me, you ain't even real with yourself [Hook] [Verse 2:] Me and some fly girls chillin
Bushwick Sick East New York Walk The Brownsvile Grill Ill U See I Gota Fortgreen Lean Clinton Hill The Chill Red-Hook Look Man Aint No Shook Hands In
that didn't give a fuck, is dreamin' to bug you And goin through' extreme's just to plug you, who really changed? [Chorus] This game ain't change me
I do, the jury be drowned And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now The top on the 5 series be down And I'm chillin' where them
and I'mma close the casket I'm tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y'all I work hard in the game, the game's stressing me y'all All they
Its Los Snitches (Yes) (Yeah) (Yes) (Street Fam) Yeah L-O-S-O Lets Go I Sed Chillin On The Bentley Sittin On The Veinte Doses Moses Tryin To Get With
