him quiver I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame But I ain't the one to get fucked in the game Fucked in the game A to the muthafuckin' Z so
Traduction: Spice 1. Fucked In The Game.
steel make him quiver I got love for my jammie, it's a damn shame But I ain't the one to get fucked in the game Fucked in the game [VERSE 2] A to the
(feat. Pimp C, Spice 1 & Vicious) [Pimp C:] Uh, the damn place made me crazy I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my bitch and my babies
honey, sugar and spice (Right.) Told her my name was Brother Marquis You know my reputation, hoe, I'm just a freak She said, Marquis, I know your game
whooped tickets I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking weed I get the cash and dash and never learn to read So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya
Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for Collaboration, c'mon now Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon [Verse 1 - Eightball
gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California
That I Lay Will Turn This Fucking Boof Into Pompai Now What Will I Do In Broad Day Turn Broadway Into A Hallway Motherfuckers Wanna Know The Hurbs and Spices
the finest clothes And your grill is shining As you're driving down the street of gold But you can't blame me if I set dis stage on fire [Verse 1:] Mama
Verse 1: Revolutionary, scary Thought provoking, spoken, Words of a chain I don't feel but I see, visions from me at twenty three making us free in
i was gone where i'm gone go I run dis mutha fucker I'm the spice in da gumbo I'm bout my fuckin paper man dats all I fuckin want more U gone gets wats
And now they callin' on the government To try and make somebody quiet For the bullshit they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun
that was right there, When I had a couple ends No Fuckin Benz, No Fuckin House , Just a fucking Couch, So shut Yo Fuckin Mouth, Before I zip it up, Say Fuck Rap Fuck
the set, who did I see? A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his head And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should
game, bitch pray when the bullets rain, fuck the fame Come on [Chorus x3] [Abel talking] Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane. American Meat, '99 nigga. Any nigga that fuck
