CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Just a Touch of Game
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Do you remember 1984? ('84?)
Hubba rock, slangin' Y-A-Y-O (Yayo)
Cougnut 'Stangs, Mavs and Delts (Mavs and Delts?)
Back when Sugar Ray had the belts (Uh)
Sidin' by the high', yokin' dumbly (Dumbly)
Task Force ran by Lou Montgomery (Lou Montgomery?)
But things look different in '98 ('98)
n***as tryna crack that C.U. safe
In 9-8, even if she's star (Even if she's a star)
No bareback thrustin', got to wear that R-uh (Got to wear that R-uh)
'Cause everybody's gettin' everybody (Everybody)
Saw your baby mama at the house party (House party)
She was hella loose, she had the goosе
D-Con dug first and I rode caboose (Rode caboosе)
n***as like us turn game to paper (Game to paper)
On Sawyer, Leonard, Gateway, and Taper (Gateway and Taper)
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Now I done took two hits and then I slid keyed
'Cause I ain't been this f**kin' high since I hit the weed
But what a player need, I got chips and water
Nicks, dimes, twamps, eighths, halfs and shouders
Man, f**k the rollers, they can suck the d**k
I'm Playa Jay Tee, and yeah, the game is thick
I bumps a b*t*h quick, I be's from California
V-town, North Bay, all up on ya
Man, I gurp the sh*t all at once
I blow big zags and I f**k with blunts
Baby Beesh, call me Playboy Bash
I jack my d**k when I count my cash
Big ass loot - oh, you ain't knowin'
The riders keep ridin' and them hoes keep hoein'
Uh, young Miami, on my left (Uh)
Goose that hutch 'til the ho goes deaf
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Mack the Knife, I've been deep in the game
(Well, lace these motherf**kers 'bout the life, mayne)
We live like hustlers, never been bustas
Old school 'Stangs, Chevelles, Novas, and Dusters
And ain't really carin' they ain't who you not
It's time for farmers with the muster to heat up the spot
Burnin' long rubber now I'm thinkin' 'bout hoes
Love to get pu**y, blow out trannies and flow
I could get them drawers, Guess jeans and all
I ride different spots when they makin' the call
Go to the liquor store to get 'em some drank
Zags for the dank, plus she filled up my tank
The feelin' is cool, 'cause I'm cool with this feelin'
Will the Lord forgive for the drugs and cap peelin'?
Will it ever cease if it seems to increase?
While these triggers release, left the seeds in the street
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Do you remember 1984? ('84?)
Hubba rock, slangin' Y-A-Y-O (Yayo)
Cougnut 'Stangs, Mavs and Delts (Mavs and Delts?)
Back when Sugar Ray had the belts (Uh)
Sidin' by the high', yokin' dumbly (Dumbly)
Task Force ran by Lou Montgomery (Lou Montgomery?)
But things look different in '98 ('98)
n***as tryna crack that C.U. safe
In 9-8, even if she's star (Even if she's a star)
No bareback thrustin', got to wear that R-uh (Got to wear that R-uh)
'Cause everybody's gettin' everybody (Everybody)
Saw your baby mama at the house party (House party)
She was hella loose, she had the goosе
D-Con dug first and I rode caboose (Rode caboosе)
n***as like us turn game to paper (Game to paper)
On Sawyer, Leonard, Gateway, and Taper (Gateway and Taper)
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Now I done took two hits and then I slid keyed
'Cause I ain't been this f**kin' high since I hit the weed
But what a player need, I got chips and water
Nicks, dimes, twamps, eighths, halfs and shouders
Man, f**k the rollers, they can suck the d**k
I'm Playa Jay Tee, and yeah, the game is thick
I bumps a b*t*h quick, I be's from California
V-town, North Bay, all up on ya
Man, I gurp the sh*t all at once
I blow big zags and I f**k with blunts
Baby Beesh, call me Playboy Bash
I jack my d**k when I count my cash
Big ass loot - oh, you ain't knowin'
The riders keep ridin' and them hoes keep hoein'
Uh, young Miami, on my left (Uh)
Goose that hutch 'til the ho goes deaf
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Mack the Knife, I've been deep in the game
(Well, lace these motherf**kers 'bout the life, mayne)
We live like hustlers, never been bustas
Old school 'Stangs, Chevelles, Novas, and Dusters
And ain't really carin' they ain't who you not
It's time for farmers with the muster to heat up the spot
Burnin' long rubber now I'm thinkin' 'bout hoes
Love to get pu**y, blow out trannies and flow
I could get them drawers, Guess jeans and all
I ride different spots when they makin' the call
Go to the liquor store to get 'em some drank
Zags for the dank, plus she filled up my tank
The feelin' is cool, 'cause I'm cool with this feelin'
Will the Lord forgive for the drugs and cap peelin'?
Will it ever cease if it seems to increase?
While these triggers release, left the seeds in the street
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
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