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Just a Touch of Game
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Mac Dre
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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
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