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Exercise yo' game

by Coolio. Buy album CD: Gangsta'S Paradise

When I was fifteen years old
Straight dope game I was told
I went from selling pennies of the riders dank ah (riders dank ah)
Timin' ass think of slangin' crank (think of slangin' griqua)
Situation critical, phone home phone home
Talkin on my digital call phone
Ya seen a boatload of situations for dangleations
Invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations
Boy I tell you shit is pitiful, damn!
Vocally repentable, dead right!
I try to stay away from artificial (artificial)
Plastic ass (plastic ass), pleather motherfuckin' individuals

Exercise yo' game mayn
'Cause things is changin' and rearrangin'
Exercise yo game mayn
Just use yo' brain mayn don't run the same game

Exercise yo' game mayn
Fertilize yo' grass, playa get da cash
Exercise yo' game mayn
But you gotta make it last!

One lone loco rides away
Into the sunset but, I ain't done yet
Respect yourself and wear your vest
Keep your guard up 'cause fools be hard up
When you hittin' dips better check yo' clips and
Watch the police and the Bloods and the Crips
Anyway you dudes got ta pay your dues
Keep one in the chamber 'cause the shoes always loose
Rubber wheels beat rubber heels anyday
Put the green in your jeans and get the holes out ya halo
Or you can stay broke while your homies is rollin' smokes
And sippin' yak and smokin' dank and tellin' jokes, haha
Pa-pap, pa-pap, fool you can have that
I worked too hard for mine, to let you take a dime
No pain no gain no pocket change
Prepare yourself for battle, exercise yo' game

Exercise yo' game mayn
Make your money grow don't you be no hoe low
Exercise yo' game mayn
Keep your works on tight to make yo' stash stay right and

Exercise yo' game mayn
Fertilize your grass, playa get yo' cash
Exercise yo' game mayn
Playa get your coins, be like Donald Goines
Have heart have money man, have heart have money man ya know

I got next you wanna run with me homey (yeap)
Well I don't need playas in the paint who cain't do nuttin' fo' me
Show me get down nigga (right) we can make sumpim happen (yeah)
I'm West coast Eastside East hood slum gangsta rappin'
Niggaz say you want to be affiliated (yeah)
Well let me warn you, I'm the kind of playa that's really hated
I'm rated X like Malcolm
E-40, Coolio, and KAM sprinkle game like talcum
You want to make money in the game well let me show you
How to do for self 'cause ain't nobody gon' do this for you
Oh you caught like lint, if you waitin' on the mystery God
'Cause ain't nobody gonna give you shit
You gotsta get up, off yo' ass
And put yourself in heaven on Earth, before you pass
And exercise yo' game, exercise yo' game fool

(40 Thevz)
Peep game from a young ass, rollin' on the one way
Foot to the gas got the indo mixed with hash
Monday through Sunday and all in-between
I fiend for my paper, my fed, and my green
Ain't no busters or no suckers on my team or in my mattress
Just call me the Pimp
And you can call me the Rat
Watch my feet hit the tracks it, ain't no lookin' back
I'm on a mission tryin to put my fuckin' click on the map
But these niggaz don't know the half
Runnin' with riff raff but I got some game for your bitch ass
'Cause your game is weaker than an anorexic
I exercised my game until I had my game perfected
I wrote the game on paper then I put the game on record
You better check it nigga don't you every disrespect it
E-x-e-r-c-i-s-e, y-o-g-a, m-e for-dy/40
Thevz in the house better exercise yo' game
Exercise yo' game

Have heart have money mayn, have heart have money mayn, ya know

Exercise yo' game mayn
Make your money grow don't you be no hoe low
Exercise yo' game mayn
Keep your works on tight to make your stash stay right and

Exercise yo' game mayn
Fertilize your grass, playa get da cash and
Exercise yo' game mayn
But you gotta make it last (make it last)
All day erytime
(Coolio) Yeah
(E-40) E-40 and tha motherfuckin Click
(Coolio) That's right
(E-40) PMD
(Coolio) Yeah
(E-40) Crowbar, Barr 9
(Coolio) Uh-huh
(E-40) 40 Thevz
(Coolio) That's right
(E-40) Erytime, motherfucka
(Coolio) In that ass
(E-40) Like Bugsy
(Coolio) Yeah
(E-40) De massive
(Coolio) Uh-huh
(E-40) We don't stop
(Coolio) My nigga Kam
(E-40) We don't quit
(Coolio) God damn
(E-40) Fuck a motherfucka -- we on hit, the Bay to L.A
(Coolio) Slide
(E-40) Motherfucka display
(Coolio) All the way to Compton
(E-40) Yo' game orientate in situations
Niggaz dump all on my Clickalications, I'm pervin'
(Coolio) Oh yeah
(E-40) Erytime motherfucka
(Coolio) Sho' we do, don't let us in we breakin' in fool
(E-40) This is what I do
(Coolio) Yeah E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz, my nigga Kam, god damn
Yeah, Barr 9 in the house

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Album: Gangsta'S Paradise (1995) Lyrics
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  2. Bring Back Somethin Fo Da Hood
  3. Can-O-Corn
  4. County Line
  5. Ghetto Cartoon
  6. Hand On My Nutsac
  7. I Remember
  8. It Takes A Thief
  9. N Da Closet
  10. On My Way To Harlem
  11. Too Hot
  12. U Know Hoo
  13. Ugly Bitches
  14. A thing going on
  15. Bright as the sun
  16. Cruisin'
  17. Exercise yo' game
  18. For my sistas
  19. Fucc coolio
  20. Gangsta´s paradise
  21. Get up get down
  22. Geto highlites
  23. Is this me?
  24. Kinda high kinda drunk
  25. Recoup this
  26. Smilin'
  27. Sumpin' new
  28. That's how it is
  29. The revolution


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