Game

Game Lyrics

Intro

*guy toking and coughing up*
[$hort] Freddy B!
[Fred B] Wuz up $hort?
[$hort] Ai, y'know they been waitin on this ol' school game
Let's bring that game back!
[Fred B] Like game one thru five?
[$hort] Yeah nigga, just like we use to do it!
[Fred B] Well check this out

Game! Is the sh*t
Like what? A rat-haired b**ch

Verse 1: Old School Freddy B

I was sittin at my home, all alone
Thinkin 'bout b**ches I use to bone
Tight young b**ches, I can't deny
Rat-haired b**ches, I can't lie
The b**ch had body is all I know
Only 18 but looked twenty-fo'
Her name was b**ch, class of '92
Skyline High and the sh*t was cool
Took her to my house, Moms was gone
Turned off the light, unplugged the phone
The b**ch said "Fred, I hearda you
Anything you want, I will do"
I dropped my drawers, dick all swoll
She couldn't believe the position was pole
In and out, out and in
I used the b**ch like a ATM
G'd the b**ch like the one and only
Bust two nuts and called her phony
She couldn't believe what I said
The next thing you know she was on my head
Suckin the dick like it's suppose to be done
Rat-haired b**ch make me cum
Freddy B that's the name
Rat-haired b**ches, I got game

[$hort] Cos Game
[Fred B] That's the sh*t
[$hort] Like what? (Like what?)
[Fred B] A nasty b**ch

Verse 2: Short Dawg

I like to f**k a nasty b**ch
Witta big fat ass and sh*t
First lay, dick gettin sucked
b**ch don't give a f**k
Cos real players run that game
When I f**k that b**ch she won't be the same
Cos when Short Dawg run up in it
f**k a b**ch for about 30 minutes
Real player-like, straight to the point
Bust a nut while I'm smokin a joint
Stop f**kin, still smokin
Lay my dick on her lips, say "Open!"
Ain't nuttin like a nasty b**ch
Acting all fast and sh*t
b**ch just love to flirt
When I see her at the club, I'll be puttin in work
Feelin on her ass at the bar
Let's get a room, girl it ain't too far
On the way, y'know what happened?
She sucked my dick while I was rappin
I just couldn't resist
I couldn't hold back, I said "BEEYATCH!"

[Fred B] Game!
[$hort] All I do is stack
[Fred B] Like what?
[$hort] A motherf**kin mack!

Verse 3: Old School Freddy B

My Copue DeVille is all white
Yes b**ch, it's hella tight
Crush blue velvet, gameless game
White on white wit tha gold thangs
Bounce tp the spot, check my cr*p
Wash, wax, straight on fat
The bass on heat everytime I ride
A long haired b**ch on the passenger side
Mackin on the cellular phone
I can't be stopped, 50 G's strong
Fred Benz, Freddy B
Oaktown, a b**ch don't sleep
A motherf**kin mack that's what I am
Taxin a b**ch like Uncle Sam
She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the pimp
16 G's put the b**ch in
No ordinary game, just give it and take
East Oakland can't be fake
I slapped the b**ch, the money was short
Macked on the b**ch and now she knows
Fred Benz baby, the game is fat
Ask these b**ches, I'm a mack

[$hort] Game!
[Fred B] Is like ridin vogues
[$hort] Like what?
[Fred B] Breakin hos

Verse 4: Short Dawg

Breakin hos day and night
They call me Shorty The Pimp, my game is tight
I never do give hos slack
I'm like Fred Benz, I'ma mack
So b**ch break yourself
I'm an Oaktown nigga, I'll take your wealth
Cos that's what I was raised to do
Break these b**ches, get payed fool
Y'know Short Dawg ain't afraid and hurt
Any b**ch I get, you can't take her
Cos the game is fool-proof
Bet'cha momma say I'm tellin ya true
So won't you pay the man
Hundred dollar bills all in my hand
While I break you b**ches
Tell a story 'bout ridin with b**ches
'Bout these pimp ass niggas from The O
We know just what to do with a ho
Take her where the tricks get laid
Where the hos get paid
You need a pimp, b**ch give me a call
I drop the top in my El Dawg

[$hort] Cos Game
[Fred B] It's the sh*t
[$hort] Like what?
[Fred B] Like a b**ch

Outro

[Fred B] Ai, Short Dawg?
[$hort] Wuz up Fred?
[Fred B] I ain't smokin no more dank wit no more b**ches
[$hort] Hell naw nigga
b**ch wanna smoke a 20 sack, sge got to spend 20
KnowhutI'msayin?
[Fred B] If the b**ch wanna 50, what she gotta do $hort?
[$hort] She gotta do me, you and the whole crew, he hah
[Fred B] And my nigga PO too!
[$hort] Hey, y'know what? Freddy B.....
[Fred B] What's that baby?
[$hort] And Too $hort. We go way back man!
1981, Freemont High School
We the two niggas who invented the word 'BEEYATCH!'
[Fred B] BEEYATCH!
[$hort] Hey wait wait wait. BEEYATCH!