Featuring: Game
Scott Storch, Game, Chris Brown
The meanest, the meaner, for a second I seen her
Had me open, got me lookin?, losin? all my control
The passion I?m feignin?, baby, you're the new meanin?
But I found myself trippin? when you walked through the door
And I know it's not like me gettin? beside myself
She got me feelin? that way
And I know it?s unlikely that you gon? deny me
And just walk away
I'll be that guy that don?t have time to play
Flippin? like a schedule, well, it?s ?bout the same
The ballers in your court ain?t ready for your game
It?s lookin? like them knockers ready for my chain
She be that girl I'll be waitin? for
Sending me them signals that I can't ignore
But I was gonna get her on the dance floor
Then I saw her headed to the exit door
I call her nice ?cause she got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause she ?bout it
That deer?s nice ?cause I got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause I?m ?bout it
I'm fallin? for her, she got me trapped
That girl?s nice ?cause she got it
?Cause she got it, she got it, breathe, breathe
Her body is screamin?, believe that I?m listenin?
To hear what you?re sayin?, girl, I'm losin? my cool
You got you a soldier and I got me a rider
And you ain't gotta stress it ?cause it's nothin? to prove
I know it ain't easy being a sexy girl
That?s always gettin? in her way
But I'm here to tell you, you got me up on you
And I won't let you slip away
I'll be that guy that don?t have time to play
Flippin? like a schedule, well, it?s ?bout the same
The ballers in your court ain?t ready for your game
It?s lookin? like them knockers ready for my chain
She be that girl I'll be waitin? for
Sending me them signals that I can't ignore
But I was gonna get her on the dance floor
Then I saw her headed to the exit door
I call her nice ?cause she got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause she ?bout it
That deer?s nice ?cause I got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause I?m ?bout it
I'm fallin? for her, she got me trapped
That girl?s nice ?cause she got it
?Cause she got it, she got it, breathe, breathe
Yeah, you, just know now that it's ?bout to go down
The club is packed up, the word around town
That this is the jump off, you know when drops
That this is the jump off
I did it for Big Pac and for my Chris out the [Incomprehensible] are too hot
They?re takin? their clothes off, they?re yellin? out Tupac
?Cause I'm from the west side and the from the east coast
My from down south, they?re lettin? their teeth show
?Cause this ain't Def Jam and this ain't Bad Boy
This ain't Star Trek, this is the last court
They?re turnin? the lights on, the bar is shut down
I'm walkin? with Scott Storch and me in the front now
The is with me, they?re ready to pop off
You?re bringin? your girlfriends, you gotta get knocked off
So hop in the 6.4 ?cause this ?bout to go down
It?s goin? down
I call her nice ?cause she got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause she ?bout it
That deer nice ?cause I got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause I?m ?bout it
I'm fallin? for her, she got me trapped
That girl?s nice ?cause she got it
?Cause she got it, she got it, breathe, breathe
I call her nice ?cause she got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause she ?bout it
That deer nice ?cause I got it
Do whatever, whenever ?cause I?m ?bout it
I'm fallin? for her, she got me trapped
That girl?s nice ?cause she got it
Take the beautiful sting of a Scorpio
A careless smile and it begins to snow
And it hurts me to think
That you might never know
That I've got this thing about you
In case you don't understand
There's something else I meant to tell you
There is nothing better
Than being with you
And I'm feeling so nice
There is nowhere better
Than here with you
And it's feeling so nice
Staying up with the moon
And walking home in the rain
Mixed with your perfume
And never twice the same
I got a lot to lose
But everything to gain
When I really think about it
You haven't got a clue
It's all that I can do to hide it
There is nothing better
Than being with you
And I'm feeling so nice
There is nowhere better
Than here with you
And it's feeling so nice
Did I already say
'Cause you make me forget
I might as well be brave and tell 'ya
And it hurts me to think that
You might never know
Will it hurt as much being true?
I might as well be brave and tell 'ya
Yeah I'm feeling
Personality, suffer and enjoy it
civility, most annoying habit
isn't what I want, can't be what I want
eating at me, it's eating at me
Patience is a thorn in my side
another thorn in my side
feelings bottled up inside
ready to suffer the considiration
Another test, I grit my teeth and stand it
try to ignore the most annoying habits
isn't who I am, can't be who I am
feel my decay, I feel my decay
Patience is a thorn in my side
another thorn in my side
feelings bottled up inside
ready to suffer the consideration
Nice, nice
patience is a fuckin' thorn in my side
Nice, nice
tolerance will stab at me
but it's nice
worn down, jerked around
patience wears thin, painful stabbing
So I woke up in the morning
Open my eyes to a brand new day
Take my skateboard, go to school
And a six-pack on the way
Nice, Nice, It's such a nice day
My friends they wait for me
We're going to have some fun
Skating and on the beach
Drink cold beer in the sun
Nice, Nice, It's such a nice day
The Belafonte part:
Ahead of my senses
How do you do it baby
Out of my mind when I'm with you
The deeper expences
Away from the blue
Nothing to gain or say or do
Why worry
Why worry
When in the morning it won't be gone (x 3)
I'm taking these chances
And become brand new
Casting the light over the gloom
So now we're jumping these fences
Of the prison of blue
Loving the day and the nighttime too
She gets up
Out of her bed
Blinking her eyes and cracking her neck
She throws me a smile
And off to the ceiling
[Hook:]
I don't wanna be alone
It don't matter anymore who it is
As long as someone's there
I don't wanna be alone
It don't matter anymore what happens
From here on out, nice
[Verse 1: Outasight]
With the same ol' two step
Bounce around town, know what you doing
Ain't the jealous type seeing how the fellas like
Running game all day, yeah, I let it ride
Damn, let's cruise, lost all my energy and blew a fuse
If the rules include what you do
The news for me to choose, a bruised ego is cool
What a fool, the man don't learn
Bought bags, bought jewels
Canceled subscriptions but then renewed
I don't mean to be rude, penny for a thought
So what a few stacks gon do or two?
Tied my noose, told me to hang loose
Swoosh, nothing but net, I guess I can shoot
[Hook]
So we doing real nice, a piece of advice
I'll take the whole slice, I ain't hear no bells
Don't throw no rice, blazer off white with a navy pinstripe
Right out Miami Vice, don't seem like the type
But damn that's the life and I didn't choose it
It's too confusing, use your illusion
Guns and Roses, flash Juxtaposes
35 millimeter black and white poses
56 and lotus as an added bonus, tell me if you on this
Even when I lie in bed, I'm being honest
Say good night and see ya in the morning
Wherever I'm roaming, looking for love 'cause I can't be alone man
the watch on my wrist says it time to go but if that's true then where are we going i'm dressed to kill but don't know why the hell i even try when there is nothing at all to do it didn't used to be this way something was happening everyday and it never failed we never sat around we were always going out but now everything has changed all i'm saying is that there's no reason to keep waiting for something that you know will never come should have been here all along the watch on my wrist says it time to go but if that's true then where are we going to i'm dressed to kill but don't know why the hell i even try when there is nothing at all all i'm saying is that there's no reason to keep waiting for something that you know will never come should have been here all along and all the things you used to know have gone away and left you with nothing to do but sit around and wish that you were not so bored all i'm saying is that there's no reason to keep waiting for something that you know will never come should have been here all along
Explain to you,
The girl who tells me that she knows herself.
I say to you, (my girl,)
You don't know you, (my girl,)
Only really shallow people know themselves
It's true to say.
Everybody's playing happy Freud.
I say to you, (my girl,)
You don't know you, (my girl,)
Your Capricorn is showing,
And the edge is getting frayed, frayed.
Here's to all those people
Who know themselves; (They really know themselves.)
They look into a mirror and
They know themselves. (They really know themselves.)
I will build them
A mirror they can see themselves
As other people see them!
Here's to all those people
Who know themselves; (They really know themselves.)
They look into a mirror and
They know themselves. (They really know themselves.)
I will build them
A mirror they can see themselves
As other people see them!
Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba!
Everybody's playing happy Freud.
I say to you, (my girl,)
You don't know you, (my girl,)
Your Capricorn is showing,
And the edge is getting frayed.
Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba!
Everybody's playing happy Freud.
I say to you, (my girl,)
You don't know you, (my girl,)
Your Capricorn is showing,
And the edge is getting frayed.
Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba!
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.
She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child,
The Law can't touch her at all.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector,
You are a walking antique.
Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
Just like old Saxophone Joe
When he's got the hogshead up on his toe
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie.
Listen to the fiddler play
When he's playin' 'til the break of day
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie.
Rasberry, strawberry, lemon and lime
What do I care ?
Blueberry, apple, cherry, pumpkin and plum
Call me for dinner, honey, I'll be there.
Saddle me up on my big white goose
Tie me on 'er turn her loose
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie.
I don't need much and that ain't no lie
Ain't runnin' any race
Give to me my country pie
I won't throw it up in anybody's face.
Shake me up that old peach tree
Little Jack Horner's got nothin' on me
Oh me, oh my
They ask me what grey thought has just clouded my eye
I told them that Azrael looked down on their decline
What grey thought, if any, crossed the landscape of your mind
I told them that Azrael looks down on you from behind
I told them what they asked, why I hold my breath
If Azrael on wings of death collects his pound of flesh
I told them what they asked, why I hold my breath
Ayo, Irv, 'the fuck is wrong with these niggas, man?
Talking 'bout I ain't no fuckin MC
I been at this shit for 7 years, nigga
8 times platinum, nigga
2 Bentleys, 1 Lambo and 3 houses later
Muthafucka, what's up?
[Verse 1:]
Naw, this ain't no fucking Dre beat,
I got this from Irv Gotti
Game back on the shit I'm enemies with e'rybody
Game cook crack, transform to yeyo
The new Suge Knight, nigga, minus the K.O.
I keep it candy like Mariah, I'm so fire
When step it in the club, "Get Low" like Flo Rida
Cus I'm a pimp, you can tell by the limp
When I st-st-st-step aside the 26 inch
You see my rims? They bigger than Bow Wow
Get money, fuck bitches, that's what I'm about now
The Phantom, ugly, the Bentley, retarded
The kicks still Chuck Taylors, the jacket is a Starter
I beg your pardon, nigga, we can get started
If you ain't Nas or that nigga on third Carter
My happy face is Kenneth Supreme mug shot
When it go down, who goin' stop the blood clot?
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you nigga, suck my dick
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
[Verse 2:]
Nigga I'm a throw back, you already know that
Got swag and I'm street, picture
the nigga Hov' strapped
And it's the rock right in my fuckin sock
Die for my chain, why?
So I can go fuck with Pac
Before I go, I shoot it out with the cops
Hit one for Sean Bell then bleed on the block, yeah
Like Big did, I play with toys like a big kid
Got a snub nose, call it Big Tig
You art not fuck with Game, he crazy
And the bars comin' straight outta Compton, baby
My 16's mean, you know what I mean
Headed to the airport, my flow flying in from Queens
Accompanied by my bitch, flying in with them things
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My shorty is a 10, that's that singing nigga, Dream
The life of gangsta in Cali, is to short
So I might as well find me a burrow in New York
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you nigga, suck my dick
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
[Verse 3:]
Man you know, I don't give a fuck
and I don't give a shit
Any drama, I'm locked on like a red-nose pit
Keep shooting them cap guns with the red nose tips
Have some Cali niggas come out and dead those strips
Give a fuck if you tuff nigga, or you buff nigga
My 4-5 weigh 3 pounds and it'll snuff niggas
Hop out the truck with the gun so long
Let the bullets jump out and ask, "What's going on?"
What the fuck can I say? I grew up a bastard
Got sick in the Impala so I threw up a Aston
I pop big shit, and I keep my wrist slit
My entourage shine like the Diamond District
I got a Rolex, a real big Rolex
With so many rock, the Africans is trying to protest
Bully of the block, why? Cus they got me top 5
There's four niggas better than me? Nigga, stop lyin!
[Chorus: Newz (The Game)]
Throw yo hands up it's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you nigga, suck my dick
You strapped? (That's right)
Gang bangin? (for life)
A little drama (that's life)
Hit 'em up (Nice)
It's that gangsta shit
All the homies go crazy when they bump my shit
Newz!
Niggas better know what the fuck they dealin with
When they dealing with the fuck they dealin with
You dealin with a fuckin animal, man
Gotti will tell you, nigga, both the Gottis, nigga
You can bring John Gotti back too, nigga
He'll tell you, man
I'm gangsta, nigga
I was Murda Inc. before anything, man
Black Wall Street, Murda Inc., man
Before there was a Dr. Dre there was a Irv Gotti, nigga
When I was running around with P.
Diddy in Atlanta, nigga
Slapping asses, nigga
Mario? know what it is, nigga
Mix bitches all up in the height on Peach St., nigga
Been getting money, nigga
7 years strong, nigga
2 platinum albums, nigga
'Bout to be three
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