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dj squeeky - fucked-n-da game كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: criminal manne]
ridin’ in the chevy thang, cruisin’ by the skatin’ rink
cheesin’ on them gold thangs, scopin’, it’s the criminal manne
constantly ballin’, lookin’ for a bailed up busta
stick ’em up, lay back down, shut ’em up, shut ’em up, mothaf_cka
pulled over to the side, nothin’ but lames, splurgin’ cash
thought to myself, for a minute and came to my senses, i gotta get his ass
jumped out of the car, straight to his ride, sn_tched open the door
put that tec to his face and said
“ball on off, ho”
ballin’, i’m losin’ my mind, i’m kinda paranoid
steady lookin’ around with a frown, tryna dodge the blue boys
stopped at the gas station, put that b_tch in the trunk
now, i’m ’bout my hog k!llin’, ballin’, time to stang this punk
ridin’, gettin’ high, smokin’ weed, now it’s after dark
by ballin’, scowlin’, scratchin’ rubber, jet to the nearеst park
pulled that b_tch out the back, smacked him, buckеd him, hit him in his face
n_gga, where the money, where the dope gone?
trick ass n_gga, don’t make me catch a case
ho ass boy, don’t try to test my pimpin’
i got a family to feed, i’ma need some, n_gga, let’s just handle business
trick, if i were you, i would try to test my nuts
’cause a player like myself, in the game just f_cked up

[chorus: buckshot & criminal manne]
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
b_tches goin’ hoin’, blowin’, mane, i’m gone f_ck a ho
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
blunts in the air, i don’t care, ’cause i need some cheese
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
b_tches goin’ hoin’, blowin’, mane, i’m gone f_ck a ho
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
blunts in the air, i don’t care, ’cause i need some cheese
[verse 2: criminal manne]
back in my hood, up to no good, standin’ on the track
b_tches beepin’, hoes freakin’, instead, i just smoke a sack
once again, i got my ass in, ’cause i had to stang that boy
’cause when i took the trick’s cheese, i was singin’
(“ship ahoy, ship ahoy, ship ahoy”)
fist full of bricks in my hand, i’m the mane
with the yam, god d_mn, i’m insane to the game
looked around, what do i see? is it a bird, is it a bee?
aw, mane (1, 2, 3, 4) 5_0, they comin’ for me
copper minute, what should i do?
grab my pistol, wanna start shootin’
jet through the cut, ballin’ around and like a junky on them drugs, fool
hit the alley down the valley, i hid behind a pine tree
coppers mad as f_ck, they turn up sh_t, ’cause they can’t find me
jet to the chevy, pounds of sweat comin’ from my face
a cop, f_cked up and seen me, now i’m ballin’, put ’em on a highspeed chase
doin’ a dash, that’s my ass, if they catch me, i’ma be hanged
hit the gas, real fast, [?], screamin’ tires, really, now they got a playa mad
left them b_tches in the wind (i’ma holla at you friend)
so catch up with yo kind, trick, ’cause my pimpin’, i don’t think it’s thin
made it to my crib, chill, layin’ in my blow, mane
every single day, just the same sh_t, a player f_cked in this game

[chorus: buckshot & criminal manne]
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
b_tches goin’ hoin’, blowin’, mane, i’m gone f_ck a ho
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
blunts in the air, i don’t care, ’cause i need some cheese
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
b_tches goin’ hoin’, blowin’, mane, i’m gone f_ck a ho
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
blunts in the air, i don’t care, ’cause i need some cheese
[verse 3: dj zirk]
k!llers, k!llers, orange mound n_ggas
strapped with them thangs, it’s all in the game
these n_ggas on the run, so n_gga, grip yo tone
it’s time to get it on, it’s time to get it on
these n_ggas know the mound too mothaf_ckin’ thick
i’m ready to go to war on these busta ass b_tches
n_gga, while you sleep, a n_gga’s on the creep
n_gga, lay it down, shootin’ round after round
so back up off this sh_t, a n_gga packin’ ’em thangs
a n_gga feelin’ strange, a n_gga just insane
n_ggas, watch yo back, i’m strapped with that glock
grip and slip the mask, it’s time to hit the block
lock em’ in my trunk, drag him to the river
leave his body cold, no remorse for this n_gga
ballin’ down park, creepin’ after dark
orange mounds n_ggas, k!llers from the park
i’m real about this sh_t, i’m down about my cl!ck
i’m all about my hog, i fin to stang a b_tch
my n_ggas in the hood robbin’ n_ggas, makin’ stangs
a n_gga packin’ them thangs, a n_ggas swingin’ them thangs
straight off the block, n_ggas sellin’ rocks
mothaf_ck the cops, they ass gettin’ popped
livin’ in the city, in memphis, tennessee, mane
but still you just don’t hear me, i’m f_cked in this game
[chorus: buckshot & criminal manne]
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
b_tches goin’ hoin’, blowin’, mane, i’m gone f_ck a ho
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
blunts in the air, i don’t care, ’cause i need some cheese
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
b_tches goin’ hoin’, blowin’, mane, i’m gone f_ck a ho
playaz like me in the game just f_cked up
blunts in the air, i don’t care, ’cause i need some cheese

[verse 4: thugsta & criminal manne]
if i remember, hmm, it was on a wednesday afternoon
i was chillin’, smokin’ and drinkin’ with my n_gga dre in the hotel room
just got sucked and f_cked by a couple of binghampton freaks
kicked them hoes to the curb, can’t be with no b_tch when you tryna make some cheese
cruisin’ down the interstate, he suggestin’ we hit down town
(on lover’s lane) where the pretty boys hang
(with them hoes) ridin’ clean
hit the jackson exit, stopped at sheldon, use the telephone
called my n_gga criminal, told him the tale, d_mn it, hold on
(what’s up, dog?)
constantly gettin’ beeped by this silly ass b_tch that i don’t talk ’bout sh_t (told you hoes)
if it don’t make dollars, then it don’t make sense
now back to what i was sayin’, you got ya
(gat strapped like a mack, 2 clips of hollow tips
and a yawk full of scr_p, mane, let’s ride, black)
aight, black, hop back in the ride, fried up a blunt
drink punch, this b_tch too stale
ballin’ down watkins, turned on valentine, here the folks, springdale
to the pool, [?] and me, mad maine, criminal, mr. ink
lynch was in the back, chiefin’, choppin’ up a swisher sweet
so we switch cars, me and dre jumped in my roadie’s jeep
ballin’, smokin’ and chokin’ on some hay, on the business creep
made it to our destination, scopin’ out this love couple
(they didn’t know)
tryna be romantic, get they ass in trouble
jumped out quick put my tone to his b_tch
“don’t turn around, trick, empty your pockets
and gimme ya cash before you be like the last b_tch”
left ’em in the sand, holdin’ hands, made our get away clean
(down [?], the cash hang)
mmh, mmh, you know what i mean

- dj squeeky

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