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game - ecstasy كلمات الأغنية

[intro:]
yo where the f-ck else you think you’ll hear this exclusive.
from start from scratch. (hold me down skee)
to umm… (chuckles)
there go that sample again.
i feel like the rap sh-t is following me man.
cool and dre! y’all my n-gg-s man, for life man.
i tell y’all n-gg-s like i tell busta man.
i love you n-gg-.
real recognize real, i mean, game recognize game (hiccups)
you know what it is.
godd-mn you don julio.

[verse 1:]
that b-tch fine. what you think?
get that hoe drunk drop a blue pill in her drink.
or should i give her a green one like em gave me.
sh-t had me in detroit feeling like jay-z.
looked in the mirror, my lips and my nose was big.
and my girl walked by wit a gold wig dancing like beyonce.
i must be dreaming.
spot on my sweatsuit, it must be s-m-n.
cuz i jack off, every time i think of beyonce.
she took the wig off now she look like kanye’s… ex chick.
i swear n-gg- when i get sober i ain’t f-cking wit this x sh-t.
it makes me wanna sing like t-pain.
make me wanna pierce my lip like lil’ wayne.
make me wanna f-ck yo b-tch, like luda!
don’t worry about me man.

[chorus:]
i’m off this ecstasy.
and this hennessy’s got me going. (going)
i’m so high.
i’m off this ecstasy.
and this hennessy’s got me going. (going)
going to the sky, (sky). sky, (sky). sky, (sky).
going to the sky, (sky). sky, (sky). sky, (sky).
going to the sky.

[verse 2:]
lemme tell you why i’m f-cked up.
my moms and my pops had dumb luck.
see she was 18, wanted to f-ck wit that n-gg-.
pops sold heroin so he was that n-gg-.
carry the .45, and he bust that trigger.
ain’t n-body in compton touch that n-gg-.
but that was back then, so f-ck that n-gg-.
my childhood weren’t sh-t, so f-ck that n-gg-.
i been shot, been to jail. rode around compton on spreewells.
moved to the ‘hood and still choke yo -ss out like sprewell.
still crack distribute, what you want n-gg-?
wholesale, retail.
i know you f-ggot -ss cops on detail.
look at ’em tryna hack into my gmail.
all they found was old dr. dre beats, well.

[verse 3:]
like the vodka.
but when i’m f-cking wit diddy, i’m ciroc’ing.
i take a back wood, gut it out.
see a picture of halle berry i cut it out.
yeah n-gg- she fine! but not like she was in boomerang.
now she (ok) like oj and gucci mane.
and like them i was rapping and trapping.
kept half a brick in the back of my momma acura.
gimme a test. hit the question.
how many o’s in a brick i ace that sh-t.
brick come through the door, taste that sh-t.
chop it, bag it, let ’em free base that sh-t.
she ain’t tryna f-ck i ma$e that b-tch.
take her cosmo, and lace that sh-t.
i get p-ssy for free i aint take that sh-t.
i don’t know if i rate that b-tch.

- game

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