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the game - sauce كلمات الأغنية

[intro: dj khaled]
ayo, game—this that ’92 shit
we the best dream team
they don’t want us to have sauce on these shrimps and steaks
they don’t want us on exotic islands swimming in the biggest oceans ever
so you know what we gon’ do?
we gon’ live it up to the fullest
ayo, game—talk that talk

[verse 1: the game]
in ’05 nas said i was the truth
n-gg-s thought i was from new york, n-gg-s thought i was off the stoop
till i pulled up with snoop like dre did in “g thang”
wasn’t no limit after that so i did my master p thing
middle fingers to my enemies
working on the doc-mentary with nate dogg, sippin’ my hennessy
first thing i recorded was me and 50
“hate it or love it”, i had more cincinnati hats than ken griffey
whole hood had them black wall tats
me, fase, g-rod, where buddha ru and frogg at?
i put my hood on like it was cold as f-ck
west side cedar block and n-gg-s know what’s up
i’m with the shit though, my alb-m drop, i ball like a disco
15’s in the bentley, b-ss hit hard like the klitschko’s
wrist glow, my b-tch know i’m bipolar
half gandhi, half schitzo but my 16’s us missiles

[hook: the game]
put some sauce on it
tell ’em put some sauce on it
i think i put too much sauce on it
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot

[verse 2: the game]
max b is the wave god, i’m with the sauce though
never had 5 mics in my life so f-ck the source ho
as far as awards go, they gave away my grammy
gave it to missy, i was too gangster and they ain’t understand me
i had too much sauce
before my time i was too much boss
in a maybach with a mil, too much ross
my freshman cl-ss’ll whoop your freshman cl-ss -ss
it was me, ye, snowman, banks, buck, and fab
everybody wore platinum cause everybody went platinum
and you woulda thought the unit was coached by phil jackson
the n was raw, it’s tim mcgraw
them henny caps was spinnin’ off
you had beef and n-gg-s saw you?
they smacked you like a tennis ball
we hit ’em off, invented ball
had b-tches wet in senegal
showed n-gg-s lamborghini doors
before they had aventadors
i get it off, i’ve been a boss
gettin’ bricks off in them rental cars
i did it all but i’m spillin’ sauce
can’t stop blood like menopause

[hook: the game]
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
put some sauce on it

[verse 3: the game]
tossed the b-tch salad last night with no ranch
i like it sweet and sour cause i grew up off of rosecrans
showed kendrick his first benz
showed problem if n-gg-s had a problem i jumped in
i was a yg when yg was just a little n-gg-
had white b-tches swallowin’ sauce up out of my hilfiger’s
he’s so compton, n-gg-s hate him, b-tches love ’em
bought my first bentley and let kim and paris picked the colors
then we g-ssed off like nascar
i done drove everything except madagascar’s
my flow sick-ill, i’m off them bath salts
i used to f-ck b-tches that usher raymond p-ssed off
then i f-cked three kardashians, hold that thought
i’m that raw, not that raw, trojans on deck
like usc synchronized swimmers, i keep them hoes wet
and if you havin’ girl problems i feel bad for you son
i got 99 problems but the sauce ain’t one, hit me

[hook: the game]
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
the sauce is hot, the sauce is hot
put some sauce on it
tell ’em put some sauce on it
i think i put too much sauce on it

- the game

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