On the sticks I been doin this since ’86,
with that one big red b***on joy stick, I’m sick
you can never touch me couzzie,
cant b**-rush me, bust or crush me
Break ya knees, pump fake ya freeze,
my crossover’s thicka than the Black Eyed Peas, yes
Sweet like candied yams, its recorded and reported on that handicam,
but hes no grammy fam
came in a limo, and leave in a ambulance
burn like hot ambers and,
my c**** so big I need hammer pants,
?? ouch
like f*** yo couch,
be eatin croutons all on ya f***on,
rules on point watch how it sounds now,
tha 3 from downtown all on ya brown round,
its casual boy, im townbound,
you hyphy like me, but calm down
Livin this flow - gettin in close,
pivot and post getting b****** and overdose,
not no ya don’t, my goal is grope and hold ya throat,
Yeah in mortin jenson,
servin like benson, its in the bag,
Sir Diesel, instantly had
Twistin these leads till ya kissin feet
My systems neat, refined, sleek mind
p-type of d-game,
each frame of action captured close captured and stackeded,
To my black friendsm we ask ya (Lie)
In ya grill, we passionate thrill seekin,
go beneath the Regal (Yeah!)
I’ll impeach a leada and squeeze the last drop of funk
So errbody here cop im some, now you want you some
you gonna get it anyway
Really aint nobody foolin with plee
hiero sign in ya face while ya shootin the three
errbody came ta see me and they rootin for me
you cant believe True can beat me and my crew in this peace (Yea)
some of the fans up in the stands are cheer leaders,
tryin to sneak a peak or a glance at cheerleaders,
At playoff time ima prove that were leaders,
hard fouls in the paint
I don’t even care either,
If the ref eject me and the league suspend me
Ima be on some jet skis in Tahiti with Leslie,
when I miss a shot thats when the media stress me
say im only lucky when im beating the best team,
to the upmost im workin my style,
you but though, you get a up close and personal foul,
If you end up gettin hurt thats when they call in the traina
(It’s all in the game bra)
It’s all in the game, cuz
with that one big red b***on joy stick, I’m sick
you can never touch me couzzie,
cant b**-rush me, bust or crush me
Break ya knees, pump fake ya freeze,
my crossover’s thicka than the Black Eyed Peas, yes
Sweet like candied yams, its recorded and reported on that handicam,
but hes no grammy fam
came in a limo, and leave in a ambulance
burn like hot ambers and,
my c**** so big I need hammer pants,
?? ouch
like f*** yo couch,
be eatin croutons all on ya f***on,
rules on point watch how it sounds now,
tha 3 from downtown all on ya brown round,
its casual boy, im townbound,
you hyphy like me, but calm down
Livin this flow - gettin in close,
pivot and post getting b****** and overdose,
not no ya don’t, my goal is grope and hold ya throat,
Yeah in mortin jenson,
servin like benson, its in the bag,
Sir Diesel, instantly had
Twistin these leads till ya kissin feet
My systems neat, refined, sleek mind
p-type of d-game,
each frame of action captured close captured and stackeded,
To my black friendsm we ask ya (Lie)
In ya grill, we passionate thrill seekin,
go beneath the Regal (Yeah!)
I’ll impeach a leada and squeeze the last drop of funk
So errbody here cop im some, now you want you some
you gonna get it anyway
Really aint nobody foolin with plee
hiero sign in ya face while ya shootin the three
errbody came ta see me and they rootin for me
you cant believe True can beat me and my crew in this peace (Yea)
some of the fans up in the stands are cheer leaders,
tryin to sneak a peak or a glance at cheerleaders,
At playoff time ima prove that were leaders,
hard fouls in the paint
I don’t even care either,
If the ref eject me and the league suspend me
Ima be on some jet skis in Tahiti with Leslie,
when I miss a shot thats when the media stress me
say im only lucky when im beating the best team,
to the upmost im workin my style,
you but though, you get a up close and personal foul,
If you end up gettin hurt thats when they call in the traina
(It’s all in the game bra)
It’s all in the game, cuz