THE GAME - NICE LYRICS

Writer(s): STORCH, SCOTT / TAYLOR, JAYCEON / BROWN, CHRIS / BOYD, JASON
Artist: The Game Lyrics
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Ayo Earv,
**** is wrong with these *****s man?
Talkin' 'bout I ain't a ****in' MC,
I've been at this **** for seven years *****,
Eight times platinum *****,
Two Bentleys,
One Lambo, and three houses later ************, wassup!

[Verse 1]
Nah, this ain't no ****ing Dre beat, I got this from Irv Gotti
Game back on his ****, I'm enemies with everybody
Game cook crack, transform to Yayo
The new Suge Knight *****, minus the K, yo!
I keep a candle like Mariah, I'm so fire
When I step in the club, get low!, like Flo Rider
Cause I'm a Pimp
You can tell by the limp
When I step aside the twenty-six inch
You see my rims, they bigger than Bow Wow
Get money, **** *****es, that's what I'm about now
The Phantom, ugly, The Bentley, retarded
The kicks still Chuck Taylor, the jacket is a Starter
I beg your pardon ***** we can get it started
If you ain't Nas or the ***** on the Third Carter
My happy face is Kenneth Supreme mugshot
When it's goin' down, who goin' stop the Blood clock

[Chorus]
Throw yo' hands up it's that gangsta ****
All the homies goin' crazy when they bump my ****
Go ahead and hate on my click
Got a couple words for you *****s, suck my ****
You strapped, that's right
Gangbangin', for life
Little drama, that's life
Hit 'em up!, nice!
It's that gangsta ****
All the homies goin' crazy when they bump my ****

[Verse 2]
***** I'm'a throw back, you already know that
Got swag and I'm street, picture the ***** hold strap
And it's the rock, right in my ****in' sock
Die from my chain why? So I can go **** with Pac
Before I go, I shoot it out with the cops
Hit one for Sean Bell, then bleed on the block
Like Big did, I play with toys like a big kid
Got a snuffed nose, call it big tig
You are not ****in' with Game, he crazy
And his boys comin' straight outta' Compton, baby
My sixteens, it's me, you know what I mean
Headin' to the airport, my flow flyin' in from Queens
Accompanied by my *****, flyin' in with the things
My shorty is a ten, ask that singing ***** Dream
The life of a gangsta in Cali is too short
So I might as well find me a burb in New York

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Man you know, I don't give a ****, and I don't give a ****
Any drama I'm locked on, like a red nose pig
Keep shootin' them cat guns, with the red nose tips
Ask some Cali *****s come out and dead those strips
Don't give **** if you though *****, or you buff *****
My four five weigh three pounds and it will snuff *****s
Hop out the truck, with the guns so long
That the bullets jump out, and that's whats goin' on
What the **** can I say, I grew up a bastard
Got sick of the Impala, so I threw up for Aston
I pop big ****, and I keep my wrist slick
My entourage shine like the Diamond District
I got a Rolex, a real big Rolex
With so many rocks, the Africans are trying protest
Bully of the block, why?
Cause they got me top five
It's four *****s better than me, ***** stop lying

[Chorus]

News,
*****s better know what the **** they dealin' with
When they dealin' with what they ****in' dealin' with,
You dealin' with a ****in' animal man,
Gotti'll tell you *****,
Both the guys *****,
You can bring John Gotti back too *****,
He'll tell you *****,
I'm gangsta *****,
I was murdered ink before anything man,
Black Wall Street, Murder Inc man,
Before I was a Dr. Dre I was a Irv Gotti *****,
When I was running around with P. Diddy in Atlanta,
Slappin' asses *****,
Mario Winans know what it is *****,
Mix *****es all up in the Hiat on P Street *****,
Been gettin' money *****,
Seven years strong *****,
Two platinum albums *****,
'Bout to be three,
Hey *****,
That's a **********in' hip-hop ménage á trois, *****!

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