We Got Game Lyrics

We Got Game lyrics

We've got the game that they want to claim 

Such a shame to see the jealousy and envy they display. 

Panic's automatic and strategy is tragic 

Got game like a no look pass from Magic 

Now we're poundin' down the parkay 

Cadillacs parlay and angels surround me as if my name were Charlie 

10K action opponents in traction 

I march to Armageddon with my Cadillac faction 

My team's a regime and I'm all about that C.R.E.A.M. 

Got money in the backcourt centered like Hakeem crossover 

Motherfucker like you never even seen 

The answers runnin' point Skinny's Runnin' triple beams 

We got ups and we'll be rockin' the mic till the eruption stops 

Each tick of the clock the sweat starts to bead 

We'll give you the freethrow then we'll steal the lead 

White wait stampede behind the back 

Feed got funk in the trunk 'bout to dunk on the team 

Got game motherfucker mad game mad game 

Insane motherfucker insane insane 

Rollin' first class in my Coupe de Ville 

Gonna quench my thirst fast then I'll flex my skills 

Gonna turn this bitch out like I'm runnin' a train 

Even without a limp this pimp still carries a cane 

I got game motherfucker mad game mad game 

Insane motherfucker insane insane 

The name is Saltine AKA Dimebag 

Hittin' like a ballpen rollin' with a zigzag big bag of endo 

Known as the chronic Skinny's got some shit to make you bitches jump 

On it so we flaunt a little heaven cause we're rollin' with Devon 

Let her blow on the dice you know they're comin' up sevens 

We've got the game that they want to claim 

Such a shame to see the jealousy and envy they display.

Bring the boom boom boom and a thump thump thump 

When I jump to the forefront you're gonna get stomped 

And I peep and I creep and I get with takin' no shorts 

Not going out in a shit fit so I step from the waste of time 

I'm on to your game yeah you won't waste mine 

I got it to go so I'm rollin' wit the 40 malt 

Jumpin' the ride lay some rubber on the asphalt 

Skinny says to me I think you're movin' too fast Jay 

Hunt for the blunt so we could front on the ashtray 

Bring that 2 4 6 8 we will annihilate 

You're trippin' on my game 

I could see your eyes dilate 

We've got the game they want to claim 

Such a shame to see the jealously and envy they display. 

I call this microphone the throne I own 

I been callin' it home since the rock was a stone 

So what ya gonna do to me rhyme is nothing new to me 

Been rockin' this motherfucker way before puberty 

Quite a long time by now you know my rhyme is like a guillotine 

Decapitating those who take what's rightfully mine 

I'm insane the name of the game 

Factual thoughts obtain that outta slaughter 

Your brain now I'm gonna attack in fact I'm on a jack 

Tip grip the mic in the ring and let the rhyme rip 

And tear beware no bandwagons in the dragon's lair 

I came here seeking new frontier 

Got game motherfucker mad game mad game 

Insane motherfucker insane insane