Game Ain`t Fuckin With You Lyrics

Ain`t Fuckin With You Lyrics

"Ain't Fuckin With You"



[Intro]

That T.M. shit, that T.M.
shit

Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that shit

That T.M. shit –
Game!



[Chorus: unknown singer (The Game)]

I don't care that
you lookin like Beyonce on her best day

(I ain't fuckin wit'chu)

You got your high heels on and your body feel warm but tonight

(I ain't
fuckin wit'chu)

You got your hair did right and your panties too tight but
tonight

(I ain't fuckin wit'chu)

Could be another night, girl, but
tonight

(I ain't fuckin wit'chu)



[The Game]

I'm tired
of playin your games, you pissin me off

I'm watchin LeBron so holla when
this shit go off

You say I be trippin but really it's you that be
gone

Always bringin up Tanisha be givin me dome

I ain't tryin to
hear that, I'm just tryin to chill

So chill, like Chamillionaire or Mike
Jones grill

All in front of my flat screen, True Religion black jeans

Dancin like Ciara, I ain't Bow Wow or 50

Tryin to get me but I back out,
I could blow your back out

Lay you down, put it in the hole, like
Stackhouse

We used to hit midtown, throwin all them stacks out

Run
through the Louis Vuitton store and clean the racks out

Used to feel
good, when I watch your Porsche back out

You bought Keyshia Cole album,
now you tryin to act out

Flippin like a Sidekick, tell me what is that
'bout?

You can't take the heat, get the fuck up out of Shaq house

Black out



[Chorus]



[The Game]

Bitch, I'm
rollin 21's and over

Not the club, the dubs on that platinum Range
Rover

My neck's so iced out, my wrists so shined up

I make hoes
line up, see a pole climb up

Brown sugar or light skin, black or white
skin

If she could drop it low then she could be my night friend

Or
my one night stand, if she got a nice tan

Before I leave I cut the light
off of your nightstand

Back to the house, my girl wanna have real sex

Nah, I keep my kids like Britney Spears' ex

Take her back to the future,
I ain't even here yet

And that line was fly, bitch I'm a Leer jet



[Chorus]



[The Game]

Stop playin girl, stop
playin

Stop playin girl, stop playin!

Stop playin girl, stop
playin

I said stop playin, you better stop playin

'Fore I break you
off like a Kit Kat, you know I wanna hit that

Banana split that, but a
real nigga had to sit back

Cause that's what we do, when girls be with
the chit-chat

Every mornin on "The View", them girls be with the
chit-chat

Enough with all the riff-raff, let me see your cat walk

I'm old school, Garfield, I can make your cat talk

But I'm a gangsta,
so I'ma back off

Keyshia and DMX, I'll leave yo' ass with that
thought

For real



[Chorus]



[Outro]

That
T.M. shit, uh-huh, that T.M. shit

Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that
shit

That T.M. shit – Game!