Game Dope Game Lyrics

Dope Game Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]

Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin'

I run it
myself like a quarterback option

I pitch her ten G's tell a bitch to go
shoppin'

She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a
chopper

See niggas tryna kick it but no I don't play soccer

I'm all
about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker

A package on the way you know
my whip game proper

And off of one key I see seventy thousand dollars

Now I was shootin' dice smokin' on a joint

I bet with Yo Gotti he hit
five straight points

We over here hustlin' we over here grindin'

You rap about money and a nigga might sign you

Rap about me and a nigga
might find you

Banana in your ass with your head right behind you

Dope game bitch let his mama worry about him

You could holla at me or
Feat



[The Game]

As if he fuckin' come at us with real murder
shit

John Mohammed Lee Malvo when me and the kid split

Surgical when
I'm in a convertible state of mind

Lock me in the pen watch the murder
rate decline

I'll do mine like Shyne soon as I hit the bricks

You
better have fake on that Bad Boy shit

I got niggas that'll kidnap kids to
get dough

And dress up like SpongeBob in a six-four

It's fucked up
what they did so I'm on one knee

God bless the brother of rich fo'

Ain't no love lost I'm still Don sippin'

Readin' the LA Times and Louis
Vuitton slippin'

Sittin' behind bars for the simple fact that the

Hip Hop police is drivin' behind Scar's

Air Force One's in the Bentley
GT

It's the reason I'm still rap's MVP



[Malice]

Ugh..
so much glamour that I can't stand the

Bright from the ice the chain
xenon lamp ya

Impression in your mind like a freeze-frame camera

The white tee tight like you seen on Pampers

What's under the couch
probably free off santa

Whatever it cost baby we got answers

Line
outside full of jojo dancers

We Got It 4 Cheap that's the re-up
anthem

By far the coldest '06 Lotus 

Zero to sixty hokus-pokus

The feds don't know so they stick they noses

While we off the coast
proposin' toast-es

Hoes and mo' shit the family close-knit

And deep
like the who too you cockroaches

Just like the flow the fo's ferocious

I'll tuck you in homie buenas noches