Game Nice Lyrics

Nice Lyrics

(Intro)

Ayo Earv...

Fuck is wrong with these niggas man?

Talkin' 'bout i ain't a fuckin' MC...

I've been at this shit for seven
years nigga..

Eight times platinum nigga...

Two Bentleys..

One Lambo, and three houses later motherfucker, wassup!



(Verse
1)

Nah, this ain't no fuckin' Dre beat, i got this from Earv Gotti

Game back on his shit, i'm enemies with urr'body

Game cook crack,
transform to Yayo

The new Suge Knight nigga, 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 s-s-s-step aside the twenty-six inch

You see my rims, they
bigger than Bow Wow

Get money, fuck bitches, 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 you pardon, nigga we can get
it started

If you ain't Nas or the nigga on the Third Carter

My
happy face is Kenneth Supreme mugshot

When it's goin' down, who gon' stop
the Blood clott





(Chorus)

Throw yo' hands up it's that
gangsta shit

All the homies goin' crazy when they bump my shit

Go
ahead and hate on my click

Got a couple words for you niggas, suck my
dick

You strapped - That's right

Gangbangin' - Fo' life

Little drama - That's life

Hit 'em up! - Nice!

It's that gangsta
shit

All the homies goin' crazy when they bump my shit



(Verse 2)

Nigga i'm'a throw back, you already know that

Got swag
and i'm street, picture the nigga hold strap

And it's the rock, right in
my fuckin' sock

Die from my chain why? So i can go fuck 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 fuckin' with Game, he
crazy

and he's 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 bitch, flyin' in with the
things

My shorty is a ten, ????????????????????????

The life of a
gangsta in Cali is too short

So i might as well find me a burb in New
York



(Chorus)

Throw yo' hands up it's that gangsta shit

All the homies goin' crazy when they bump my shit

Go ahead and hate on
my click

Got a couple words for you niggas, suck my dick

You
strapped - That's right

Gangbangin' - Fo' life

Little drama -
That's life

Hit 'em up! - Nice!

It's that gangsta shit

All
the homies goin' crazy when they bump my shit





(Verse 3)

Man you know, i dont give a fuck, and i dont give a shit

any drama im
locked on, like a red nose pig

Keep shootin' them cap guns, with the red
nose tips

Ask some Cali niggas come out and dead those strips

Don't
give fuck if you though nigga, or you buff nigga

My fo-five weigh three
pounds and it will snuff niggas

Hop out the truck, with the guns so
long

That the bullets jump out, and ask whats goin' on?

What the
fuck can i say, i grew up a bastard

Got sick of the Impala, so i threw up
for Aston

I pop big shit, 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 tryin' protest

bully of the block,
why?

'Cause they got me top five

It's fo' niggas better than me,
nigga stop lyin'



(Chorus)

Throw yo' hands up it's that
gangsta shit

All the homies goin' crazy when they bump my shit

Go
ahead and hate on my click

Got a couple words for you niggas, suck my
dick

You strapped - That's right

Gangbangin' - Fo' life

Little drama - That's life

Hit 'em up! - Nice!

It's that gangsta
shit

All the homies goin' crazy when they bump my shit





(Outro)

News...

Niggas better know what the fuck they dealin'
with

when they dealin' with what they fuckin' dealin' with..

You
dealin' with a fuckin' animal man...

Gotti'll tell you nigga...

Both the guys nigga...

You can bring John Gotti back too nigga...

He'll tell you nigga...

I'm gangsta nigga...

I was murdered inc
before anything man...

Black Wall Street, Murder Inc man...

Before
i was a Dr. Dre i was a Earv Gotti nigga...

When i was runnin' around
with P. Diddy in Atlanta..

Slappin' asses nigga...

Mario Winans
know what it is nigga...

Mix bitches all up in the ??? on P Street
nigga...

Been gettin' money nigga...

Seven years strong
nigga...

Two platinum albums nigga...

'Bout to be three...

Ey
nigga...

That's a motherfuckin' hip-hop ménage á trois, BITCH!