Game Too Much Lyrics

Too Much Lyrics

I'm from the old hood, somethin' like your hood

Where *** don't know good

Or know Suge, but the *** good

So we rock it like Tracy McGrady

Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes



I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the '80s

So that mean, me, Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy, all *** babies

And it's evident my flow is heaven sent

First LP on the same shelf as the veterans



I can't be *** like a ***

I'm to hip hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans

I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest

Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed



Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me

All you other *** used to be good like Ken Griffey

I'm on fire like the tip of a ***

On fire like a *** that let it drip for a month



I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it bump

Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk

I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man

*** in the trunk man, call me the front man



Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk

Too many *** in the world not to ***

Too much *** in the studio not to roll it up

And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump



You look like you mad as *** but who cares?

Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare

Don't know how much attention you pay

You better be ready to die in this game



I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef, clown

My son three now

And I've been watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' beats now

Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town

I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go down



*** I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo' pounds

*** this the Wild Wild West, call it a showdown

And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig

I come back from the dead, tell 'em *** me again



Put my head on the ***, dare a ****

I'm gangsta, took more *** than Tookie

I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie

Roll a California *** and keep watchin' the movie



Inspired by this *** since I was two

I brought the West Coast back, what the *** you do?

I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man

*** in the trunk man, call me the front man



Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk

Too many *** in the world not to ***

Too much *** in the studio not to roll it up

And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump



You look like you mad as *** but who cares?

Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare

Don't know how much attention you pay

You better be ready to die in this game



Drive fast, both hands on the dash

Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash

It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out

Roll the *** windows down, let the bass out



*** drop the top on whatever in

*** let your ponytail blow in the wind

Inhale the *** blow out dollar signs

*** you could drive a Bentley if only in your mind



Four doors, leather and wood

Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood

And I keep a chrome *** under my hood

So if I die, *** bury me under my hood



Who had the hottest *** in the game, wearin' they chain?

Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane

Long as my family straight, read this at my wake

I gave 'em 'The Documentary' and they scraped the plate



Twenty magazine covers, *** look at his fate

I cannot, will not ever be replaced

'Coz I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man

*** in the trunk man, call me the front man



Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk

Too many *** in the world not to ***

Too much *** in the studio not to roll it up

And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump



You look like you mad as *** but who cares?

Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare

Don't know how much attention you pay

You better be ready to die in this game



He wolfin' a lot of *** he look scared

You can't find your girl, she right here

I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare

'Sides there's way too many *** in here