Game Tight Lyrics

Game Tight lyrics

f/ Lay Lo, Low-G







[Verse 1: Max Mannili]



Nigga I'ma hustla by nature not by law



Trick suck a Lay Lo ass nigga



Put my dick in ya jaw



I play it raw



Got a lifetime of game from my Pa



Can make the ground shake beatin up in my car



For shhhh



I'ma do my thang till I can't no mo



And tell them hoes like Low bitch you already know



Max and Von go together like D's and V's 



And went from Z"s to ki's



On the block wit the G's



A young nigga so cold I make the microphone freeze



I hit my lick in threes



You know stackin my cheese



Fuck for ssshhheeezz



Let me tell you bout this Lay Lo crushed out shit



The only niggas wit dat thirty-two ounce shit



That make yo titties bouce shit



To give Mannili some score and ride yo dog ass clean the hell out shit



Then I'ma stretch my hustle out like elastic



SO fuck goin for broke at the Bayou Classic



Cause in early ninety-nine



Shit got drastic



Buster still owe me feddi



And he gone end up with his ass kicked



Late ninety-nine



Niggas started rappin like me



But in two G



C gone come up off my samplin fee







[Chorus: Max Mannili]



Cause I'ma nigga that's so tight game tight



Ya holla fo me say my name right name right



I do my hustlin on my block my block



And kill that beef shit wit my glock non stop



Don't fuck around nigga



So tight game tight



Ya holla fo me say my name right name right



I do my hustlin on my block my block



And kill that beef shit wit my glock non stop



Don't fuck around nigga







[Verse 2: J-Von and Low-G]



Well let me tell you bout them Lay Lo boys



They stay crushin



All night and all day hustlin



It's plain to see we straight thuggin



But don't say nuthin



I aint tryin to blow my calm state



We just blazed the el grande



Blige of Ganja



Some atomic bombay



Me, Rasheed, Hap, and Low-G watch out fo the po p's



Smoke black by the ways to snatch mo cheese



We still Low-G



We still duck off layin low key



Shippin that D from 225 to siete, uno, three



Man you know me maan I'm J-Von



Crack necks like pecans



Sewin up the whole south region



Totin a fire arm in each palm



Tellin em bring the beef on



Better not be home



Ya never see us



We touch ya sleepin and cut ya breathin supply



Disrespect and ya die



Do what I do to get by



Hoes still think that my shit shy



Strap a nine and lets ride



Do the job and survive



Then hall ass back to the Dope House 



Count cheese and get high







[Low-G]



Si mon



Es el pelom de Houston



Max Mannili, Rasheed, and my nigga J-Von



Didn't I tell you just to leave my ass alone



No hai perdon



Rippin your heart wit the microphone



Mamacita



Yo te dedico esta cancion.



Y ya no llores si estoy laqueado



En la prison



Dia dia



Y ano ano



Si tusupireras



COMO TE EXTRANO



Y no medigas que no







[Chorus]







[Verse 3: Rasheed]



We in that Lay Lo Lay Lo



Gotta get dat mudafuckin papo papo



That's how the game go



Low-G Low-G



My partna know me know me



Keep it real mudafuckashow me



It's ya boy Rasheed Rasheed



Blazin da bong weed



Let me proceed let me proceed



Oh yes indeed



Because I got it



Nigga got it



Betta get that million dolla platinum earing



Ugh ha ha ha ha ha ha



I'm wit da South Park South Park



Talkin bout dat Mexican



Happy P Happy P



Don't want no plexican



Big B



Put it down for all the engineering



Break it down break it down



What you people are hearin



Currency currency



Gotta get that cash flow cash flow



Like my homie Fidel Castro Castro



Keep it real for the new millenium llinium



Fuck wit me then we'll bury em







[Chorus]