Game Lyrics

Game lyrics

Intro 

 

 *guy toking and coughing up* 

 [$hort] Freddy B! 

 [Fred B] Wuz up $hort? 

 [$hort] Ai, y'know they been waitin on this ol' school game 

 Let's bring that game back! 

 [Fred B] Like game one thru five? 

 [$hort] Yeah nigga, just like we use to do it! 

 [Fred B] Well check this out 

 

 Game! Is the shit 

 Like what? A rat-haired bitch 

 

 Verse 1: Old School Freddy B 

 

 I was sittin at my home, all alone 

 Thinkin 'bout bitches I use to bone 

 Tight young bitches, I can't deny 

 Rat-haired bitches, I can't lie 

 The bitch had body is all I know 

 Only 18 but looked twenty-fo' 

 Her name was Bitch, class of '92 

 Skyline High and the shit was cool 

 Took her to my house, Moms was gone 

 Turned off the light, unplugged the phone 

 The bitch said "Fred, I hearda you 

 Anything you want, I will do" 

 I dropped my drawers, dick all swoll 

 She couldn't believe the position was pole 

 In and out, out and in 

 I used the bitch like a ATM 

 G'd the bitch like the one and only 

 Bust two nuts and called her phony 

 She couldn't believe what I said 

 The next thing you know she was on my head 

 Suckin the dick like it's suppose to be done 

 Rat-haired bitch make me cum 

 Freddy B that's the name 

 Rat-haired bitches, I got game 

 

 [$hort] Cos Game 

 [Fred B] That's the shit 

 [$hort] Like what? (Like what?) 

 [Fred B] A nasty bitch 

 

 Verse 2: Short Dawg 

 

 I like to fuck a nasty bitch 

 Witta big fat ass and shit 

 First lay, dick gettin sucked 

 Bitch don't give a fuck 

 Cos real players run that game 

 When I fuck that bitch she won't be the same 

 Cos when Short Dawg run up in it 

 Fuck a bitch for about 30 minutes 

 Real player-like, straight to the point 

 Bust a nut while I'm smokin a joint 

 Stop fuckin, still smokin 

 Lay my dick on her lips, say "Open!" 

 Ain't nuttin like a nasty bitch 

 Acting all fast and shit 

 Bitch just love to flirt 

 When I see her at the club, I'll be puttin in work 

 Feelin on her ass at the bar 

 Let's get a room, girl it ain't too far 

 On the way, y'know what happened? 

 She sucked my dick while I was rappin 

 I just couldn't resist 

 I couldn't hold back, I said "BEEYATCH!" 

 

 [Fred B] Game! 

 [$hort] All I do is stack 

 [Fred B] Like what? 

 [$hort] A motherfuckin mack! 

 

 Verse 3: Old School Freddy B 

 

 My Copue DeVille is all white 

 Yes bitch, it's hella tight 

 Crush blue velvet, gameless game 

 White on white wit tha gold thangs 

 Bounce tp the spot, check my crap 

 Wash, wax, straight on fat 

 The bass on heat everytime I ride 

 A long haired bitch on the passenger side 

 Mackin on the cellular phone 

 I can't be stopped, 50 G's strong 

 Fred Benz, Freddy B 

 Oaktown, a bitch don't sleep 

 A motherfuckin mack that's what I am 

 Taxin a bitch like Uncle Sam 

 She pays the tax, Fred Benz' the pimp 

 16 G's put the bitch in 

 No ordinary game, just give it and take 

 East Oakland can't be fake 

 I slapped the bitch, the money was short 

 Macked on the bitch and now she knows 

 Fred Benz baby, the game is fat 

 Ask these bitches, I'm a mack 

 

 [$hort] Game! 

 [Fred B] Is like ridin vogues 

 [$hort] Like what? 

 [Fred B] Breakin hos 

 

 Verse 4: Short Dawg 

 

 Breakin hos day and night 

 They call me Shorty The Pimp, my game is tight 

 I never do give hos slack 

 I'm like Fred Benz, I'ma mack 

 So bitch break yourself 

 I'm an Oaktown nigga, I'll take your wealth 

 Cos that's what I was raised to do 

 Break these bitches, get payed fool 

 Y'know Short Dawg ain't afraid and hurt 

 Any bitch I get, you can't take her 

 Cos the game is fool-proof 

 Bet'cha momma say I'm tellin ya true 

 So won't you pay the man 

 Hundred dollar bills all in my hand 

 While I break you bitches 

 Tell a story 'bout ridin with bitches 

 'Bout these pimp ass niggas from The O 

 We know just what to do with a ho 

 Take her where the tricks get laid 

 Where the hos get paid 

 You need a pimp, bitch give me a call 

 I drop the top in my El Dawg 

 

 [$hort] Cos Game 

 [Fred B] It's the shit 

 [$hort] Like what? 

 [Fred B] Like a bitch 

 

 Outro 

 

 [Fred B] Ai, Short Dawg? 

 [$hort] Wuz up Fred? 

 [Fred B] I ain't smokin no more dank wit no more bitches 

 [$hort] Hell naw nigga 

 Bitch wanna smoke a 20 sack, sge got to spend 20 

 KnowhutI'msayin? 

 [Fred B] If the bitch wanna 50, what she gotta do $hort? 

 [$hort] She gotta do me, you and the whole crew, he hah 

 [Fred B] And my nigga PO too! 

 [$hort] Hey, y'know what? Freddy B..... 

 [Fred B] What's that baby? 

 [$hort] And Too $hort. We go way back man! 

 1981, Freemont High School 

 We the two niggas who invented the word 'BEEYATCH!' 

 [Fred B] BEEYATCH! 

 [$hort] Hey wait wait wait. BEEYATCH!