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letra de man's g.a.m.e. - sin loc

verse 1:

i put the pedal to the metal, smashin’ on this mothaf-cka, plenty of (inaudible: real jeans), (inaudible: not again) skinny jeans, just 501 levi’s and mothaf-cking d-ckies, i said 501 levi’s and mothaf-cking d-ckies
put the hub on the map, never scared to scr-p, but if a mothaf-cka fool then i’m givin’ you dap, act a mothaf-ckin’ fool then it’s all in your cap, we ain’t playin’ with this shit here nigga, brains in your lap
load this mothaf-cka up like a cellphone app, load this mothaf-cka up like a cellphone app, get your mothaf-ckin’ choke on while others get their drink on, finna go piss nigga go handle your shit. ain’t a d-mn thing changed, what the streets in (inaudible: bang), don’t be making no money but niggas still wanna hang, get to offerin’ jobs these niggas still won’t change, just be letting them other niggas control their brain, that’s why…

chorus:

i do the man’s thing, show these boys a man’s game, f-ck shaggin’ my pants where my nuts already hang. (x4)

verse 2:

don’t ever push me to the limit or (inaudible: crip), your lifeline will get lost, don’t you ever forget? this compton streets mothaf-cka, hell yeah we’ve been suffering, tryna hold back the next guns, to k!llin’ off the loved ones. evaporatin’ in these mothaf-cking streets, somebody’s love that got k!lled, now here comes the white sheet, domes that got peeled, and bled out on the concrete, all i really know is the funeral is comin’ next week
a d-mn shame but the streets won’t change especially comin’ up in you half-raised, and all you know is g-ngb-ng, a dumb b-tch and a nigga that’s (inaudible: flipped), don’t got no mothaf-cking business havin’ kids and shit. that’s real, i dedicate this to the real mothaf-ckin’ struggle, people losin’ that love (inaudible: for they suffer as well as others), what the devil waitin’ in hell ready to f-ck a mothaf-cka, police, guns and (inaudible: war found), and sending mothaf-ckas to jail

chorus:

i do the man’s thing, show these boys a man’s game, f-ck shaggin’ my pants where my nuts already hang. (x4)

verse 3:

i’m givin’ credit to my mothaf-ckin’ self ’cause i ain’t never too (inaudible: hard-wild), to ask god for some help. throughout my life it’s been some f-cked up shit, and i ain’t never seen to be able to get all over it. i blame that shit on my self mothaf-cka, now i’m (inaudible: mannin’ up) to do right and say f-ck no to the other. that’s just the way it is, roll up into the day it is, finna pull the pistols won’t you squab with this business nigga. put down the cannon, we can do this two-handed, at the end of the day nigga, we’re someone standin’, only difference it might be, is your left got you right-handed, bullshit to share and misunderstand it
it’s grown man shit, make a hundred grand shit, all for the day i’m ’bout to make it to the (inaudible: clip shit), that’s how i’m (inaudible: knowin’) do your drinkin’ and your smokin’ and if is a mic get (inaudible: ball) then do some mothaf-cking flowin’

chorus:

i do the man’s thing, show these boys a man’s game, f-ck shaggin’ my pants where my nuts already hang. (hangin’…) (x4)

- sin loc

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