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letra de we gorillaz - the game

ft. juice

(game)f-ck you f-ggot -ss n-gg-s… my alb-m done. it’s friday and i aint got sh-t to do. here the breakdown.

(game & juice back & forth)
f-ck you n-gg-, f-ck your click
the whole world gettin tired of that g-g-switch
f-ck fif.. no you can’t say that,
do_______ in a drive maybach’s. (naw n-gg-)
well black wall say f-ck ’em all n-gg-,
let them shots fly & pour out the hard liquor.
they say the 40 oz make the gr-ss grow,
& when we hit the corner we spittin like jaz-o.
jaz-o? that n-gg- taught jigga how to rhyme,
he aint teach jigga how to rhyme, _____ bar for bar n-gg- line for line.
me & juice go back like the hands of time
rewind. back in az bangin az
sugarhill in the cutl-ss with no ac
ac like green for the lakers,
4-5 on ya chest, red beam for the haters.
(haters)spittin cr-p like vegas,
throwin chips out, try stackin paper.
smash through jacobs, cuffs on the cases
open it up, im just cleanin my bracelets.
time for a facelift, change up the bezel,
ya elevator goin down, not on my level.
penthouse sleepin, moorehouse freakin,
compton to hampton, we back for the weekend.
we leave n-gg-s leakin like water in the projects,
& my flow hot like water in the projects.
we on the 5th floor hangin like brothaman,
its a new jack city, im duttaman.
we from the gutta man, did i stu-stutta man,
benjamin franklin in a chokehold, rubberband.
i got it, luis vutton wallet,
no cash, that’s -ss, the black card is silent.
all black like the bentley coupe,
hop in, i’ll show you b-tch what the bentley do.
v-12 im simply the truth,
& my name aint mic im the m-th-f-kin booth.
poof, get lost m-th-f-ka,
still mad that my team lost at the rucker.
there go ashanti, where she at? i’ll f-ck her,
i thought you like rhianna? i came 4 the drama.
wut about missy? n-gg- you can miss me,
i’ll take paris, you take nicole richie.
naw they too prissy. what about when we was backstage wit olivia? i smelled somethin fishy.
360 like vince for the nets,
if u pinched hit the fence.cops comin gotta jet
jet, like a g-4 n-gg-,
juice blowin up like c-4 n-gg-.
want a war n-gg-, it’s me and 4 n-gg-s,
at ya peep hole wit the 44 n-gg-.
look out ya window, see more n-gg-s,
be atcha back door, take a detour n-gg-.
run in ya house, put a gun in ya mouth,
make sure she can’t play me put 1 in his spouse.
oh sh-t, we out, 2 villans on the move,
spittin harder that ll with crush groove.
we new school, but we ol school gangstas,
peace to ja rule and payback for w-nksta.
hot rod step back im anxious,
ill shank ya after you jook buck and banks..uh.
b-dub-s it’s time to change up,
drinks on us tonight, put ya change up.
and ya chains up, we gorillas in the club,
we’ll f-ck you orangatangs up.
welcome to the jungle. aw man,
you aint ready to swing wit tarzan.
we go hard like elephant tusks,
& you n-gg-s peanuts, you can never be us.
(whoo-ha) we on a level with buss,
like papoose when the gat loose, slay wut up.
3 wheel motion when the trey lift up,
i got a new west coast n-gg-, dre look up.
juice m-th-f-cka, got the game shook up,
protege of the n-gg- wit tha flamin chucks.
(wut) time to stake my name n-gg- back up,
n-gg-s get racked up, b-tches get smacked up.
az’s own,n-gg-s know wut im about,
backstage bodyguard, knockin n-gg-s out.
holdin up chronic on ya magazine cover,
next month im on the front solo m-th-f-cka.
45 in the polo m-th-f-cka,
all chrome on the low-low m-th-f-cka.
gotta let em know m-th-f-cka,
u jermaine dupri n-gg-s rhymin soso m-th-f-cka.
& for u old m-th-f-ckas & u slow m-th-f-ckas,
this is not a low blow m-th-f-cka.
grey hair, you gettin old m-th-f-cka,
so stay there,im bout to blow m-th-f-cka.
all over the globe m-th-f-cka,i kick sh-t
like brandon lee in the crow m-th-f-cka.
and we freestyle sh-t just for fun,
u n-gg-s doin drive-bys with a paintball gun.
n-gg-s don’t wanna get the war started,
_____ way quickest make a way better target.
n-gg- missed me with that ice cream sh-t,
unless you lickin ice cream off my d-ck.
i used 2 walk thru da hood wit a bag of bricks,
when the world thought kim was a nasty b-tch.
10 years later we kick cl-ssic sh-t,
we aint negotiatin nothin we crawlin thru ya fence,
fallin thru ya ceillin wit a squad full of killas. juice let em know wuts up.
yo game we gorillas.

(game)aye juice, you gotta stop dissin n-gg-s man.
(juice)man f-ck that.
(game)nah man, you gotta listen to me man, you gotta stop dissin these n-gg-s.
(juice) man f-ck that.
(game)im tellin u man, that sh-t aint gon get you nowhere man. you gotta stop dissin n-gg-s.
(juice)man f-ck that.
(game)alright n-gg- you gon learn. keep on bein hard headed.
(juice)g-g-g-g-g-g-g-unot.
(game) hahaha. n-gg- you a rookie. n-gg- don’t even know how to say that sh-t right. f-ck it. it wasn’t me. b-dub-s…b-tch!

- the game

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