http://lyricsbond.com Latest Lyrics of Soundtracks, Bands and Artist en-us Copyright (C) 2010 lyricsbond.com Album Oh! by SNSD http://lyricsbond.com/Oh!-lyrics-SNSD http://downloadsongslyrics.com/images/artist/thumb/Oh!16767.jpg http://lyricsbond.com/Oh!-lyrics-SNSD Sat, 30 Nov 2019 00:00:00 Hey boys, no more worries, put on a smile for me
Hey girls, no pain no gain is what they say, right
Ok, no need to stress, ok, brush it off your chest
Through the rain there's a brighter day, don't worry be happy

Eojireo wo jukgesseo mwoga geuri mari manha
Mom seori seori chyeo jineun inal jombwa
Nuga meonjeo geuman jom hae jogeum man chama gwaen chanha
I'm sorry, sorry nuga meonjeo malhaebwa

Ooh, boys, ooh, girls, be happy, hey, be happy, hey
Ooh, boys, ooh, girls, be happy, hey, be happy, ha

Ireo kung jeoreo kung mwoga geuri mari manha
Oh, utja utja geunyang useo beorija
Iraera jeoraera apeun mareun haji mara
Oh, utja utja geunyang useo beorija

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho geunyang utja
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho geunyang utja
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho geunyang utja
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho geunyang utja

Hey boys, gogae sugiji malgo geunyang keuge useobwa
Hey girls, jjajeung nago dap daphaedo it's gonna be alright
Smile for me, alright, smile for me, alright
Through the rain there's a brighter day, don't worry be happy

Saram deuri moduga apeudago ureodo
Oh, dori dori jal dwelgeoya gwaen chanha
Apeudago datumyeon jeongmari geon ani janha
Nae soni soni anirago hajanha

Ooh, boys, ooh, girls, be happy, hey, be happy, hey
Ooh, boys, ooh, girls, be happy, hey, be happy, ha

Ireo kung jeoreo kung mwoga geuri mari manha
Oh, utja utja geunyang useo beorija
Iraera jeoraera apeun mareun haji mara
Oh, utja utja geunyang useo beorija

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho geunyang utja
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho geunyang utja
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho geunyang utja
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho, ho geunyang utja

Don't worry, worry, don't, don't worry baby
Be happy, hey, be happy, hey
Don't worry, worry, don't, don't worry baby
Be happy, hey, be happy, ha

Ireo kung jeoreo kung mwoga geuri mari manha
Oh, utja utja geunyang useo beorija
Iraera jeoraera apeun mareun haji mara
Oh, utja utja geunyang useo beorija

Ireo kung jeoreo kung mwoga geuri mari manha
Oh, utja utja geunyang useo beorija
Iraera jeoraera apeun mareun haji mara
Oh, utja utja geunyang useo beorija]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Be_Happy/lyrics/SNSD Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Jessica)I want to see your sign, everything I want,
Everybody take it to the shining star

(VERSE I)
(Tiffany)Ginga minga ni sogeul moreu gesseo
(Key)(Nado neol moreugesseo jeongmal)
(Yoona)Neon hwaseonge seo ondeut malhago isseo
(Key)(Nan niga geum seogeseo on geot gata)
(SeoHyun)Eodinga moreuge urin jupasuga dalla

(VERSE II)
(Yuri)Algo shipeo niga mwol wonhaneunji
(Key)Nado neol algo shipeo jeongmal
(SooYoung)Andal haneun naega mwo isang hani
(Key)Neo ttaeme nado jeongmal jogeuphae jyeo
(Jessica)Ireon nae moseube feel-i kkothyeotdeon geon neoya

(REFRAIN)
(HyoYeon)Naega wonhaneun de
(Sunny)nareul baraneunde
(HyoYeon)Wae neon cave soge
(Sunny)honja itgil barae
(HyoYeon)Joha handan mari
(Sunny)mwoga eoryeop dago
(TaeYeon)Neon tto wae ireohke nareul jaeni

(CHORUS)
(ALL)Jiguye boys, boys, boys
And girls, girls, girls,
Urin neomu dareun geol
(TaeYeon)Sesang baneun namja tto baneun yeoja
(ALL)wegye incheoreom jigureul tathajiman
Boys, boys, boys and girls, girls, girls,
Ara nan neoppunin geol
(Tiffany)Tigyeok tae gyeokhaedo banjjak yagollado
(ALL)narulleo do eojjeom joha
(Jessica)nan niga joha

(VERSE III)
(TaeYeon)Neo ttaeme michyeo na
Michyeo na eotteokha ni
(HyoYeon)Wae geureohke jeongmal
Neo jeongmal nal gwerophini
(Sunny)Jalnan geotdo eobtneun
Neo ttaeme nan jeongmal dora

(REFRAIN)
(Yoona & SooYoung)Naega wonhaneun de
(SeoHyun)nareul baraneunde
(Yoona & SooYoung)Wae neon cave soge
(SeoHyun)honja itgil barae
(Yoona & SooYoung)Joha handan mari
(SeoHyun)mwoga eoryeop dago
(Jessica)Neon tto wae ireohke nareul jaeni

(CHORUS)
(ALL)Jiguye boys, boys, boys
And girls, girls, girls,
Urin neomu dareun geol
(Yuri)Sesang baneun namja tto baneun yeoja
(ALL)wegye incheoreom jigureul tathajiman
Boys, boys, boys and girls, girls, girls,
Ara nan neoppunin geol
(Sunny)Tigyeok tae gyeokhaedo banjjak yagollado
(ALL)narulleo do eojjeom joha
(Tiffany)nan niga joha

(BRIDGE)
(Yuri)Jom deo soljikha ge jom deo maeryeogit ge
(Jessica)Naega wonhan damyeon shikeu hameun beorigo
(TaeYeon)Jom deo gwagam hage ttaeron budeureopge
Geureohke nareul sarang haejwo

(CHORUS)
(ALL)Jiguye boys, boys, boys
And girls, girls, girls,
Urin neomu dareun geol
(HyoYeon)Sesang baneun namja tto baneun yeoja
(ALL)wegye incheoreom jigureul tathajiman
Boys, boys, boys and girls, girls, girls,
Ara nan neoppunin geol
(SeoHyun)Tigyeok tae gyeokhaedo banjjak yagollado
(ALL)narulleo do eojjeom joha
(TaeYeon)nan niga joha]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Boys_And_Girls/lyrics/SNSD Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Taeyeon)Nuneul tteumyeon dalkom han haessal
Shing geureo un fruit hyang heureugo
Mokaratte gadeuk dama jageun teraseuye anja
Geudael tteo ollimyeon

(Jessica)Nado mollae seumineun miso
Joheun ilman saenggil geot gata
Nugudo manjilsu eobtneun nae haruye seolleim deureul
Neukkyeo bojyo

(Seohyun)Uri kkiri miri heorak batjido anheun chae
Mallang georineun sarangeul haedo dweneun geonji
(Sunny)Hajiman mwo eottae mabeob cheoreom
Nal geot gateun gibun sumgil su eobseo

(Jessica)Oh day by day day by day naema eumdo
(Seohyun)Ni mamcheoreom sarangeuro chaewo neoheul ge
(Sunny)Cream cheoreom pogeun hage seoro wihae barabwayo
(Taeyeon)Hangsang joheun ilman saenggak haeyo

(Tiffany)Gakkeum sshigeun dattwotdeon iri
Naema eumeul apeuge haedo
Geudae meotjyeot deon moseub man gieoge namgyeo dun damyeon
Haengbok halsu itjyo

(Seohyun)Sagak sagak jinhan yeonpillo
Nae ireumeul sseugo itnayo
Sareureu noga beoril deut nal bara bodeon geu nunbicheul
Tteo ollyeo yo

(Sunny)Uri kkiri miri heorak batjido anheun chae
Mallang georineun sarangeul haedo dweneun geonji
(Jessica)Hajiman mwo eottae mabeob cheoreom
Nal geot gateun gibun sumgil su eobseo

(Taeyeon)Oh day by day day by day naema eumdo
(Seohyun)Ni mamcheoreom sarangeuro chaewo neoheul ge
(Jessica)Cream cheoreom pogeun hage seoro wihae barabwayo
Hangsang joheun ilman saenggak haeyo

(Taeyeon)Day by day day by day naema eumdo
Ni mamcheoreom sarangeuro chaewo neoheul ge
(Tiffany)Cream cheoreom pogeun hage (Jessica)seoro wihae
(Sunny)barabwayo
(Taeyeon)Hangsang joheun ilman saenggak haeyo]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Day_By_Day/lyrics/SNSD Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Yeong wonhi neowa kkum kkugo shipda

Gibun joheun barameul ttara nuni bushin jeoha neurarae
Areumdaun noraewa joheun hyanggiro gadeukhan neowa geotneun gil
Gieokha nicheo eum mannatdeon eosaekha go nasseon shigandeul
Seotulgo eoryeotdeon nal geujeo mareobshi jikyeojun nege gomawo

Jichyeo itdeon gaseumi dashi sumshigo
Ganan haejin ma eumi bicheul chajasseo
Yeong won torogireoh ke neowa duriseo kkumeul kkugo shipeo
Uri dul mane sesange sarang haneun nae saramgwa hamkke

Jjalpji anheun geu shigan dongan ijji mothal manheun gieok deul
Useumgwa nunmul soge eonjena nal mideojun geon baro neoyeosseo

Jichyeo itdeon gaseumi dashi sumshigo
Ganan haejin ma eumi bicheul chajasseo
Yeong won torogireoh ke neowa duriseo kkumeul kkugo shipeo
Uri dul mane sesange sarang haneun nae saramgwa hamkke

Amudo uril bang hae hajineun anha
Shigane jjotgyeo ya hari yudo eobseo
Uri gakkeum sshigeun, ttaeron meolli isseodo, gateun ma eumeuro
Gateun ma eum hanaro gateun kkumeul kkulsu itdamyeon

Aju oraen shigani heullYeong wonhi neowa kkum kkugo shipda

Gibun joheun barameul ttara nuni bushin jeoha neurarae
Areumdaun noraewa joheun hyanggiro gadeukhan neowa geotneun gil
Gieokha nicheo eum mannatdeon eosaekha go nasseon shigandeul
Seotulgo eoryeotdeon nal geujeo mareobshi jikyeojun nege gomawo

Jichyeo itdeon gaseumi dashi sumshigo
Ganan haejin ma eumi bicheul chajasseo
Yeong won torogireoh ke neowa duriseo kkumeul kkugo shipeo
Uri dul mane sesange sarang haneun nae saramgwa hamkke

Jjalpji anheun geu shigan dongan ijji mothal manheun gieok deul
Useumgwa nunmul soge eonjena nal mideojun geon baro neoyeosseo

Jichyeo itdeon gaseumi dashi sumshigo
Ganan haejin ma eumi bicheul chajasseo
Yeong won torogireoh ke neowa duriseo kkumeul kkugo shipeo
Uri dul mane sesange sarang haneun nae saramgwa hamkke

Amudo uril bang hae hajineun anha
Shigane jotgyeo ya hari yudo eobseo
Uri gakkeum shigeun taeron meolli iseodo gateun ma eumeuro
Gateun ma eum hanaro gateun kumeul kulsu itdamyeon

Aju oraen shigani heulleo jinaseo aju orae jinaseo
Neowa naye moseubi jogeum dallado jogeum dallado
Yeong won torogireoh ke neowa duriseo kumeul kkugo shipeo
Naye sowoni dwe eojun naye mideumi dwe eojun neowa

Aju oraen shigani heulleo jinaseo oraen shigani heulleoseo
Neowa naye moseubi jogeum dallado jogeumeun dareul jirado
Yeong won torogireoh ke neowa duriseo kumeul kugo shipeo
Naye gijeogi dwe eojun naye ku meulham ke haejun neowa

Oraen sewori heulleodo yeong wonhi neowa kum kkugo shipeo
A duriseo kumeul kkugo shipeo
Naye sowoni dwe eojun naye mideumi dwe eojun neowa

Aju oraen shigani heulleo jinaseo oraen shigani heulleoseo
Neowa naye moseubi jogeum dallado jogeumeun dareul jirado
Yeong won torogireoh ke neowa duriseo kumeul kugo shipeo
Naye gijeogi dwe eojun naye kku meulham kke haejun neowa

Oraen sewori heulleodo yeong wonhi neowa kum kugo shipeo]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Forever/lyrics/SNSD Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Tiffany) Ah! Listen Boy My First Love Story
(Jessica) My Angel and My Girls
My sunshine
Oh! Oh! let's go!

(Seohyun) Neomu neomu meotjyeo nooni nooni busyeo
Sumeul moht shigesseo tteollineun geol

Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby
Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby

(Tiffany) O neomu bukkeureoweo chyeodabol su eobseo
Saranghae ppajyeosseo sujubeun geol

Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby
Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby

(Sunny) Eotteoke hajyo (Yoona) (eotteokhajyo)
(Sunny) Tteullineun maeum (Yoona) (ddeuleeneun maeum)
(Sunny) (Dugeun dugeun dugeun dugeun) (Yoona) dugeundugeun georyeo
(Sunny & Yoona) bamen jamdo mot eerujyo

(Jessica) Naneun naneun babongabwayo
Geudae geudae bakke moleuneun babo
Geulaeyo geudael boneun nan

(All) Neomu banjjak banjjak nooni booshuh no no no no no
Neomu kkamjjak kkamjjak nollan naneun oh oh oh oh oh
Neomu jjarit jjarit momi ddeullyuh gee gee gee gee gee
O juhjeun nunbit (oh yeah~) oh joeun hyanggee (oh yeah yeah yeah~)

(Sunny) O neomu neomu yeppeo mami neomu yeppeo
Cheot nune banhaetseo kkok jjipeun gul

Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby
Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby

(Sooyoung) Neomuna ddewguhwuh manjil suga eopseo
Saranghae tabeoryeo hookkeunhan geol

Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby
Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby

(Seohyun) Eojjeomyeon joa (Hyoyeon) (eojjeomyeon joayo)
(Seohyun) Soojoobeun naneun (Hyoyeon) (soojoobeun naneunyo)
(Seohyun) (Molla molla molla molla) (Hyoyeon) mollahamyeo maeil
(Seohyun & Hyoyeon) geudaeman geurijyo

(Taeyeon) Chinhan chingudeureun malhajyo
Jeongmal neoneun jeongmal motmalryeo babo
Hajiman geudael boneun nan

(All) Neomu banjjak banjjak nooni booshuh no no no no no
Neomu kkamjjak kkamjjak nollan naneun oh oh oh oh oh
Neomu jjarit jjarit momi ddeullyuh gee gee gee gee gee
O juhjeun nunbit (oh yeah~) oh joeun hyanggee (oh yeah yeah yeah~)

(Yuri) Maldo mothaet geol
Neomu bukkeureoweo haneun nan

(Taeyeon) Yongiga eopneun geolkka
Eotteokhaeya joeun geolkka
(Taeyeon & Jessica) Dugeun dogeun mam jorimyeo barabogo itneun nan (ya~)

(All) Neomu banjjak banjjak nooni booshuh no no no no no
Neomu kkamjjak kkamjjak nollan naneun oh oh oh oh oh
Neomu jjarit jjarit momi ddeullyuh gee gee gee gee gee
O juhjeun nunbit (oh yeah~) oh joeun hyanggee (oh yeah yeah yeah~)

Neomu banjjak banjjak nooni booshuh no no no no no
Neomu kkamjjak kkamjjak nollan naneun oh oh oh oh oh
Neomu jjarit jjarit momi ddeullyuh gee gee gee gee gee
O juhjeun nunbit (oh yeah~) oh joeun hyanggee (oh yeah yeah yeah~)]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Gee/lyrics/SNSD Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (All) jeone aldeon naega anya
Brand New Sound
Saerowojin nawa hamkke
One More Round
Dance Dance Dance You'll be wrong This Time

oppa oppa I'll be I'll be Down Down Down Down

(Seohyeon) oppa najom bwa nareul jom barabwa
(Yoona) cheoeum iya ireon nae maltu Ha!
(Yuri) meorido hago hwajangdo haetneunde
(Jessica) wae neoman nareul moreuni

(Taeyeon) dugeun dugeun gaseumi tteollyeowayo
Jakku jakku sangsangman haneun georyo
(Sooyoung) eotteohge hana kotdae nopdeon naega
(Yoona) malhago sipeo

(ALL) Oh Oh Oh Oppareul saranghae
Ah ah ah ah manhi manhihae
(Sunny) sujubeuni jebal utji mayo
(Taeyeon) jinsim ini nollijido marayo
Tto babogateun mal ppunya

(All) jeone aldeon naega anya
Brand New Sound
Saerowojin nawa hamkke
One More Round
Dance Dance Dance 'Till we run this town

oppa oppa I'll be I'll be Down Down Down Down

(Jessica) oppa jamkkanman jamkkanman deureobwa
(Sunny) jakkuhan yaegineun malgo
(Sooyoung) dongsaengeuroman saenggakhajineun mara
(Hyoyeon) ilnyeondwimyeon huhoe halgeol

(Tiffany) molla molla nae mameun jeonhyeo molla
Nunchieoptge jangnanman chineungeoryo
(Hyoyeon) eotteohge hana I cheoreoptneun sarama
(Seohyeon) deureobwa jeongmal

(ALL) Oh Oh Oh Oppareul saranghae
Ah ah ah ah manhi manhihae
(Yuri) sujubeuni jebal utji mayo
(Yoona) jinsim ini nollijido marayo
(All) tto geureomyeon nan uljido molla

(All) jeone aldeon naega anya
Brand New Sound
Mwonga dareun oneulmaneun tteugeoun nan
Down Down Mirage The Find Now
Oppa oppa idaeroneun NoNoNoNo

(Jessica) Tell me boy boy love it it it it it ah!

(All) Oh Oh Oh Oppareul saranghae
Ah ah ah ah manhi manhihae
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oppareul saranghae
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah manhi manhihae

(Taeyeon) tto babo gateun malppunya

(All) Oh Oh Oh Oh
Ah ah ah ah
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oppareul saranghae
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah manhi manhihae
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oppareul saranghae
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah manhi manhi Oh]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Oh/lyrics/SNSD Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Show me, show me, show me, show me
Show me, show me, hurry, hurry

Jessica: Banjjak banjjak, oh, dugeun dugeun
Hana hana da mame deureo
Sunny: Han nune sseu euk jinachyeo bwado
Neo hanaman kkok nae seutairin geol

Yuri&Hyoyeon: Hush, hush, hush, neoye ma eumeul boyeojweo
Tiffany: Listen to me

Show me, show me
Yoona: aiko keuniriya,
Show me, show me
Seohyun: ije na yadan nasseo
Show me, show me
Sooyoung: jakku bogo shipeunde,
Hurry, hurry
Taeyeon: ajikdo moreugetni

Taeyeon: Uh-uh ireon jeongmal daedan hae
Ajjilha ge nege ppajyeo deureo
Seohyun: Subaek manbeon gomin haebwado
Tiffany: Nae shimjangeun automatic-in geol

Yoona&Sooyoung: Hush, hush, hush, neoye ma eumeul boyeojweo
Tiffany: Listen to me

Show me, show me
Yoona: aiko keuniriya,
Show me, show me
Seohyun: ije na yadan nasseo
Show me, show me
Yuri: ijen mameul boyeojweo,
Hurry, hurry
Hyoyeon: dagawa soksagyeo jweo

Taeyeon: Show me, show me, yeah, show me, baby,
Jessica: sumgiryeo haji malgo
Taeyeon: Eotteohke hanayo nal hondeulji marajweoyo
Tiffany: If you wanna be my boy, I'm gonna be with you forever and more
Jessica: Just tell me that you love me, I'll be there, right,
Tiffany: alright,
Jessica: just for you

Show me, show me (Taeyeon: Yeahhh)
Yoona: aiko keuniriya,
Show me, show me (Jessica: Show me)
Seohyun: ije na yadan nasseo
Show me, show me
Sooyoung: jakku bogo shipeunde,
Hurry, hurry
Taeyeon: ajikdo moreugetni

Show me, show me (Taeyeon: Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Tiffany: cuz I'm ready for you, (Taeyeon: Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Show me, show me
Sunny: neodo algo itjanha
Show me, show me (Taeyeon: Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Yuri: ijen mameul boyeojweo (Taeyeon: Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Hurry, hurry
Hyoyeon: dagawa soksagyeo jweo (Taeyeon: Ooooh... Yeah eh eh eh...)]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Show_Show_Show/lyrics/SNSD Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Yoona) Hana dul set tto hana dul set
Michi getda, byeol deura

(Taeyeon) Amuri chyeoda bwado niga boijil anha, oh baby
Du nune gadeuk goin nunmul ttaemune, da neo ttaemune
(Jessica) Beonjyeojin geulja wiro bichin uneun nae eolgeul, oh baby
Tto ulji mallago nal dajim haebwado, tto ureo

(Sooyoung) Na eotteokhae,
(Sunny) Molla eotteokhae eotteokhae
(Sooyoung) Na ireohke,
(Sunny) Molla michige ireohke
(Sooyoung) Da neo ttaeme,
(Sunny) Jeongmal neo ttaeme
(Sooyoung) Na amugeotdo halsu eobtjanha nan neol

(Tiffany) Byeol, byeol, byeol, byeolman keum saranghae
Watdeon geoya neoreul chaja jeo meolliseo neon shining star
(Sunny) Byeol, byeol, byeol byeol, mareul da haebwado
Pyohyeoni andwae jeongmal neomuna
Dap daphae ije nan eotteohke haeya hana

(Seohyun) Hana dul seyeo bwado kkeuti boijil anha, oh baby
Gaseume gadeuk damgin chu eok ttaemune, tto ni saenggage
(Tiffany) Mot dahan yaegil kkeonae honjat malppun irado, oh baby
Neol dollyeo dallago nal bonae dallago, ni gyeote

(Hyoyeon) Kkok butakhae,
(Sunny) Jjebal ireohke butakhae
(Hyoyeon) Kkok haneure,
(Sunny) Naye gidoreul haneure
(Hyoyeon) Nal wirohae,
(Sunny) Nareul wirohae
(Hyoyeon) Jundaneun neon eodiye itni jebal

(Yuri) Byeol, byeol, byeol, byeoldura malhaebwa
kkeut nangeoni geureon geoni dae daphae bwa utjiman malgo
(Taeyeon) Byeol, byeol, byeol, byeoldura butakhae
Dan hanbeon manira do nal nae sarang ni gyeote
Naragalsu itge haejwo

(Seohyun) Star, star, star,
(Taeyeon) Ooh baby, star, star, star, oh

(Seohyun) Nan neol byeol byeol byeol byeolman keum saranghae
Watdeon geoya neoreul chaja jeo meolliseo neon shining star
(Jessica) Byeol, byeol, byeol, byeol, mareul da haebwado
Pyohyeoni andwae jeongmal neomuna
Dap daphae ije nan eotteohke haeya hana]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Stars_Stars_Stars/lyrics/SNSD Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Eojet bam kkum soge neol bwasseo
Nunbushin eolgure meotjin mommae nae style ingeol
Ttoryeothan ni eolgeul ni pyojeong
Kkae eonaseo do saenggagi na go

I kkeullyeo gakkai waenji neukkyeojyeo
Gidae eobshi na gatdeon geu sogaeting
Kkume seo natanan niga nawasseo
Sesangeun slow motion

Oh, oh, oh, oh neon japhyeosseo
Neoreul gatgesseo jogeum sshik naegero wa
Oh, oh, oh, oh deo gakkai
Uri duriseo mujogeon happy ending

Uyeonhi gireseo neol bwasseo
Gwiyeo un nunbiche kiga keun neon nae style ingeol
Ttoryeothan ni eolgeul ni pyojeong
Jibe waseodo saenggagi na go

I kkeullyeo gakkai neukkyeojyeo
Chinguwa yaksokhaetdeon geu gireseo
Eodiseo bwatdeon niga seuchyeo jinaga
Sesangeun slow motion

Oh, oh, oh, oh neon japhyeosseo
Neoreul gatgesseo jogeum sshik naegero wa
Oh, oh, oh, oh deo gakkai
Uri duriseo mujogeon happy ending

Seoro wonhaneun geol nan arasseo
Urin jaseok gateun nikka
Seoro danggi neungeol nan arasseo
Urin jaseok gateu nikka

Naye maeryeoge neon ppajyeosseo, baby I know you
Ijen beoseo nalsu eobtneun geol, baby I love you

Oh, oh, oh, oh neon japhyeosseo
Kkumeul kkudeushi jamdeul myeo naegero wa
Oh, oh, oh, oh deo gakkai
Naege dagawa saranghae jwo, just get on

Oh, oh, oh, oh neon japhyeosseo
Neoreul gatgesseo jogeum sshik naegero wa
Oh, oh, oh, oh deo gakkai
Uri duriseo mujogeon happy ending
]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Stick_Wit_U/lyrics/SNSD Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Budam seureon shiseone
Moreun cheok deung dollyeo wemyeon haetjiman
Un myeong cheoreom cheot nune banhaeseo
Sarange ppajyeotdago

Cheo eumiya ireon naema eum
Jeongmal neo ppuniya

Waenji ppeon hago ppeon hanmal ppeon haji ai ai eojjeonji jinshimi bo ijiranha
Nae nuneul bwa jom deo soljikhage dangdang hage malhaebwa
Sesang fun hago fun hanmal fun haji ai ai eojjeoni gaseumi ttwijiga anha
Meorissoge mandeun malbodaneun nima eumeul yeoreo bwa

Haruyedo myeot beonsshik
Saranghae johahae bogo shipdan mal
Jing nan cheoreom ttaeron jinji hage
Neo hana ppunirago

Maeng sehalge ireon naema eum
Neoman sarang halge

Waenji ppeon hago ppeon hanmal ppeon haji ai ai eojjeonji jinshimi bo ijiranha
Nae nuneul bwa jom deo soljikhage dangdang hage malhaebwa
Sesang fun hago fun hanmal fun haji ai ai eojjeoni gaseumi ttwijiga anha
Meorissoge mandeun malbodaneun nima eumeul yeoreo bwa

Heunhae ppajin sarangiran ge shishi hage neukkyeo jyeo
Shipge manna shipge he eojineun geureon sarang ttawin gwanshim eobseo

Waenji ppeon hago ppeon hanmal

Waenji ppeon hago ppeon hanmal ppeon haji ai ai eojjeonji jinshimi bo ijiranha
Nae nuneul bwa jom deo soljikhage dangdang hage malhaebwa
Sesang fun hago fun hanmal fun haji ai ai eojjeoni gaseumi ttwijiga anha
Meorissoge mandeun malbodaneun nima eumeul yeoreo bwa]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Sweet_Talking_Baby/lyrics/SNSD Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (TIFFANY)
Coffee hanjan eottaeyo
Museun mareul hago shipnayo
Jeo seogyangeul dameun geudu
Nuni nal seollei gehae

(JESSICA)
Eotteon coffee-ga johayo
Nan deo geudael algo shipeunde
Naye ma eumsoge geudae neun
Dalkomhan caramel

(TIFFANY)
Geudaewa naranhi
Bal moyangeul matchwo georeo gamyeon
Nae gwigaye geudae
Moksorin machi somsatang

(JESSICA)
Meori wiro jeo dari
Soksagi deut naege mal haeyo
Imi ma eumsoge geudaeneun
Dalkomhan caramel

(JESSICA)
Geudaewa na duriseo
Bal moyangeul matchwo georeo gamyeon
Nae gwitgaye geudae
Moksorin budeureon ice cream

(TIFFANY)
Coffee hanjan eottaeyo
Museun mareul haryeo hanayo
Na jakku dugeun georyeo yo
Oh mal jom haebwayo

(TIFFANY)
Oooh just talk to me
(JESSICA)
Oooh baby baby baby
Talk to me
Hmm. Hmmmmm...
La la la la la, la la la la
(TIFFANY)
Hmmmmm. Howoah...
(JESSICA)
Hmm Hmm. Ohohh.]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Talk_To_Me/lyrics/SNSD Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Album California Republic by The Game http://lyricsbond.com/California_Republic-lyrics-The_Game http://downloadsongslyrics.com/images/artist/thumb/California_Republic17133.jpg http://lyricsbond.com/California_Republic-lyrics-The_Game Mon, 18 Feb 2013 00:00:00 (Hook:)
My bills are paid
And everything's okay
It's like every day here
Summertime in L.A

(Verse 1: Game)
I'm from Compton, home of the fiends
Home of the monsters, home of triple beams
Home of the shattered fucking dreams
Where most niggas I grew up with ain't make it to see they teens
Ain't no Freddy, ain't no Jason, but niggas too scared to dream
And they ripping pages out of them books bout Dr. King
You don't wanna know half the shit I seen
Where reading a magazine get you hit with a magazine
Niggas ain't scared to murder cause the jails too packed
Kill a nigga, he be out before the "R.I.P." tat
I seen Raider snapbacks by Starter
Then I seen Dre make that Sox hat harder
Then I seen Makavelli go at Shawn Carter
Then I seen that block where B.I.G. got slaughtered
Then I knew it was my calling
G the fuck up or die balling
Lace them red Chucks up, but die falling

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle)
I'm rising in this game and it feels great
Still trying to keep it real, niggas still fake
I'm so impatient, but I still wait
Dropped The Marathon in November, niggas still late
Still show love when I feel hate
On a scale of one to ten, need a high heel eight
Or better, blowing this cheddar like I'm Bill Gates
Whatever, I'm in to win til this movie ends
Smoking California, eating Peruvian
Out on Miami Beach, my niggas, a few of them
Just like Beverly Hills, the bitches we usually wear
From wishing on a star, nigga, took it far
And if I lost it all to war, I wouldn't trip at all
It sound crazy when I say it
But the fear of falling off is the only thing that could take it
I'm straight

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Game)
I got my hoodie on, it's a Starter
I'm a rock this motherfucker for Trayvon Martin
I'm a rock this motherfucker for Trayvon's daughter
That he coulda had; where's his killer at? The whole hood is mad
That ain't the first time, won't be the last
See reflections of my past while I guzzle through this glass
Make me want to run up on you with the muzzle - "Where the cash? "
Retaliation is none, niggas can't afford the gas
Got a mansion in the Hills, Rottweilers by the gates
Red Ghost's in the driveway and ducks by the lake
Spending time with my daughter so them ducks gotta wait
Let a nigga call it a duck, he gonna eat a.38
I'm supposed to be this fucking rich
I'm supposed to be this fucking great
I'm a menace to society, no Larenz Tate
But me and my niggas straight and

(Hook)
]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Bills_Is_Paid/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Dj Khaled)
Ayo Game, what they do boy
It’s DJ Khaled
I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6?s on
I’m all about gettin’ money
I love glorifying my hard work
Poppin’ bottles
Shit them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We The Best
Ayo Game. Red Nation

(Chorus)
All I know is bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s

Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money

Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s

Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money

(Busta Rhymes)
All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do
And make somebody have to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don’t really give a f-ck if it’s your record
And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh
See the way I coming, how I do the game, church
Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse
Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill em with another verse
Everybody see the way I be going and going
How I do it
Niggas the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do
We knowing how I be banging
And every sheet that I get
All the heat I be packin;
And I show it off
With all this money you know where I’m heading
And I’m gonna get the Jordan’s the patent 11 leathers
They really banging all the way down to the ?
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting
And I kill em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppin
And we pop bottles and we rock J’s, see me reppin
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
Don’t be spillin’ liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up
Probably feelin’ models up
Let me wrap a bottle up
Let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up

(Rick Ross)
Bitches, I’m gettin money, bottles and rocking chains
Money like I’m LeBron, my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, 60g’s a month
50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia
Bitches snortin’ blow, f-ckin fast and cookin’ dope
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller that Chopard
My new bitches must menage I’m a G

(Chorus)

(Game)
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Smokin’ and sippin’ Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie
Heated up like I’m Wade
Nigga don’t do LeBron’s, Kobe up on the weekends
Jordan’s Monday through Friday especially when I’m freakin
Them cool grey’s, thats Monday
Them Space jams thats Tuesday
That Spike Lee’s on Wednesday
23 in my Benz eh
You know I love them 6?s especially on my bitches
13?s and them spandex on Thursday, it’s your birthday
And Friday I aint lying, King Of Diamonds I’m in heaven
Red Bone pussy poppin’ on my black and red 11?s
Patent leather when I step in
You know what I’m reppin’
It’s S double-O, W Double-O
Black number 4?s I aint get it from the store, Buss know
That all I know is

(Chorus)

(Fabolous)
I put footprints in them couches
I put so much in my two step
Put on for my city, I aint got no choice but to rep
I put straight shots in they hair
Make pretty girls, do the ugly face
And they just my song on
Move back I need dougie space like ay, ay
Then its right back to my muggin’ face
Niggas saying put the weed out
BBM, you buggin face
We walked in, want somethin’, bottles pop like we won some’n
Raise a glass for err’ybody that’s done something from nothin’
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargo’s and J’s on, they let sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my shit
Stop playin, Youtube
But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo

(Lil Wayne)
And I’m smokin’ on that purp
Sippin’ on that purp
I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk
And we aint bout all that talkin’, you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans
Got a scope on the barrell that’s a hammer with a camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don’t know nothing but bitches and gettin money
Blood gang kill a nigga in public
Young Tunechi
Shoot a nigga ass up then it’s Deuces
Head shots that f-cking vest is so useless
Yeah, yo chuck, f-ck these niggas
You know who Piru?
Killer bees nigga

(Chorus)]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Bottles_And_Rockin_J_S_Remix/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Verse 1
Uhuh, I need a gangster bitch
N*gga I ain't lyin, Im talkin when I fuck
She scream you need silence
No domestic violence (violence)
Just domestic diamonds
So lemme ice you out
So when you slidin down the pole
Doin your Magic City thing
Yo neck and wrist glow
Im dreamin, she ain't a stripper, she a classy girl
Goin off that Patron, she my nasty girl
First name, Rachael, last name Jones
You related to Nas, girls, Queens my second home
You know.... we can tear it up
Weekend in Cannes, then we comin to America
...She love that Gucci, never been to ATL
But she love that Gucci
Brrr! She taught me how to cook cage
And I taught her how to cook crack
And I chopped it on her back
Now tell me where they do that

Verse 2
I put her on a Greyham
She know she better stay down
Ride and die like my Bentley
Man this bitch will never break down
She my bustin baby, you should see her bust a tre pound
Love Roc-A-Fella so much, she won't even call me Jay now
She roll my weedman, like she my wingman
Then we get high, play Tiger Woods on that weed damn
Love is for a season, haters 365
And the game Cats and Dogs, keep your bitch by your side
Got a hardtop Lambo, when the rain start to pour
Not the rain outside, talkin the rain indoors
Her girlfriend told her, that I was creepin with a stripper
Told her I was courtside, watchin the wack ass Clippers
Bitch please! Im a Laker fan and Kobe thats my n*gga
Keep my grass cut so I can see when the snake slith her
Shit, came out of no where like Khloe and Lamar
Kinda got a n*gga thinkin maybe Im..

Verse 3
I let her drive the Range on our first date
She the first one to put me on that Drake mixtape
"I just wanna be successful baby"
Take you out the Hudson jeans and redress you baby
We can walk down Rodaeo, turn around, you on Melrose
Fly to New York in the winter and try on some Timbos
Or we can hit South Beach, fuck with Ross and Timbo
The world is cherry pond, and we can slice it up like Kimbo
You cook the rock, I break it down
I wrap it up, you weigh them pounds
I make the car, you start the car
We can drive it out of town
Im your nigga right? And you my bitch (Yea..)
Even if they lock me up, she gon get them brakes there
And when we get tired, we hit the truck stop and sit there
And zip my 501's and she gon put her lips there
The memoirs of a perfect bitch
You gotta hold them down even if its..
]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Cats_And_Dogs/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Ft. Drake & Lifestyle)

(Hook: Drake)
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw ya one up
Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?

(Verse 1: Game)
My nigga funeral Fab told be back in ’03
Rap ain’t nothin’ but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
And I know I promised my niggas I’d never leave the block
But, shit changes
I done been through 6 Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick fingas
Throwin’ bullets on par with the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, like, ain’t nobody jackin’ me
Before you do, you be layin’ in a box
While Jay kiss that ass goodbye, “Mwuah, Lox”
First shot, leave the niggas in shock
That second shot, that’s when that body drop (Ya heard me?)
And niggas still askin’ ’bout Detox
I’ll tell you if you tell me who killed Pac
Aight then, I’m at this Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson
The way he’s stickin’, and movin’ the knife, Floyd might win

(Hook)
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw ya one up
Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?

(Verse 2: Lifestyle)
Testarossa, keep an extra toaster
It’s Hub city’s finest, they respect the most
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tiger do that
Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I’m in Toronto, Demar got a condo
Sittin’ courtside with Drake, Hector and Rondo
Bitches know my name, it’s Lifestyle, she fuck with that
Dick too big, like my lifestyle, you fuck with that?
Poppin’ champagne, we do the damn thing
Standin’ on the couches, Money Gang, that’s the campaign
B? in my pocket, Obama on my wrist
At the Ronald Reagan airport, yeah, I’m on my shit
Louis Vuitton luggage, peanut butter with the red wheels
Started when the RED Album dropped, yeah, I’m gettin’ head still
In the club, lookin’ past you niggas
These bitches gas them niggas, Drizzy, ask them niggas

(Hook)
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw ya one up
Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Come_Up/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Chorus)
For not being who you claim
You get found guilty
2 counts of bein lame
You get found guilty
The Charge of fuckin up the game
You get found guilty
Real niggas sentence you
Dead Penalty

Uhhh
Lets get back to this real shit
We ride no pump breaks
Errbody takin like they the shooters
Mann I ain't goin for them pump fakes
These niggas is crump cakes
Wish they would say some snake
Get banged on like the treble makes
The dumb mistake tryin to jumpin with blake
These niggas in my lane
Lob city in these streets
Jesus piece on my chain
need God with me in these streets
I went through hell to get to where heaven is
Lucy in that red dress lookin devilish
Scale a 1 to 10 she lookin elevenish
If she ain't ridin shotty AK 47 is
Shorty came to me when she left her man
I looked at her and said you sumthin else
But the best way to get over sumbody
Is gettin under sumone else
On that note I'm in that 1,2,3 pin that
Baby tellin me I'm the best I b yellin I been that
In the club half a pill and a full clip
Get a deal on a Rose no bullshit

There goes ghost
I'm in that mothafucka like pacman
Niggas talkin about robin I ain't goin for that batman
King of diamonds like super Sunday
100 thou for that lap dance
See straight thorugh you pussy niggas
I call that a cat scan
And on that note we in here
Pink coroc pronto
My gun throw bullets like payton manning
My chic walk around wit that bronco
Extend the clip in that conso
2 mill for that condo
We gon shot for that green
I ain't talkin no rondo
Nigga tryin to say that I ain't a G
I point it at him said you sumthin else
See these basketballs wife all around my table?
We bout to swim through em like Mike phelps
now pop open that tin pac
Your life savings I spend that
Niggas fan of my instagram
Beggin me for their bitch back
Sendin treats to my B M
Tryin to hack my email
Niggas wisperin to themselves
All huddled up like females
Your bitch about to be detailed
I ain't sparin no details
She choked up like Sprewell
I drop her off in the v12 (niceeee)
Ridin around wit that Houston rocket
Keep all that of that Jeremy lin shit in yo pocket

(Chorus 2x)

I'm goin back to cali
I'm goin back to cali
I'm out of drank and dro so I'm goin back to cali
I need pints by the cases for this bag of big faces
Couple pounds of that kush I ain't the only one getting wasted
Smoke a lil, sell the rest Ima hustla baby
gotta Invest get mine plus interest
you niggas still ain't winiing yet
I just sold my 4th bentley
Then I got that photo porche
Bout to switch it up for the summa
Thinkin bout that electric hummer
Strapped up got extra armor
in case a hatin nigga wanna play
everythang I rep a 100
you could check my resume
they don’t make em like me no more
They don’t make a miss t no more
I don’t see too many G’s
I jus see a bunch of CP 4’s
Lets get back to that real shit
That Pac BIG that UGk kinda trill shit
East West and the South
If you see a fake nigga point em out (point em out)

(Chorus) ]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Death_Penalty/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Need y'all to understand what I'm 'bout to do
Keep it gangsta in this Lou Vuitton designer shoes
Front of club, live stuntin' in that Masi coup
Then we gonna check China, see what king of diamonds do
Pass the curse that a y'all when I will climb the roof
That nigga get down for me like I bought the shoe
Tell him it's money thing, my nigga signed a grill
The kid rabbis, running trains like a monorail
Introduce you to my team, niggas you need to know
We pop the space, the bottle look like C3PO
Blowing that last security, telling us to keep it low
But when you pay me for a walkthrough this is what you need to know
We're smoking all night, kid got a handle for me
Nuttella on it and twelve bottles is mandatory
And we gon need a few Serats and them gooses too
Shane go for green house and dream down to Houston too
Watch Himalaya eating shrimps while I throw these ones
Jas drunk as fuck cause every time I look he show his gun
Every time we in the strip club he got Dakota's one
Surrounded by killaz cause jade prince know his son
And I'm all 'ight with that cause rap a lot my fam
And every time he asks me can I dot dot? Yea, I can
Cause he been looking out for me before the trade co sign
And I was there with him and 2 when they heard that Drake's gon sign
But look at Drake now. Every time I need some he'd do it and say
J hawl if you need some
And that's loyalty in the industry that's full of snakes
When niggas send a bottle to your table just to show their face
And bitches stand there looking pretty just to get a glass of ace
Most of these hoes dumb and they nothing but a ass and face
But if you are the one that's lucky enough to stand up on this couch
Make sure soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out
I hate you fake hoes, I swear I hate you fake hoes
Your fake ass, your fake nose, you're never gon be J Lo
Nicki put you on that mike, Carl's got you thinking that you on the right
Cause the fuck that Nicki's in that white Porsche
But I got news for ya: got a wifey and three kids at home
And I can't even start to count how many times we've been to Rome
My oldest get his tennis on, my youngest got his tennis on
And you ain't never seen a four year old swaging in his farms
Now they wanna be him cause he rocking coliseums
Used to rock it for the themes, now he rock with Europeans
All out and doubling with them green bottles bubbling
Twins I call double men calling me by my government
I swear to God that I'm loving it, I'm on the beach with Miss Dominican Republic
Even she's surprised that she's sucking it
But don't be surprised that I'm fucking
Never cuff and always puffing, these bitches know who they fucking with
I'm the fucking shit, handsome ass nigga
Fuck with me, I fuck with her
You don't need ransom cash nigga
Now cancel that nigga like my black bed service
Don't believe none of you niggas till the plaque start surfacin'
Niggas get nervous when we hop at them some Bourbons
Get the time wearin' rags around our heads like they're turbans
Half them niggas murking, I'm behind them Phantom curtains
Heading to grace though, my alibi is this Persian
Her alibi is this Asian, I call that a persuasion
From Hollywood lock-up to yelling out Brenda Spencer
Dumb bitch right here wanna know why the bottle green
I'm something like them gulf niggas, I have seen a lot of green
Six hundred forty mill, about to play the lottery
A rich can't play twice, don't lie to me
Cause a donut trunking fish like they eye to me
Ain't no lemon spending this money, I'm bout it bought it B
I'm hoodie's new rapper's try to be
Every new nigga that say fire becomes a prodigy
And you should honor me, and my jersey up short
We got a situation, nigga Jordan's
You don't know about my occupation nor about fucking these hoes
Nor I rock these Loubrettons and smoke till it's stuck in my toes
And I got your girl in the comfortable clothes
I'm 'bout to take her lower what's right a point than my nose
It's money gang bitch, now watch my company blow
And go from a hot logo to something you know
I'm in that Maseratti, Jordan's punching the floor
And you can act like you don't nigga, but...

Even I'm going too fast, I'm doing too much
Shine it down all the time when I'm in the club

Yea, I'm always in the zone
Chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on
Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast

Going so fast, see, going so fast
Going too fast, so fast
Going too fast
God speed, it's like going too fast
So fast

Yea, I'm always in the zone
Chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on
Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast

God speed
Going too fast
God speed, God speed
Said I'm going too fast, so fast ]]> http://lyricsbond.com/God_Speed/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 DTP
Another Game and Luda collaboration,
Raw and uncut,
coming to your local radio station,
parental discretion is advised,
lets go,

(The Game)
Move Biatch, get out the way (Luda)
Thats what I was banging when she hopped inside the Escalade,
outta control like a Nascar driver,
give it a ditch, she figure it out like MacGuyver,

I take a b-tch to the motel and give it some henn,
if we aint got no more I mix the juice and Gin,

(The Game)
spend more on my rims then I do a b-tch,
watching nipples get hard when I hit a dip,
when I’m in a Bentley, I got a different flock of hoes,
and they blow like the wind thats down in Chicago,
Never choose em, I f-cking lose em,
you aint down with that lil mama, get your shoes in,
get the f-ck out the truck, holla when its time for some action,
i sub a new bitch in the game like Phil Jackson,
put em in the hole like Kobe I let em blow me,
but this b-tch star hopping she must not know me,

If you aint f-cking with me,
I’m gonna give Luda some p-ssy (x3)
(Hehe, Luda)
If you aint f-cking with me,
I’m gonna give Game some p-ssy (x3)

(Ludacris)
Okay, Yeah
Im quick to let a b-tch know,
Get low and bounce that ass like a 6-4
Bend over and touch your toes,
and make your whole body stretch like Oprah’s clothes,
hey, haaa
and get down with the programme,
cos I stay in between like tosan,
put your legs up, and lets see if you can catch some fly balls when I’m yelling out heads up, whoa,
I hit it over the fence,
I got a closet full of purp like I’m over with prints,
hey, lets smoke, put it where the birds fly,
rims so big, ya n-gga got a birds eye,
Game what you wanna do?
I got the gage, the uzi and my muthaf-cking 22,
and Im feeling like a trillion bucks,
but hold up and let me see how this brazilian sucks,
Luda,
Ha,

(Luda Talking)
Hey man, you hoes is killing me man,
Just cos i ain’t f-cking with you, you gonna give somebody else your p-ssy, see thats your problem, y’all giving it away too easy,
your stock is plummeted dammit,
Game press the start button on these hoes man,
press pause when you want to,
restart,s top, hehe,
its too easy, they wanna get greasy,
Luda,
Westcoast,
dirty south,
It’s what it is!
(End)]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Gone_Ahead/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Wake up in the morning, feeling like a g
Got them number 42s on my feet
And the lakers just beat the heat
Clippers beat the knicks, think it's bout to be a good week
Yeah I'm rich forever, you know I got them good seats
Now let's hit up grey stone get our fucking ace on
Know I'm in the vip, throwing back straight ' tron
Goons with me case we gotta get our fucking ape on
Niggas play superman, better have that cape on
My niggas pop up out of nowhere, stay...
But I'm cooling... play them drake songs,
And bring it back to the west side, play them a songs
Cause little mama know, we're only in here for one night
A week though, and watch out for them wolves
Dressed in them sheep clothes
She don't really club, but I bet that ass a freak, though

We're only in here for one night, a week though,
We're only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a... wish I had a...
Wish I had a... wish I had a...

Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
You know you... me, before I had that
She wanna body off, I'll be her new addition
She play for louis vuitons, must be her true religion
Now I'm looking for... or somebody with a body like china
China? the one from king of diamonds who designed them
I call her... ferrari's on her birthday
And I'ma make sure everyday is like the first day
She want another round, fuck it to another round
I don't just beat the pussy, I... to the ground
Everyday another girl in another town
I don't just beat the pussy, I... to the ground

We're only in here for one night, a week though,
We're only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a... wish I had a...
Wish I had a... wish I had a...

Sunday night, grey stone, neck full of gray stones
Staring at the crowd, trying to see who I'ma take home
Game... I be on the champagne
Bitches all around us, trying to watch us do the damn thang
... chicks like, oh he back, welcome to my house party
Og, roll it back,... keep a few loaded...
Bitch sneakers showing out, real niggas nodes that
California lifestyle, fucking with my nigga chuck
... young chris, nigga what, all we know is get to it
Stack high live it up, fucking with that grey stone
Everybody get them up, yeah

We're only in here for one night, a week though,
We're only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a... wish I had a...
Wish I had a... wish I had a...
]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Greystone/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 That Marry Jane
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J

Don't want an undefeated title, don't want my chain
Don't want that new kid red, bitch, is money gain
See that red Maserati, niggers know it's gay
Drive that bitch down road screens and blow the brains
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that hoe insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she always pay.
Got a squad full chicks, they ain't dropping names
They all call like the get up play for Notre Dame
What's the next? Gotta dig ins, yea, that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating on the kitten, I'll be picking out
Never take her out to crustaceans and the in and out
Just like that Charlie Shay, nigga goin' in 'er mouth
She do everything 'xcept smoke that mean let a nigger poke
That mean she be off the coke like players centerfolds
Swear to God she a potent man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that dope man

That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

Hit these bitches in my face, I'm blind up
And when I'm stepping in the place, we'll be calling up
Fourteen bottles of Ace, models showing up
I tell 'er, homie right that down, and we gon roll it up
It's Friday and she ain't got shit to do
And we ain't got shit to do
So umm, what's good with you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigger Randall
I know she ain't trying to hit that
Different chains, different lokes
Different days, different strokes.
I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, squeeshes in them life styles
Bitches in the white house, red Camarro piped out.
I'll be iced out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in that black hen

That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Hit_The_J/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Chorus:
It must be tough, seeing your boys doing the same shit
Ride around in things that you can’t get!
With the windows down, puffing like it ain’t shit
It must be tough, it must be tough
Seeing the glam from a…
Seeing twenty … looking dangerous
Everybody… the same shit
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!

It must be tough watching a nigger ball like…
My cause is all yellow, my broads is all yellow!
What’s wrong with you, fellows?
You’re fucking off my energy
Used to be my ace, now you’re wasting my Hennessy.
The remedy for haters is crack tables in Vegas
That cracking getting … I’m stacking that paper baby
Maybe I should get a maybe, or maybe I should baby
My cash money is crazy, I crashed my Mercedes.
And bought me a Ferrari, the license plates say sorry
The inside is safari, you think…
When the sun hit that bitch, land on my wrist..
you better keep your arm on your bitch, man, or you will ..
And it’s insane, man!
Your bitch gonna make it rain…
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Chorus:
It must be tough, seeing your boys doing the same shit
Ride around in things that you can’t get!
With the windows down, puffing like it ain’t shit
It must be tough, it must be tough
Seeing the glam from a…
Seeing twenty … looking dangerous
Everybody… the same shit
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!

I brush them haters off, like fuck out of here
Open my garage, pull that Porsche truck lout of here
Like fuck out of here, I’m…
I’m jump in my … doing like …
I’mma ride it, yeah, I’m a roller, bitch!
I might be doing…
I get money with the players, they’re ducking and dug…
For my bread, bring the… cause they’re sick on the..
Acting like I don’t get it, act it like I don’t hustle
Acting like I don’t get it, acting like I don’t rustle
..you wonder where I be, acting like I don’t trust you
…fuck you, next time I see you, I cut you!
..cause last I hunt you, I felt the negative energy
Nigger I could have snuffed you!
Buy a hater cause I’m feeling like Jedi
Nigger, we gonna make it!

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Ten, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!
Count it up!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Ten, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!

How many cars we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
How many cribs we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
How many whores we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
How many times we told ya?
Thousands, thousands!
How many … we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
How many guns we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
How many haters we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
Damn, it must be tough!

Chorus:
It must be tough, seeing your boys doing the same shit
Ride around in things that you can’t get!
With the windows down, puffing like it ain’t shit
It must be tough, it must be tough
Seeing the glam from a…
Seeing twenty … looking dangerous
Everybody pay… the same shit
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!
]]> http://lyricsbond.com/It_Must_Be_Tough/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Walk up in the club with the million dollar is on
Swing her side to side, like my head long
Feeling like Tucci in this small fucker
Eyes Japanese, blowing sushi in this motherfucker
No true religions, just levi, come on down to the ski hive
Your bitch love to play soft ball, I let her ballin’ knee high
She ride the dick like yee-haw
She don’t fuck with no cowboys
I beat it up like I’m he-man
She love fuckin’ them key men
And after I score I do the saucer and then
Victor crew is in that Phantom
Drop the antenna
I think I see some haters in here
I think I see some haters in here
Caught the ratch (dawg)

(Dawg) Cause them niggas still mean muggin’
Nigga what you lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
What you lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
Bitch, whatcha lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
Man, that shit don’t even mean nothin’

Yea, they mean muggin’, the 3D version
Ball in your face like Pee Wee Herman
Jack of all trades, no ace of spades
But I got a ace in my twenty ounces Gatorade
Shake that, shake that, shake it then pull it
I have me a threesome, round four something
Asta la vista, grid storm freezer
Automatic weapon, chopper had a seizure
Fire. Snap back through your snap back
Ran out of room and my trunks all need a hash back
How you niggas leaking?
Hope you niggas listenin’
Big money talk. Why you niggas whisperin’?

Cause them niggas still mean muggin’
(Dawg) Nigga what you lookin’ at?
You nigga still mean muggin’
(Dawg) What you lookin’ at?
You nigga still mean muggin’
(Dawg) Bitch, whatcha lookin’ at?
You nigga still mean muggin’
(Dawg) Man, that shit don’t even mean nothin’

Roll up in the club like a owner’s motherfucka’
Old niggas kicking jeans I’m like pawning motherfucka’
Hoes wipe me down, Little Boosty in this motherfucka’
Rolling that Lili, Fuji’s in this motherfucka’
I say Lili, Carmelo in this motherfucka’
Shorty wanna puff, J Lo in this motherfucka’
High rollers bank stop, tattoos, tank tops
Bad news, thanks pop, you mean fool lamb chops
You know I run my city, please believe that
Got that work with them canines on rehab
Niggas licking up their face, we go eye in that
Get Rob Cole game, he gon let you buy it back

(Dawg) Cause them niggas still mean muggin’
Nigga what you lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
What you lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
Bitch, whatcha lookin’ at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin’
Man, that shit don’t even mean nothin’]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Mean_Muggin/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Intro:)
Now that I'm paid...
Whoooo

(Verse 1:)
Ridin' in a cab, but I'm dreaming on a slab
15 ounces at a time, pussy nigga, do the math
10 ice chains, prince like James
The day I made a stack in the trap, my life changed
Y'all rides swingers, we ride daytons
It don't matter where you from, haters stay hatin'
Keep the windows tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flows is major
In the old school, or M codes for kreggers (?)
Started with a crumb, and turned it to a brick
They were calling me a bum, my turn, I'm the shit
Razor flip things, age of 15 (hello!)
Parked the Chevy in that thing, glaze like Kris Kreme
Rolls on the wrist when the shows ain't exist
Now my money long enough to put my foes on a 6 (Bawse!)

(Hook: )
I pull up front to the club with my doors to the sky
(Now that I'm paid)
I shut down the malls like a boss, 'cause I gotta be fly
(Now that I'm paid)
I've got all the bottles I want, bottles I want to hit
I'm a do it 'cause I've got all this money
Nobody gon' stop it (now that I'm paid)

(Verse 2: )
(?) with the Franklins, carpooling with Bawse
Army medal on the burgundy Ghost, fuck what it cost
Umbrellas in the doors, Audemars in the dash
Wale in that Ferrari, but that Phantom on his ass
We gon' spend this money, it's whatever, let them things pop
Kids gon' be alright 'cause Daddy invested in wingstop
Money and residuals comin' like it's a ritual
Drinking this liquid money, them bottles gon' be invisible
Fuck the rest of you petty cash niggas, I'm invincible
Glocks identical, remove niggas from the physical
Smokin' that dual exhaust, flossin', fuckin' them haters
And finger fucking the waitress while sipping this Ace Of Spades
I'm throwin' money for nothin', Hawaiian kush I be puffin'
Sharin' hoes with my crew while these other niggas be cuffin'
Know she love that money game, stay fuckin' with double M
Think a nigga about to put her in that bubble Benz
Don't let the devil in!

(Hook: )

(Bridge x2: )
Fuck these niggas, we got all these hoes
(We got all these hoes)
All this money, let me put you on
(All this money in my hand)

(Hook: ) ]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Now_That_I_m_Paid/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Look momma, I'm a chiefer, smoking on a reefer
I know you say you can't suck dick but I'm a teach ya
Bad lil bitch, yea I think that I'm a keep 'er
And she can't miss school so I fuck 'er on the bleacher
Got the models on deck, got them hoes in check
All these bitches know my name so my pull gettin' wet
I'll be rollin' rollin' rollin', off that potion we be bongin'
We be smokin', we be joinin' till they keep their party goin'
I'll be high, I'll be low, you try to row a bitch, let's go
If you did not put men on my weed then you can hit my jawn

(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)

And all bitched branded
Tatted on the pussy, Jordan's and some spandex
Rolling up the cookie, please understand that she tryna fuck me but I'm a make 'er fuck my man now
Poppin' bottles like new year's eve and we standin' on the couch screamin' pussy money weed
In the club blowin' trees so these bitches wanna leave
And she ain't even trippin', daddy spendin' on her weed
Yea, and all my bitches they exotic
It's a party in her mouth and I'm her nuts so I'm invited
I will suck it, I will bite it, I will fucking start a riot
Got that cush in my pocket and I'm selling like a parent ah
Fuck, it's Miley Cyrus
Who the fuck is Miley Cyrus?
It's a party at the crib and it's private

(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)

Ah, that's all I know about in this lifestyle
Put a dollar on a pussy and I wipe it down
Cool motherfuckaz, we don't tolerate clowns
We in this young life, care less, smoke rounds
Below homie Steve I hang 'er with a pou'
The bed call me Game, hold that shit down
I'm 'bout to get this motherfucka game a new song
Fuckin' relief, they don't know I'm with the fam
Ridin' 'round in my city
Smoked out I'm driftin'
Everybody, brother, sister, cousins chases fuckin' bailin'
That bitch fuckin', she guilty
I ride that and get filthy
We hop by so get liftin'
I smoke strong, that shit will be a Simpsons boy
And young boys get offended boy
Me, I'm just handlin' this grown man Dennis boy

(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy) ]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Pussy_Money_Weed/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Ft. Rick Ross)

(Verse 1 :Game)
I’m about to tear this fuckin’ track out
Pretend it’s Keri Hilson and blow a fuckin’ back out
22nd mixtape, half of em diss tapes
But fuck who I was dissin’ because I never made a mistake
Bleek got what he deserved, Jay, I might have been trippin’
I was fallin’, I was slippin’
He was Jordan, I thought I was Pippen
He was winnin’, I was losin’
He threw a jab, I started bruisin’
So I threw in the towel just to separate all confusion
Ivy Blue is beautiful, me sayin’ that’s unusual
That’s the father in me, don’t think I’m tryin’ to be cool with you
Thug life, Rihanna knuckles, Gucci shirt, designer buckles
Louis Vuitton billboard, the nigga’s boy just tryin’ to hustle
Poster boy for them drug dealers
I just want you all to love me
But I ain’t handsome, I ain’t trying to bug niggas
Y’all the Verizon man, I’m just gon’ stand behind y’all
But every now and then, I gotta remind y’all

(Verse 2: Game)
It’s that red bottom boss, nigga
Burgundy Bentley truck, fuck what it cost nigga
That V12 start up like Ross nigga
That’s why them hoes call me the boss nigga
Catch me in the Maybach, where them seats recline way back
Remember, I had a Rocky for ya, and I ain’t talkin’ ASAP
You know I got that K strap, chopper with the base hat
If you see tip drillin’, King of Diamonds, tell I got like eight stacks
Ace of Spades by the crates, biatch
Never lose, like Alexander the Great, biatch
I only win like Baylor, I run the city like mayors
Don’t make me go dig up them old Chuck Taylor’s
Back when me and Snoop was the only ones throwin’ up gang signs
Ya niggas wasn’t bloods until I cosigned y’all
But y’all that Verizon man, I’m just gon’ stand behind y’all
And sometimes I gotta remind y’all

(Verse 3: Game)
Taylor Gang nigga, I ain’t Wiz doe
I got that yellow brick road inside my ear lobes
Playin’ ice hockey, feelin’ like Gretzky
Los Angeles King, and I’m who the whole city cheer for
Niggas throwin’ subliminals, act like I don’t hear those
I could give y’all 100 bars, but you all know y’all fear those
And plus, I’m too attached to my lifestyle
Fuck them Air 1?s, I’m too attached to these spikes now
Louis Vuitton’s, hard as croutons
They comfortable like futons
They suede, grey poupon
The yellow like Luke on
The Lakers, he was traded
But they should have moved that nigga Marion, Gloria move on
Damn, was that too strong?
These niggas gettin’ pooped on
While I get my Duke on, and crossover like Duhon
Luke warm, I’m too hot, you’re too cold
I’m 2Pac, you’re too old for hip hop
Stop. Recognize…]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Red_Bottom_Boss/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

When I infiltrate Des Moines sometimes I feel like goin' back to sleep
But I gotta keep this product on the street
Tryna take over my turf
Stretch me out in a hurse cause that is what it's worth
Baby momma keeps sweatin' it nigga, cause the rent's due
Twon son's, daughter on the way, I think I'm French too
Get out on the streets stack the money like bill Gates
And do whatever it takes to keep my family straight
Livin' in compent, some say it's suicide
Crossin' the street and catch a bullet from a drive by
My homie Dan's got it sippin' on a séance
So many dead homies
When I hear about it I can't cry
I lost my grandmother, that's when I flipped
Only decision to make now, blood or a crip
Drove across the tracks, opened up the door on my Lac
Put the dope in the front, hop in the back
It was like that

Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

Throwin' some clothes, grab the 4 and hit the back door
Pop the back gate and meet the fiends by the liquor store
Cops drop by, lookin' at us like we stole somethin'
They hit the brakes, that's when everybody starts runnin'
8 ball in my sock, spring down the block
Cut through the projects and that's when I threw Glock
God damn it felt good to be a home free
The city don't sleep, right next to Long Beach
Art of survivin', this motherfuckin' jungle
Runnin' with the wrong niggas, that will take you under
That's what happened to my nigga Big Wheel
Trusted the wrong bitch, that's what got his ass killed
A blunt and some Hennessey, a lot of good memories
How do you survive when everybody's your enemy?
Before you brush your teeth grab your strap
Cause niggas will pull the jack and bitches will peel you kak
Believe that

Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

Ain't nothin' better than a down ass bitch
When you're locked up in the pen and she sellin' you neck and flicks
On the tear, reminiscin' like a mother
Two strikes on the case file, locked up state
Now tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to be a father to my kids?
Son gang bangin' cause his daddy doin' nine years
And that happens in every hood in America
Shoot your own brother up and wonder why they scared of ya
And your momma at home without a back bone
Your girl gettin' tired of waitin' so she get her back blown
By your homie, that used to be your man
And you can't do shit cause you're sittin' in the can
And when you get out, you'll probly go and kill this nig
On the third strike, man the jury 'bout to kill this nigga
That's why I don't trust a nigga or a bitch
Cause either way a nigga always ends up caught up in some shit

Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my folk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

Yea
Game recognize game, nephew
See, when a bitch with me she know if to talk
She gon sit down, shut the fuck up and roll motherfuckin' weed
Talkin' is not an issue, you understand me?
Bitch, you do as I say
When I tell you to talk, you talk and I ain't told you to talk so shut the fuck up
You hear me?
Real pimp shit nigga
West Coast
We stay keepin' our hoes in check
Hey, that's your own problem man
Bitches takin' your all equip, runnin' you niggas crazy
Got niggas wanna kill like yourself
Man, fuck a bitch man
I grab a bitch, same dizzle and wizzle
You understand me?
I keep bitches like I keep weed
I got blueberry, AK-47, train reck
Whatever you need
You dig?
That's it]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Roll_My_Shit/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Verse 1 - The Game)
Everybody fucking Amber Rose
Is the pussy good? Only Kanye and Cameron knows
And who this Tammy ho? Telling her me and Tre are shooting a video
In a month and she can get a cameo
SMH. TTM. Five star
We be em. LOL, hi my BBM ain't got my BBM
Louis Vuiton he be in, Tron got him easy
And my money ain’t young, ask my nigga Little Weezy & em
I keep one rolled like Wiz Khalifa & em
Got some college hoes that wanna smoke a Swisher Sweet with him
They ain't no Lauren Londons but they got that Meagan Goode
They use that photo shot to get their ass above the hood
And it’s all good when us niggas mayne
I said it’s all good cause I am a triggerman
Yeah, she said she wanna have Jayceon kid
I told that bitch you better off with Jason Kidd

(Hook - Trey Songz)

I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch who give a fuck, I made it
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
Who tryna have my baby?
She said she wanna have my baby
Tryna have my baby

How many bitches in the club just trying to fuck a platinum rapper
Poking microscopic holes into the magnum wrappers
Hopping on the dick but I ain't throwing carrots at ya
You ain't gonna Worldstar me, I ain’t your average rapper
You drinking all the Goose & bitch I ain’t fittna pay
You don't look like your Twitter avatar any way
Bitch you look like an Avatar anyway
And that’s the same bitch that was stalking Fab, ain’t it Tre?
And this is how I know you giving free head
If you was getting paid the bottom of your shoe would be red
But it ain’t, she claiming she a saint
But as soon as she sees Dwight she going hard in the paint
Girlfriend-type you wanna take home
Throw a little Drake on, it really shouldn't take long
Then she told me she want me & Tre Songz
I told that bitch "strip, and start singing all Tre's songs"

(Hook - Trey Songz)

I do it cause they love it
If you hated bitch fuck cause I made it
I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
I am trying to have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
I am trying to have my baby

(Trey Songz)
You look much better than your friend
Just for the night let me be your boyfriend
With that baby, let's go
Ain't no sense in waiting on me
Nobody that I know, they don't be debating on it
They gon' say we did it, even though we didn't
I'mma play cool, interviews, say I didn’t

Mr steal your girl!
Looking for your girl ?
Looking for a night out and they both came back to me
If you jump up in the club go on, clap for me]]> http://lyricsbond.com/She_Want_To_have_My_Baby/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Intro: The Game)
Lupe and me, rap about we
2010 infinity

(Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco)
Where the Almighty know, well alrighty then
I'm all mighty ho call me mighty Joe Quinn
With Josephine Baker in the Benz
On them shiny toes, glass slipper niggas with your Cinderalla chins
I'm a shark in the water, you see my flippers and my fins
The pool is my palace go and send them niggas in
Rockstar, lets take the Bentley for a swim
I run the world take your hood to the gym
Stretch it all out, get it all thin
Back on my fat shit get it all again
Rap on my back bitch, hip hop on my brim
You think you're high now
Well thy style's no higher than my eyebrows, this should be a sin
Cleanse, flow clear kinda like how air look
Or like a Cinderella pair look
Or like Cinderella barefoot
No matter how many ankles of crews
The moral of the story: you can't fill my shoes
Lu!

(Verse 2: Game)
(Mass murderer!)
And in the last verse from Lupe, touche
Ferrari drop top, but it came with a toupee
Niggas say they got cars like us, but do they?
Rap Phantoms, pack tannoms and strippers from
Atlanta, ménage à trois let em fuck, I watch, stay on
My j-o, only when I'm punchin' the clock, up
On the block, everything mine, I stay on my grind
Chasin' dollar signs, bumpin' Nas, it's halftime
And I'm the G-A, money signs its easy nigga, don't
Want shit for free but weezy nigga, load the Glock up
Cops pop up, you can go to Iraq, take all the straps
Come back and couldn't stop us, Aston with the
Top jush, paint job, rock dust, hand with what I got
In the trunk will get us all locked up, so fuck niggas
And I'm talkin' from behind the trigga, now come
Get a nigga, cus I'm of niggas

(Hook)
Hatin' on me, you wastin' your time
Nigga wanna kill me? Then go and stand in that line
Kill that shit, I ain't tryna hear that shit
(Gun cocking) I know you hear that shit
So nigga
Skate on, skate on (Whatchu gon do?)
Skate on, skate on (Lupe tell em nigga)
S-S-Skate on, skate on
Me and my niggas tryna stay on, skate on

(Verse 3: Game)
Usually wake up early like them Philly niggas
In the weed spot rolling kush A-R go get Philly nigga
First smoke a not, we swimming it hard rock
We push it out all spots 'till they get us up off blocks
Straight for the bout(?) pots, then bag it in in Banglocks
Watch for the top cops cus we nourish our own crops
Smoke it like blood clops, inside of the drug spot
Will take em to Van Gundy, big man on the block
Don't worry bout my residentials or my credentials
My flow will cocktail, through a Def Jam window
That's for Shekyan, I'm the rapper niggas fear
No need for Craig Mack to kick the flava in ya ear
Keep the Lambo in fifth gear, catch me on a sunny
Day, paint drippin' like Lil Weezy in Baby tears
King of LA I think I made it clear, ain't nobody outselling 5
It's a Eminem or Dre n shit

(Hook)

(Verse 4: Game)
Now I've been rappin' for 9 years, 4 months
45, 46, 47 seconds, I was Doctor Dre's weapon
Had the option to stay and kept swerving
Make some rookie mistakes but so did Kyrie Irving
If Fifty was Lebron on a bad night, or Floyd Mayweather
When many packi out did his jab right, I fucked a
Bad bitch but that was last night, and I ain't gon' say
No names but she was singing and her ass tight
This year I'm gettin' my cash right, 30 years old
Let Drake or Soulja Boy live fast life, who ever said
The Game wack, change that, (be)fore the thing claps
Niggas fucked up rap, I bought the flame back
Couple albums later, still the same cat, and my P-O
Only motherfucker thinkin' that I ain't strapped
Next time you doubt me, I'mma have my accountin' down
Southny, we can do this rap shit without me
I'm out G, and if 2011 Audi, 22' Pirelli
Oils up like the Saudi's, bout to pick new broad from the hotel
Yo Pharrell, let em know]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Skate_On/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Baby it's mind over matter, don't fall for the low key dogs
Those have forsake it cause you're smart and you're beautiful
Success, good friends
The best revenge
All my park has got bigger and I've never been hearin'
Let 'em say whatever they want, they just want slower digits
Success (success), good friends (good friends)
The best (the best) revenge (revenge)

She bent over in that closet lookin' for them red bottoms
She know I like the pair with them spikes on
I mean that's all she rocket
She got that Louis rolled on, that thing satin
And you know that ass fat if I'm gon take the loss in this matin yea
Don't stop, let me hit it from the front
Don't stop, let me hit it from the back
Hit it till you cum, hit it till you run
Use my tongue and fuck up your act
Now she ain't goin' nowhere for a while
IPhone ringin'? That's ol' girl
Beat the pussy up, that's the hook right there
Bang on track no. 3 on that cold world
Never give a nigga problems
Got a nigga back like Sean Diddy Combs got Harlem
And she better than my niggas
It's like holdin' a nigga down
What's that? You call it

Baby it's mind over matter, don't fall for the low key dogs
Those have forsake it cause you're smart and you're beautiful
Success, good friends
The best revenge
All my park has got bigger and I've never been hearin'
Let 'em say whatever they want, they just want slower digits
Success (success), good friends (good friends)
The best (the best) revenge (revenge)

Look at all them girls hatin'
Look at all them girls hatin'
Look at all them girls hatin' outside that club, in that line waitin'
Cause she can't be you, she can't be Nicki, she can't be Kim
And we over here sippin' that Ace while you over there man cause you sippin' that gin
How many shots do I take to get to your center?
Take 'er to the bathroom then I go in 'er
In 'er in 'er in 'er so far
I could see everything that she ate fo' dinner
Pop my car, hell yea, fuckin' righteous
Smart girl, she can give me brains all night
I'm a beat it up like a USC fight
Most time that I ever spent in 'er I liked
And a girl french, just al'ight
Keep fuck with them cause they ain't my type
Get them bags packed and meet me at the port
Grab the passport, I ain't tryna miss my flight

Baby it's mind over matter, don't fall for the low key dogs
Those have forsake it cause you're smart and you're beautiful
Success, good friends
The best revenge
All my park has got bigger and I've never been hearin'
Let 'em say whatever they want, they just want slower digits
Success (success), good friends (good friends)
The best (the best) revenge (revenge)]]> http://lyricsbond.com/The_Best_Revenge/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Verse 1: Ace Hood)
Damn, thank God momma son made it at twenty three
Still remembering a struggle hidden deep in me
Momma gone, ain't no single daddy memory
I became my own man the age of seventeen
Trying make this money flip like it's a trampoline
I was hard headed, grandfather diabetic
I was trying do it big, like I was Faith Evans
Praying to the heavens, I can see my daughter smile
Know she watching now that daddy rip this record down
Know I love you baby, tell my God I said whatup'
And know I seen em' just meeting ends, so my family up
I should pray harder, instead I tote a pistol
Speed dollar killers running if I ever whistle
Real nigga, that's just my genetics
Hustle hard got my money doing calisthenics
I stretch paper, every dollar bill

(Hook: x2)
Niggas cry tears, when I see my first meal (First Meal)
Bad bitch with' me bet she know the drill
Bad bitch with' me bet she know the drill
Bad bad bitch with' me bet she know the drill

(Verse 2: The Game)
I gotta' bad bitch with' me, and she know the drill
And she know my ex, X pill
She only listen to me, Ace, and Meek Mill
I told her tat my name on it, so I know it's real
She know the value of a dollar bill
She know how real or fake them counterfeit hunded's feel
She know the difference between Derrick Rose and D-Wade
She know the difference between being broke and stayin', paid
She know the difference between vuve and spades
She know the difference between warrants and raves
Never confuse when talkin' Glocks and dem' K's
Show her the shoe, she put a number on dem' J's
Like, it dem' is cool grays
I'm like, dem' is cool shades
I'm like, dem' is Spike Lee's
She like, yeah schooldays
And she bang the documentary still
Said that motherfucka' cold, yeah, Buffalo Bill

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Meek Mill)
I ain't never ran from nobody, and I never will
Lunch time on these niggas, cause' I'm on my second meal
I just dropped a mixtape, lookin' like my second deal
Club live thirty bottles, and I'm on my second bill
And I be gettin' high as my electric bill
Ask bout' me in the hood, they say I'm extra real
Cause' ain't nobody never rob me, I ain't never squeal
And ain't nobody never try, my niggas love to kill
Ridin' round with' chuck, but it ain't a game though
My black wall niggas, told me you a lame though
The block got a beam on it, like Kano
But man it took some lemon squeeze's, just to split your mango
My down bitch, never count to counterfeit
Cause' you know the real from fake, I had to learn some shit
Before I ever thought of rap, I had a pound to get
And the piece is steel, I never thought I see a mill

(Hook)]]> http://lyricsbond.com/The_Drill/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Tell them hoes I go by Mr. Spades now
Lifestyle, Mele, MWSMG yea

I’m in this bitch gettin’ money like vodo
Cincinnati snap back, new era logo
I’m the new era’s logo, I’m the boss, I’m the shit
New Bentley truck, never south as a bitch
Getting’ lost in the wind, Chevy traffic on the rims
Got my bitch in that Benz, doin’ 90 on the 10
I got 99 problems, not a motherfuckin’ friend
See my niggas beat my niggas, we gon ride it to the end
In the club, blowin’ them racks cuz that space never cheap
We got three bottles a piece and we all got pizzas
When it come to all this money we divide it like pizza
When it comes to fuckin’ hoes we gon slide ‘em like Visas
Bitch I’m ‘bout my paper check and heat blows in Geneva
Puerto Rican in Geneva and she got Ferrari features
Shittin’ on you peones, then dine by those neon
Use to run the rock and bass like Dian

I’m in the Cincinnati gettin’ money like vodo
Across the world, gettin’ all this money
I can’t get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin’ up
I’m in the Cincinnati gettin’ money like vodo
Across the world, gettin’ all this money
I can’t get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin’ up

What you don’t know is I be in that 4-door
And what you do know is I be in that hew blow
But what you should know is I be fuckin’ shook hoes
In that cook oh anyway or any day
Twenty bottles of that Ace, twenty models in my face
Flew to Chicago for these J’s
It was windy but hey
I ain’t sleep outside from folks
I ain’t sleep ouside for them tens
I’ll sleep outside for the rest of my life if the rap shit don’t work out al’ight?
No ice on the nigga
Your wife on a nigga
You don’t like no nigga?
Let me put the red light on a nigga
Bad bitch from France, she gon put them spikes on a nigga
Then we in New York sittin’ next to spike on the niggas
But I’m rootin’ for the Clippers
Getting’ sued tryna move for them strippers
Keep the tool and nigga ain’t gon slip up
Jack the Ripper, nigga ain’t gonna slip up
Slow down, takin’ your hoes down
Nigga we in your town, spillin’ in some more now
Money Gang got tracks and spas
Guess you could say we the new Mo Towns

I’m lookin’ for a bad bitch and she know what I want
Red vone and you better bring a friend
Why fight it in the front and you know I gotta stunt
Fuck the line, girl you know we gettin’ in

I shut it down in my side of town
Fuck your girl when you’re not around
She in love with my bank roll
She like the way I make her go (uuu)
Move around the city with a chick like J Lo
Fuckin’ with a boss, baby everything paid fo’

Money Gang, MG be the logo
It’s Atlas, B dub S if you don’t know, dog
You only live once, yo lo
So I’m at the bar, takin’ shots to the head, Miguel Cotto
Wrist froze like a person’s pose for a photo
Big dog yard, you ain’t allowed in here, Toto
We don’t lose, only move for that money
If it ain’t about that money I don’t move rocks
Phantom on cruise, engine on the hood
Heavenly white paint job
Hater face look like he smelled a stink bomb
(Look at it) Got me feelin’ like a ball playa
I don’t play ball but I ball like a star playa
I’m a star hater, you know how I do
Swag super stupid, got a low IQ
Bottles in the air like we don’t got a care
If you do it like we do it, baby hawl it if you hear

I’m in the Cincinnati gettin’ money like vodo
Across the world, gettin’ all this money
I can’t get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin’ up
I’m in the Cincinnati gettin’ money like vodo
Across the world, gettin’ all this money
I can’t get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin’ up ]]> http://lyricsbond.com/The_Logo/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Far as dough, I’m stuffed with cash, popping like fuckle tags
Rappin’ in Belize, Louis Vuitton duffle bags
Guess who home, my nigga Shyne
Straight out the brick house to a brick house
Money flowin’ like it’s Chris Dale
Shine on it swiss styles, I’m hood as Kid Styles
My Clair Bomber jacket perfect for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don’t want none, release on the blood Glock
They here by, they go numb
Goin’ plan no. 1 with the gang no. 2
Start track no. 3 back to ypee MV
(Gots the chill) While I stack a mill to the ceiling
Ten gangstas outside, meeting gangstas in the building
One nigga can’t stop this motherfuckin’ killin’
Hell on earth of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my children
Cowboys and Indians, motherfuck the pilgrims
Infiltrate my squad near every cat buildin’

(They don’t want none)
Don’t make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don’t need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
(Let ‘em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I’m)
We bringin’ the fuck
Yo B, let ‘em know
Money Gang uh

Fish out the cooker, bein’ busy for the pussy
In the kitchen with the cook of blood yea, then you rough us
You fuckin’ hookers, y’all a bunch of Ashton Kutcher’s
With the finger tag backs, you ain’t jackin’ that
Yo Game, I’m laughin’ at these cop who turned shote us
Imagine that, you’re mad a fuckin’ life happen at
You’s the only one there, I swear
Stuck the blood clut cryin’
I’m in Belize with Game when these shots fired in this silence
Y’all motherfuckaz singin’
I’ve see the paperwork, you a fuckin’ pigeon, no kisses
Count clood to the ceilin’
George Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin’ every cell they creepin’
County fuckin’ with me, I’m the best livin’

(They don’t want none)
Don’t make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don’t need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
(Let ‘em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I’m)
We bringin’ the fuck
Yo B, let ‘em know
Money Gang uh

Check it, what the blood clot?
Nigga blood got Ferrari’s and Lambo’s parked outside the drug spot
Survived five shots, you know that
When bitch niggas died, they cried
Cuz they had to pay for that
Payers took it, where the blow at?
I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I’m ‘bout to blow that
They don’t make real niggas where you from
Sick 45, I’m ‘bout to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows come
Talk shit? Swallow one
You fuckin’ move me
I disrespect niggas like in old Italian movies
I’m sayin’, I live, you ready
I come in the restaurant with my shirt off and spit in your fuckin’ spaghetti sauce
Boss, my pocket’s fatter than my nigga Ross
Wipe this milkatrone off my mouth with my Louis glove
Understand?
I’m a California felon
Bust your cerebellum, skateboard go and tell ‘em

(They don’t want none)
Don’t make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don’t need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
(Let ‘em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I’m)
We bringin’ the fuck
Yo B, let ‘em know
Money Gang ]]> http://lyricsbond.com/They_Dont_Want_None/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 Sorry, we have not lyrics at the moment.
]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Tonight/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 (Hook:)
Ain't no other nigga here real as my dude
He used to throw money like this (whew!)
Honey what ya lookin' at? Ain't no need to guess it
Stand over here, you about to be a legend
When my nigga comes home
We gon' party til six in the mon'
When my nigga come home
We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone
I tell you, when my nigga come home
We gon' celebrate!
Lobster, shrimp, Roscoes and steak
When my nigga come home
He can have any damn thing that he want

(Verse 1:)
I got a nigga locked up for about a knot of money
He did nine years, be home before I finish this blunt
I just bought a ounce of skunk
Me and my nigga bout to go hard, like when LeBron dunk
We ridin' high, like southern niggas in the dump
Errybody and they mama know UGK in the trunk
(What's in the backseat?) North Cadillac freaks
And the shit we be smokin' could melt the Mac off they cheeks
Then we headed to that magic city, he ain't seen no ass and titties
In about a decade, these hoes about to get paid
They took him to the back, I ain't seen his ass in two hours
Two time felon taken a shower in the motherfuckin' strip club

(Hook:)

Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out
Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out

(Verse 2:)
When my nigga come home, that's on everything I got him
You know why? Cause we was like that, and we came from the bottom
You know how many bitches I was mad that I took
Cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the police had me shook
And all he wanted was a super head's book
So I sent it cause I meant it, now the clothes is for crooks (?)
And ya girl? She fine as a motherfucker
Told you she cheated on you? She was lyin' like a motherfucker
When you went in, we was dreamin' about the tre
Now it's four door flyin' spur, with Killafornia plates
Remember when we was in the spot, writin' to them Dre beats?
Now I'm fuckin' with some nerds, chattin' with Skateboard P
Remember when we was hard
Sayin' to each other nothin' ripppin' us apart
Now a nigga ballin' and you sittin' in the yard
But you comin' home to the Ferrari and a card, max that motherfucker out

(Hook: )

Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out
Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out

(Verse 3:)
One thing you can count on when you touch down
You gon' have it all, laid out, everything is paid out
Comin' home eventually, in the penitentiary
The homies like to mention me, cause I looks out essentially
Big Reese Cup, J Dog and Trey-D
Young Joe Dog, Scotty Boy, NYC
(?)
Blue put me on the set, nigga, it's twenty Crips
My cousin' Flip been locked up for twenty five
And Trey-Lo? He's a real twenty-Crip for life
And if I mention your name, you know the business cuz
When you get it, you know we livin' it up

(Hook: )

Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out
]]> http://lyricsbond.com/When_My_Niggas_Come/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13 I'm a motherfucking father of faggots
Plus I'm a motherfucking bag it father
Plus I'm a fucking faggot that fucks your maths off till I'm fucking your asthma proper
And that's a drastic motherfucker karma so pop an acid tap
Cause that's exactly let's hope that you fucking faggot, you punk
To the fucking state on this cover by these fucking magazines
All perked in our basements, the conscious thing that nothing matters
And you're wasted and smack the fuck out Rihanna
Guess that's what you get for your slap persona
That's what the world wants, a girl cut the talks about how much she wants to (moans)

I'm about to blow my motherfucking brains out
Because it's cool, cause it's true, plus I want someone to fucking listen
And this is pretty much the only way you'll pay attention
Which is retarded if you think about it. But why think about it?
Why just knock it off your rock and fuckin' drink and shout out
What's wrong with the world so you can learn some shit you think is outlet
Slit your wrist to it, listen to Chris' music
Keep pumpin' your fuckin' fist to this bullshit
Piss on the flag that has nurtured you
Offend your rights, persecute, do some dumb shit
Loose on the run from the fuckin' law that shoot your guns at
Cause you're the fuckin' gangster you planned to be aren't you?
It's fuckin' dangerous and harmful for just one statement of lawsuite
This money in Bakers paint at a cross sheet
But that's not gonna make us remorse ]]> http://lyricsbond.com/Yonkers_Freestyle_Base/lyrics/The_Game Sun, 20 May 2012 00:24:13