Текст песни The Game - Swerve

OKE (Operation Kill Everything)
Жанр: Gangsta Rap / West Coast Rap
Исполнитель: The Game
Альбом: OKE (Operation Kill Everything)
Длительность: 04:12
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[Hook: Juicy J] You a throwed nigga You a you a throwed nigga You a throwed nigga You a you a throwed nigga Codeine in my cup, bitch all in my face Kush all in my blunt, super throwed on that ace You a throwed nigga You a you a throwed nigga [Verse 1: Game] Ridin' round with that super soaker Red cup I'm super throwed My straight eight all suped up I'm a dry this ho to the Super Bowl Trukfit, tank top, tell them hoes I'm super lean Look like I won the super lotto Damn my condo super clean Left your bitch at the Super 8 She sucked my dick I'm super straight Got Nicki Minaj tied up in my trunk 15's kicking out, that's Super Bass In the hood we got super bands My cotton piece stuff super grams My bitch layed out with a super ten She flying high with super man Picture that, no Instagram Real life no side show Real nigga, no Tony Parker Your main bitch is my side-ho Blowin' purp I'm high fi, redrum in that Mai Tai Rubbing on the bitch tattas she scared of dick, Sci Fi Hooked her up to that Wi Fi Wiped my dick and said bye bye Dropped the ho off at Pop Eyes and continued eating my hot fries My old partner, AR said you a cold nigga I simply said my day job my day job, ain't lovin' hoes nigga Ask Juicy J about me [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] What you know about mixing molly with the loud Hotel smoked out nigga fuck a towel Nigga all my wet burn blunts like cigarettes Benz got my teeth grindin' like I'm chewing Nicorette Every three hours need a re up from the weed man Afghan purp strand super man head band Eyes so tight got me looking like Jackie Chan Me and the Game like Red and the Method Man Smoking on the roach, you ain't really feeling that dope that you smoked Try to mix lean with the blunt let it soak All you gon' do is choke Niggas can't handle weed from the west coast Smoke so much till a nigga overdose I stay high when I'm in and out the booth Gotta thank Mary for this verse that I wrote Big buzz in every club don't need a plug I am the plug Taylor Gang, I'm on the plane I'm leanin' man, I'm on them thangs Only strong up in the bong, I've been high for way too long Codeine I sip, hotbox the whip I stay throwed, Cheech and Chong [Hook] [Verse 3: Game] Roll kush, fuck hoes, start fights, shoot niggas How many niggas hurricane done killed, shit quite a few niggas I'm like two Nas', two Jiggas, two Pacs, two Biggies Cop the Rari for 250, then made the Rari do 250 Crash the Rari got two Bentleys Blowing dank like two hippes Give a nigga bout eight months in the gym I'm gonna come through looking like two fifties Half a mill on that xbox John Madden probably owin' me Ask Bow Wow, ask Fat Joe, ask Ocho they know me On that 2k, I od That C.O.D. you D.O.A Fuck nigga put your money down Start worrying bout when the fuck we gon' play Put six bad hoes in one big room Stuff six grams in one big blunt Load six shells in one big pump Stuff six chickens in one big trunk Right next to a body, black John Gotti Like a nigga shotty, hit em with the shotty Fuck her good once then send her to the lobby Fuck her so good momma looking for the body Poppin' mollys and Bugattis, coppin' Mozzys no deposit Runnin' through the money when a nigga get throwed Tires screeching when the story get told So much money that the shit don't fold [Hook]
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