Bay area rap legends B-Legit and Mac Dre collaborate on this sick track where they explain how they’re at the top of their mack and pimp games.
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[Intro: B-Legit]
B-Legit, Mac Dre
Mac Dre all day
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
She ask and wonders, "Who's those guys?" ("Who's those guys?")
The words they speak, are they trues or lies?" ("Words they speak, trues or lies?")
B-Lit spittin' at the bitch like her ears are mics
Are the twins, lesbians, queers or dykes?
Mmmm, I don't know and I don't care
She pay like she weigh and get it long as her hair
It's irrelevant (Irrelevant), B-Lit tell a bitch (Tell a bitch)
To meet us at The Magic, we elegant
[Verse 2: B-Legit]
Meet us at The Magic, baby, catch me en route
A bass, two guppies, one shark and a trout
You can ask Jake Stone what this hit is about
In the city where they sin when them tricks come out
It was me and Mac Dre, Cutthroat Committee
Hoppin' out the big boy Bentley, you with me?
At the bar, rap stars, sippin' on Henny
Tryin to get it how we live, fat, tall, or skinny
[Chorus: Taj-He-Spitz]
I got that G-A-M-E
I've got that G-A-M-E
I spit that G-A-M-E
I give that G-A-M-E
Now I know hoes that go, go
Sunshine, rain, sleet, snow, snow
I don't sweat her, I let her know, know
Get chips, get rich, get dough, dough
[Verse 3: B-Legit]
Understand one thing, big game I got it
I caught her in the alley, straight aimed and shot it
I popped it like I knew it, see I learned from Amy
A girl that give it to me, but still can't stand me
[Verse 4: Mac Dre]
Cuz she don't understand me, he too flammy
Fuck an Oscar or Tony, give that nigga a Grammy
We somewhere in [?]
Where the waters are blue and the beaches is sandy
We ridin' candy, in the deuce
I'm fuckin' with B-Lit and we on gorilla juice
Tell the truth, don't you strip?
B-Lit hook her up with the pimpin' tip
[Chorus: Taj-He-Spitz]
I got that G-A-M-E
I've got that G-A-M-E
I spit that G-A-M-E
I give that G-A-M-E
Now I know hoes that go, go
Sunshine, rain, sleet, snow, snow
I don't sweat her, I let her know, know
Get chips, get rich, get dough, dough
[Verse 5: Mac Dre]
Now we somewhere, on North Flamingo
Where the bitches, hoes and old folks play bingo
We gettin Pringles, for lames that's chips
And nothing but game flames from these lips
[Verse 6: B-Legit]
Well show me the money like Jerry Maguire
I'll show you a honey, hair red like fire
I know a snow bunny, stage name Desire
The ho check money like the house on fire
She used to be with him, but your nigga he not
I caught her in the game in the parking lot
She started menstruating when I started to pop
I started this drop and headed out to the spot
$2700 at the Mandalay Bay, $3700 Mirage the same day
Bitches really like the way The Bay play
Me and Mac Dre, we off the ash tray
[Chorus: Taj-He-Spitz]
I got that G-A-M-E
I've got that G-A-M-E
I spit that G-A-M-E
I give that G-A-M-E
Now I know hoes that go, go
Sunshine, rain, sleet, snow, snow
I don't sweat her, I let her know, know
Get chips, get rich, get dough, dough
G.A.M.E. was produced by Troy “Tha Rolla” Sanders.