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- B-Legit f/ Snoop Dogg - The Game Is Cold Lyrics
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- [B-Legit]
- It's me and Coleone at the pound on perk
- Wanna hit the stripper spot, maybe knock us some work
- It's been a minute, I'm in it still down to ride
- 98 Nav' with the screens inside
- Hoes wanna roll, bitches know we go big
- A car full of dope, nigga sittin' on six
- Big like a gat, so now my mack stay low
- With no DL so I bails from fifth-0
- I'm hittin' corners, blocks, driveways and alleys
- Whitewall's and Rally's dippin' up and down Cali
- Might hit the spot, and wanna get down tough
- A bag full of kush and a sack of the duff
- You had enough? You know the staff was down to hurt her
- The bitch was a groupie hoe, just fucked C-Murder
- And I'm a motherfucker dick that's Platinum and Gold
- It ain't my fault, that's what I was taught, the game is cold
- [Chorus]
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- The game is cold
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- The game is cold
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- The game is cold
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- [Snoop Dogg]
- Guess who's back in the motherfuckin' house
- With a fat sack and a dick for your mouth
- Nigga comin' back with hoes, money and clout
- And tryin' to show y'all what this shit is really about
- Now, I can kick it with B or light up the heat
- Or holler at P, turn up the beat
- Bangin' the fo', the low-low that is
- Or slang dodo or coco, fo' sho' that is
- But I ain't even trippin' no more
- I'm like the Six Million Dollar Man, nigga in slow-mo
- Go bro, take this shit as far as ya ever been
- Shit I'm tryin' to go places, ain't no nigga never been
- But then, niggaz steady tryin' to twist me
- In the pen I got the whole Crip card with me
- Come get me, y'all niggaz know where I'm at
- Ain't No Limit to this shit, just know that
- Nigga know that, we show that
- [Chorus]
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- The game is cold
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- The game is cold
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- The game is cold
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- [B-Legit]
- Up early in the mornin', dressed in black
- I'm to the dope track to get the dope sack
- Blowin', it's Mr. Bill Clinton of Vallejo, California
- With no warnin' shots, just thought I'd warn ya
- I used to campaign, sold D in the rain
- Came Mother's Day, gave chickens away
- Now where I stay, in the Yay, be on the under
- Shit be like a jungle, sometimes it make we wonder
- By the summer, fuck a Hummer, I ball a 'Burban
- If niggaz don't get it together, it's curtains
- I'm certain, we all hurtin', all want a piece
- But if you fiddle with mine I turn savage beast
- Leave you creased nigga, like you stole somethin'
- People tell me "Legit, you's a cold somethin"
- Fuck fightin' and frontin', and bustin' over nothin'
- That's how they fold, the game be cold
- [Chorus]
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- The game be cold
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- The game be cold
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- The game be cold
- ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat")
- The game be cold
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