Chubb Rock - Games We Play Lyrics
[chubb rock]All attention to all of the, lyrical swigsWhether you studio switch or youre, synching a gigYes! I address to all the known known factorsWhere you slave to the rhythm of con-troling the mastersI. smythe, whether you drive a benz or a bikeWhether you straight hit or you go strictly dykeDick van, no drugs I only snort dristanAnd I point to the sister, and yes I can canA, gangsta lean get funky like a latrine andLyrics scream deep into the +roots+ like ben vereenRockin, the apple, since the mayor were (? )I smacked double platinum, or hit gold watchIll achieve, notoriety just like (? )Squad squeeze, but they can mingle with the breezeBut hey, parlay - you dont know my wayThese are the games we play..[chorus]Hey, hey, hey (hey hey)These are the games we playI dont know what else to say -> biggie smalls[chorus][chubb rock]Journalists script shit, that gets me kind of pissedNo real award given to the, funkiest hits andLyrics get prolific and, kids start to sip itEsophagus start bulge, specific and centrificGet a dollar, if I sell more than the group abbaThe source critics still want to diss my yabba, dabba-da-dooThe pulse that revived the crash crewIf Im rockin, on the ra-a-adio ewwWhy they, cant downgrade but if they tryI rock from brooklyn to that crooked-letter-iI, my temper, I remember starts to boilThe (? ? ) but happy that the heads stayed loyalThe groove hits the ground from the maker of get downPeace love and all that shit plus five poundBuy hey, parlay - you dont know my wayThese are the games we play..[chorus][chubb rock]Mo hits the beat then chubb handles the rappinThe un-thinkable flow is fly plus extra napkinsAnd the girls pon flatbush look stush without my googlesAnd look as they squint then I blink push up the throttleI, meet this to eat this i, leave this to beavisIf I wanna smoke ya spliff I might get, stiffer than penisOooh, I had to go and rip your whole crewWith freeze love ran land butt rub and blue oohDippi - dippi dip on youWith all my niggaz and squads and the, funkiest jewAr-tistic lift it start the trend to the phonicsAnd, funk all pure lyrics that turn to alcoholicsGhetto tales, start to prevail the shitWhether youre east west miami bass blood or cripBut hey, hey, you dont know my wayThese are the games we play..[chorus] - 4x
