Max B - Take The Game Lyrics
Verse 1Max B:I tell niggaz to ante upLet the family *****, *****, why you pull ya panties up, stand me upSit me down, hit me with the pound, I'm a keeperYou niggaz outta style like beepersBigga, he's teacher, he could show you loops that you never seenFruits from the EvergreenI'm the quality pedigree, young Bron James with the ballBut on the weak, I'm ashamed of y'allClaim the fame to call myself Bigg, Jigg, and Pac, hit the cigs a lotMami, she like to lick the *****, skip the drop (skip it)7-60 V12 for the winterTake your shoes off before you enterGet her dentures a good cleaning, speed in 'em till they get whiteThis nigga he like Mekhi Phiph', actor***** you tryna rap for, even though I'm comfty(They can never take the game from a young G)HookMax B:YeahI like six-fours and thick hoesJust look at the way she walk, my shit growsLife is a *****, you know how the shit goes(They can never take the game from a young G)(Repeat)Verse 2Mac Mustard:My nigga, we stack bread, let it fly through the roofTake the leash off the vinyls, let 'em fly through ya CoupeWatch him fly off the stoop, trippin' over trashcansGot this shit infected like the trashmanCash fam will get a nigga laid on his ass famJimmy couldn't ride the wave, now he yellin' "Splash" fam, damnNiggaz ask what type of zone you be inKuz I keep the six parked, and we drive the 5 like a UBNLet you pick a nigga like UPNAnd leave his brains all over the hood of his new BM'80's baby, raised off of Rakim and Kool G RapSpit slugs that knock the pins off ya ***** doobie rapLeave a nigga laid out on the corner of his blockThrow the press on and leave his ass cornered with his rocksBetter warn him that I pop, hit his head with the warning shot(They can never take the game from a young G)HookMax B:YeahI like six-fours and thick hoesJust look at the way she walk, my shit growsLife is a *****, you know how the shit goes(They can never take the game from a young G)(Repeat)Verse 3Max B:Heavy on the wristwear, shit real glitteryI puts ya outta ya miseryPiffery, slippery, get me in a jam, I can ease outDropped the Domain, had 'em fiend outHad 'em bowing down to the great one, niggaz praise me like the BuddhaMy music slways moves ya, lose yaLeave ya in the woods till it stinks up, get ya links upNigga you best to drink upNigga you best, stop *****in' with me, I'm a grizzlyGlide through the city like a frisbee, mama dig meWanna suck, *****, wanna let the team get a tasteI'm tryna do it in her faceDo it for the cake, kuz it's needed, beat itHomie best to step, things are almost completedThis murder case, so I'm weeded, I'm gettin' money, B(They can never take the game from a young G)HookMax B:YeahI like six-fours and thick hoesJust look at the way she walk, my shit growsLife is a *****, you know how the shit goes(They can never take the game from a young G)(Repeat)
