Talib Kweli - A Game Lyrics
[Intro - Talib Kweli]7-18 stand up (c'mon) Talib Kweli, BK MCTurn it up (yeah)We 'bout to drop it lowBaby I got the flow (yeah) to work your abdominal (I'm goin in)It's the lava flow (yeah) strictly A gameRock it fast, rock it slow (whoa)You got to rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa, whoa)Rock it fast, rock it slow (c'mon, yeah)You gon' rock it fast, rock it slow (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah!)[Talib Kweli]Black rock and roll, black hotter flowAt the end of the black brick road, lets get it goin yoGeffen don't ***** the shit up, ship it goldSo I could sell like the whole Jigga back catalo'Matta fact I'm tryin to sell out, concerts and merch' famAlways get the story straight accounts first hand (yeah)That nigga, the crack spitter, the black fitted lowGive you that bit of information soYou could know what you see when it's your time to goThe diamond flow cut glass, crack binary codeYou're kinda slow, you need a new career (yeah)You're kinda old, you need to hang the mic up on the wall like a souvenirDon't blame the mangers, "Be All You Can Be"Join the Army like Canibus, niggaz avoidin melike the draft and run to Canada, flash like a cameraThat's when his girl asked me to dance with her - so we gon'[Chorus](Hop to the beat and then stop) Yeah, drop it lowBaby I got the flow to work your abdominal(Ladies I know I get hot) Like lava flowStrictly the A game, rock it fast, rock it slow(Hop to the beat and then stop) Yeah, drop it lowBaby I got the flow to work your abdominal(Ladies I know I get hot) Like lava flowStrictly the A game, drop it fast[Talib Kweli]That's how we do it all the way live..I put it down so hard that I developed a rep (c'mon)From the punchlines to cave in your delicate chestThe fella can test, let's see how jealousy getI smell the fear in the air and I could tell he was pet'Kweli - look in my eyes and you could tell I'm a threatI wet my throat and get bent like a pelican's neckI make a gentleman's bet with my ghetto connectAnd got a .9 in my mind you can't metal detectI pull it out, put it to your head and shoot from the hipI fired 13 shots and left 2 in the clip (yeah)I spit the truth, that's it, I'm not confused one bit (c'mon)I'm so New York City streets that I'm abusin your whipCruisin the strip, sunny day sky blue like a Crip (c'mon)For the rush hour Enuff threw this in the mixQuarter to six, Amadeus is producin the hits (oh, oh, oh)To get a screw loose in your chick, son she losin her shit (whoa)[Chorus][Interlude - 4x]Check me out, yeah, yeah, yeahGet your ass up on the dance floorNo we don't stop, when we in the dance offBaby girl whatchu wanna get into?I wanna get in too, bring your friends too[Chorus]
