The Game - Too Much Lyrics
(feat. Nate Dogg)[the Game]I'm From The Old Hood, Somethin Like Yo' HoodWhere Niggaz Don't Know Good, Or Know Suge, But The Blow GoodSo We Rock It Like Tracy McgradySend It To Houston In A Gray MercedesI'm A Product Of My Environment, Grew Up In The 80'sSo That Mean, Me Kanyeezy And Jeezy All Crack BabiesAnd It's Evident My Flow Is Heaven-sentFirst Lp, On The Same Shelf As The VeteransNigga I Can't Be *****ed, Like A LesbianI'm To Hip-hop What Cartoon Is To MexicansI'm A Artist, Never Claimed To Be The HardestJust Number One Since B.i.g. And 'pac DepartedNate Ridin With Me, Snoop Ridin With MeAll You Other Niggaz Used To Be Good Like Ken GriffeyI'm On Fire Like The Tip Of A BluntOn Fire Like A Nigga That Let It Drip For A MonthI'm A Blood, You Can Crip If You Want, Just Let It BumpLike You Got Scott Storch Tied Up In The TrunkI'm The Ice Cream Truck Man, Guns In The Trunk ManDrugs In The Trunk Man, Call Me The Front Man[chorus One: The Game]Too Much Cris' In The Club Not To Get DrunkToo Many *****es In The World Not To *****Too Much Chronic In The Studio Not To Roll It UpAnd Too Much Bass In The Trunk, So Let It Bump[chorus Two: Nate Dogg]You Look Like You Mad As *****, But Who Cares?Grabbin Her By The Arm, Cause She StareDon't Know How Much Atten-tion You PayYou Better Be Ready To Die, In This Game[the Game]I Thought I Told Y'allI'm Done With The Beef Clown, My Son Three NowAnd I've Been Watchin Dre So Long I'm Makin Beats NowGame On The Rebound Like Ben Wallace In The D-townI Mean Chi-town, ***** It It Can Go DownNigga I Spit The Whole Round, Fo' Plus Fo'-poundNigga This The Wild Wild West, Call It A ShowdownAnd I'm Billy The Kid 'til They Split My WigI Come Back From The Dead, Tell 'em Kill Me AgainPut My Head On The Barrel, Dare A Nigga To Shoot MeI'm Gangsta, Took More Shots Than TookieI'm Alive, So I'ma Take A Patron Shot For TookieRoll A California Blunt And Keep Watchin The MovieInspired By This Gangbangin Shit Since I Was TwoI Brought The West Coast Back, What The ***** You Do?I'm The Ice Cream Truck Man, Guns In The Trunk ManDrugs In The Trunk Man, Call Me The Front Man[chorus One + Chorus Two][the Game]Drive Fast, Both Hands On The DashClose Both Of Your Eyes And Hope That You Don't CrashIt's Lyrical Homicide, Both Airbags OutRoll The *****in Windows Down, Let The Bass OutNiggaz - Drop The Top On Whatever In*****es - Let Your Ponytail Blow In The WindInhale The Chronic, Blow Out Dollar SignsNigga You Can Drive A Bentley If Only In Your MindFour Doors, Leather And WoodRide Like I Got A Horse Stable Under My HoodAnd I Keep A Chrome Fo'-five Under My HoodSo If I Die, Nigga Bury Me Under My HoodWho Had The Hottest ***** In The Game, Wearin They ChainMr. H To The Izzo, Nas And HurricaneLong As My Family Straight, Read This At My WakeI Gave 'em "the Documentary" And They Scraped The PlateTwenty Magazine Covers, Nigga Look At His FaceI Can Not, Will Not Ever Be ReplacedI'm The Ice Cream Truck Man, Guns In The Trunk ManDrugs In The Trunk Man, Call Me The Front Man[chorus One + Chorus Two][nate Dogg]He Wolfin A Lot Of Shit, He Look ScaredYou Can't Find Your Girl, She Right HereI'm Not A Bad Dream, I'm A Nightmare'sides There's Way Too Many Hoes In Here
