Man, I got the world buzzin', buzzin', buzzin', buzzin' Like da, da, da, da, da, da, da When I come around, 'round, 'round They go Yeah, when I come around
was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening, Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king? This rap game
't afford a Ferrari But that don't mean I can't get you there I guess she's an Xbox, and I'm more an Atari But the way you play your game ain't fair
now All I'm tryin' to say is get back, click clack, pow 'Cause I ain't playin' around, it's the game called circlin' I don't know how, I'm way too rough
way You could be right here getting the best of me But baby, you decided he was your man And now that you're finding out He's playing little games,
's gonna be a bumpy ride) [VERSE 2] Imma spin you around, push your buttons Buy you plenty of stuff (heee hoooo) Then me take you down, to the bottom Work you all the way
I go Steal the motherfucker then we count the dough It's kinda like robbin' but it's legally done And now days if it ain't legal I don't fuck around
are shot The only thing to stop him are the bullets from SWAT Ten people died on a sunny day BUT TELL ME WHO TAUGHT HIM HOW TO SHOOT THAT WAY KILLERS
'll see this side when there's probably no one around And there's no safer place Than if you ever are some G's home base But it ain't easy, these brothers got barricades around
skill of a hustler is to stick and move And make you say, "Damn, what's his name? Got to give a nigga props, 'cause the kid got game" Mad game, fool
Original gangster Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow Talkin' bout the way they rocked the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin
to survive, you gotta be a jerki I clock two grand a day, yet I was born to play Who me at Micky Dee's? It wouldn't work, no way I'm a big money haver
A&R's The game's hijacked, the rap game's hijacked Let me tell you how it happened Now while every MC in the game Was worryin' about a white boy gettin
do You might call it a gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang, the whole school was down And one way or another everybody fucked around
solo flight Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a platinum fame In the game
towns But South Central L.A. is where that shit goes down Tonight, I gotta meet this nigga from around the way Some say he's cool, I think he's DEA
Find a way to breathe easy and forget about all the lies Baby, all your worries I will help you put to side You don't have to turn around let's find