Coolio - Exercise Yo' Game[Rap Area] | Текст песни

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When I was fifteen years old
Straight dope game I was told
I went from selling pennies of the riders dank ah (riders dank ah)
Timin ass think of slangin crank (think of slangin griqua)
Situation critical: phone home phone home
Talkin on my digital: call phone
Ya seen a boatload of situations for dangleations
Invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations
Boy I tell you shit is pitiful, damn!
Vocally repentable, dead right!
I try to stay away from artificial (artificial)
Plastic ass (plastic ass), pleather motherfuckin individuals
(Fuckah!!)
*Coolio*
Exercise yo' game mayn
Cause things is changin and rearrangin
Exercise yo game mayn
Just use yo' brain mayn don't run the same game
*E-40*
Exercise yo' game mayn
Fertilize yo' grass, playa get da cash
Exercise yo' game mayn
But you gotta make it last!
Verse Two: Coolio
One lone loco rides away
into the sunset but, I ain't done yet
Respect yourself and wear your vest
Keep your guard up cause fools be hard up
When you hittin dips better check yo' clips and
Watch the police and the Bloods and the Crips
Anyway you dudes got ta pay your dues
Keep one in the chamber cause the shoes always loose
Rubber wheels beat rubber heels anyday
Put the green in your jeans and get the holes out ya halo
Or you can stay broke while your homies is rollin smokes
And sippin yak and smokin dank and tellin jokes, haha
Pa-pap, pa-pap *gunshot sound accompanies*, fool you can have that
I worked too hard for mine, to let you take a dime
No pain no gain no pocket change
Prepare yourself for battle, exercise yo' game
*Coolio*
Exercise yo' game mayn
Make your money grow don't you be no hoe low
Exercise yo' game mayn
Keep your works on tight to make yo' stash stay right and
*E-40*
Exercise yo' game mayn
Fertilize your grass, playa get yo' cash
Exercise yo' game mayn
Playa get your coins, be like Donald Goines
Have heart have money man, have heart have money man -- YAKNOW!
Verse Three: KAM
I got next you wanna run with me homey (yeap)
Well I don't need playas in the paint who cain't do nuttin fo' me
Show me get down nigga (right) we can make sumpim happen (yeah)
I'm West coast Eastside East hood slum gangsta rappin
Niggaz say you want to be affiliated (yeah)
Well let me warn you: I'm the kind of playa that's really hated
I'm rated X like Malcolm
E-40, Coolio, and KAM -- sprinkle game like talcum
You want to make money in the game well let me show you
How to do for self cause ain't nobody gon' do this for you
Oh you caught like lint; if you waitin on the mystery God
Cause ain't nobody gonna give you shit
You gotsta get up, off yo' ass
and put yourself in heaven on Earth, before you pass
And exercise yo' game -- exercise yo' game fool
Verse Four: 40 Thevz
Peep game from a young ass, rollin on the one way
Foot to the gas got the indo mixed with hash
Monday through Sunday and all in-between
I fiend for my paper, my fed, and my green
Ain't no busters or no suckers on my team or in my mattress
Just call me the Pimp
And you can call me the Rat
Watch my feet hit the tracks it, ain't no lookin back
I'm on a mission tryin to put my fuckin click on the map
But these niggaz don't know the half
Runnin with riff raff but I got some game for your bitch ass
Cause your game is weaker than an anorexic
I exercised my game until I had my game perfected
I wrote the game on paper then I put the game on record
You better check it nigga don't you every disrespect it
E-X-C-E, R-I-S-E, Y-O-G-A, M-E for-dy/40
Thevz in the house better exercise yo' game
Exercise yo' game
*E-40*
Have heart have money mayn, have heart have money mayn, Y

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