Testo Gameover II - Lil' Flip
Testo della canzone Gameover II (Lil' Flip), tratta dall'album El Jefe
The number you have dialed has been changed
The new number is
Ah shit, y'all done let me drop a book and stack 3 milly?
(From my side hustle) I'll pop you and your thigh muscle
I'm folding blue hundreds up like origami
And to move me you gon' need a whole army
We pour Barney, we blow Gumby, we dab too
My homie Jay Michiko bring another half through
I see G-Unit back together, what up Young Buck?
This chick with me man I give her 3 thumbs up
I'm sitting crooked in the drop banging Michael Watts
It's been a whole decade since Game Over dropped
I'm navigating through the world with 20/20 vision
The birds fly south I've been flipping dirty pigeons
Now who they want?
But you don't hear me
Now who they want?
It's game over, still game over
It's game over, still game over
It's game over, still game over
It's game over, still game over
I'm courtside at the finals watching Timmy play
Yeah I be down in SA with Rich and Little A
The slab knock like a Jehovah witness at the door
But I got cameras all around, they even in the floor
My trap still bunking, I got flowers Howard
I'm spoiled rotten man, I'm on the Oxycontin (damn)
You ever counted 2 million dollars in all fives?
You know I pack that big mac for all you small fries
I'm extra terrestrial, I swang on pedestrians
Is that your thot at my door screaming "let me in"?
It's been a whole 30 minutes and she still knocking
And all she wear is short shorts like Jus Dot com
Now who they want?
But you don't hear me
Now who they want?
It's game over, still game over
It's game over, still game over
It's game over, still game over
It's game over, still game over
The game over, this shit about to change over
I'm watching Hangover in a plain Range Rover
I'm posted on the (block) don't get your ass molly (whopped)
I'll make you swallow all your (words)
Don't get your throat karate (chopped)
See it's nice like this I wish (DJ Screw was here)
I rep that Screwed Up Click (y'all know who keep it trill)
I never compromise, I always had integrity
I paid my dues, I'm not an overnight celebrity
From rap battles to black phantoms and white ghosts
The day I fall off is the day you see a white roach
I'm ringside, I sling ties
I got that throw shit, that Hulk and Big Moe shit
Now who they want?
But you don't hear me
Now who they want?
It's game over, still game over
It's game over, still game over
It's game over, still game over
It's game over, still game over
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Writer(s): Wesley E. Weston, Anthony Delveechio Grier
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