Da Game lyrics

Artist  : Lost Boyz 
Song : Da Game



 Send "Da Game" Ringtone to your Cell 

 YO I NEEDS DOUGH YOU NEEDS DOUGH WE NEEDS DOUGH SO
YO (X4)



VERSE ONE (MR CHEEKS)



PUT ON MY THINKIN CAP

DONT KNOW TO RAP ABOUT THE NIGGAS GETTIN OUTTA
STATE TRAP

LIVIN DAT YO WHUTS UP BLACK

WELL ITS MY THIRD DAY HOME AND NOT A CENT TO MY
NAME

NO JOBS THEY CLAIM IM BACK IN THE DRUG GAME

I NEED SOME MONEY IN A HURRY

IM SINGIN MY BABY BOY TROY HE'LL BE TWO NEXT
FEBRUARY

IM IN THE CRIB WIT MY MAN

MY NIGGA VAN DAM

AN WERE THINKIN OF AN OUTTA STATE PLAN PEEP
IT

MY MAN ROLLA DOUGHS FLYIN UP ON FRIDAY 

HES BUY'N A HALF AN BOUNCIN BACK ON THE
HIGHWAY

NOW FRIDAY COMES MOMS IS BEEFIN CAUSE IM
CURSIN

SHE SMELLS CHEEB ON ME IMA WHOLE DIFFERENT
PERSON

WELL I GUESS IM GOIN TA CHEET

SHE UNDERSTOOD THE CHAT

NOW CALL ME WHEN YA GET THERE AN TELL ME WHERE
YOU AT

ALL RITE MA

I CHECKED OUT ALL MY NIGGAS THEN WE JETTED 

WIT FIFTY BALLS A PEICE BROUGHT A PEICE FOR
UNLEADED

SMOKIN BLUNTS FORTY OUNCIN

G AND P BOUNCIN

THIS IS HOW WE DO

WES THE LOST BOYZ CREW 



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WE IN THE GAME THE BITCHES THE MONEY THE CARS
(X4)



VERSE TWO (MR CHEEKS)



DREAMS IN THE HEAD WE GONNA BLOW

46 BALLS A PEICE AN EACH GOT AN O

IN THE TRUNK PUNK

WE BOUNCIN TO JAMAICA QUEENS FUNK

AN INSIDE THE BLUNT 21 SKUNK

WERE HEADED FOR THE BELLY AN WERE ENTERIN THE
MOUTH

NIGGAS IN THE HAT BLACK AN YO WE HEADED SOUTH

NOW THAT DONT LOOK RITE

BUT LISTEN BLACK WE BE AIIGHT

SMOKIN BLUNTS BY THE BOXES 

GHETTO CHAMPAIGNE IS CHILL

STOP BACK THE FIRST BIT BOYS FOR GAS AN A
MEAL

NOW EVERYBODIES LOOKIN AT THE NIGGAS FROM NEW
YORK

FIELD JACKETS ON AN THEY PEEP AS WE TALK

I SAY TO PRETTY LOU WELL LOOK A ROLLA DOUGHS
HAT

I WANT ONE OF THEM SHITS BY THE TIME I GETS
BACK

WE GOT THE GAS ATE A MEAL ON THE ROAD ONCE
AGAIN

TALIQS ON THE BLUNT G AN P'S ON THE HENN



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VERSE THREE (MR CHEEKS)



NOW WE REACHED THE DESTINATION 1 OCLOCK ON THE
DOT

WENT TO CHECK OUT THE SPOT 

ITS RITE NEXT TO A LOT

WE JUMPED OUT THE CAR WE GOT THE WHOLE TOWN
STARIN

AT THE NEW YORK CITY PLATES AN THE TOUGH SHIT WE
WEARIN

I GUESS IT ALL SEEMS THAT WE CAME TO CAUSE
RACKET

MY NIGGAS IN THE ACK AN EACH GOT A FIELD
JACKET

A WEEK DOWN THE LINE WE GOT SHIT ON THE BALL

EVERY SINGLE DAY WE GETTIN FRESH IN THE MALL

TROOPIN

PLUS WE GOT THE CAR WASH MOVIN

WE GETTIN OUR CONNECTS FROM A CUBAN NAMED
RUBIN

HANGIN OUTTA STATE

PO NINE IS A PEASANT

LIVIN IN THE PARK BUT IN THE PARK IT AINT SO
PRESENT



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