Too Much (Album Version|Explicit)

Too Much - The Game (Jayceon)
I'm from the old hood somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good or know Suge but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy Mcgrady
Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment grew up in the 80's
So that mean me Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident my flow is heaven sent
First LP on the same shelf as the veterans
Ni**a I can't be f**ked like a lesbian
I'm to hip hop what cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm an artist never claimed to be the hardest
Just number one since BIG and PAC departed
Nate ridin' with me snoop ridin' with me
All you other niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a ni**a that let it drip for a month
I'm a blood you can Crip if you want just let it bump
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many b**ches in the world not to f**k
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk so let it bump
You look like you mad as f**k but who cares
Grabbin' her by the arm cause she stared
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this game
I'm done with the beef clown my son three now
And I've been watchin' Dre so long I'm makin' beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D town
I mean Chi Town f**k it it can go down
Ni**a I spit the whole round fo' plus fo' pounds
Ni**a this the wild wild west call it a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig
I come back from the dead tell 'em kill me again
Put my head on a barrel dare a ni**a to shoot me
I'm gangsta took more shots than Tookie
I'm alive so I'mma take a patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin' a movie
Inspired by this gangbangin' sh*t since I was two
I brought the west coast back what the f**k you do
I'm the ice cream truck man guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many b**ches in the world not to f**k
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk so let it bump
You look like you mad as f**k but who cares
Grabbin' her by the arm cause she stared
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this game
Drive fast both hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash
It's lyrical homicide both airbags out
Roll the f**kin' windows down let the bass out
Niggas drop the top on whatever you in
B**ches let your ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the chronic blow out dollar signs
Ni**a you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind
Four doors leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a chrome fo'five under my hood
So if I die ni**a bury me under my hood
Who had the hottest b**ch in the game wearin' they chain
Mr H to the Izzo Nas and Hurricane
Long as my family straight read this at my wake
I gave 'em the documentary and they scraped the plate
Twenty magazine covers ni**a look at his face
I can not will not ever be replaced
Cause I'm the ice cream truck man guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many b**ches in the world not to f**k
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk so let it bump
You look like you mad as f**k but who cares
Grabbin' her by the arm cause she stared
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this game
He wolfin' a lot of sh*t he look scared
You can't find your girl she right here
I'm not a bad dream I'm a nightmare
Sides there's way too many hoes in here