Don't Fuck With Us (Explicit)
The Game"Don't Fuck With Us (Explicit)" is a song by The Game, released in 2014 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:03 long and contains 51 lines and 451 words.
0:01We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
0:08We spittin heat on your block
0:14We new to the game but runnin the spot
0:23Numbin your knot with basslines that'll make ya neck break
0:33This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate
0:44Open your mind without makin ya meditate
0:47We real champs y'all just featherweight
0:51Time to get it straight I push your wig back
0:57Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac
1:01Beefin with us We're leavin you face down
1:06Stompin ***** rappers like I'm straight outta A Town
1:10Runnin the playground like it was a track meet
1:18Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet
1:24We into big things bank account's overgrown
1:31All types of cheese swiss cheddar provolone
1:34Guaranteed to burn wax like candles
1:39Track hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels
1:43Y'all ***** crews don't wanna **** with us
1:45Y'all bound to lose another one bites the dust
1:47It's Trademarc the truth laid back aloof
1:51I'm God as if you needed some proof
1:55You ain't hard I can see it on you I need a roof
1:58**** a droptop crop if I'm creepin on you
2:02Click clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you
2:05Spittin back live rounders with five pounders
2:08If we meetin on two I put a beatin on you
2:10Your sound's tired buddy that's why I'm sleepin on you
2:14We lean back in the ride with cream stackin the rawhide
2:17The sound of God slide with a raw vibe
2:19Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots
2:22So sick I've been handlin flows since enamel was gold tooth
2:26And branded by low
2:30You cold **** like eskimo **** at 7 below
2:41You slow you be the last to think
2:44My hands seen more ****** dirt than bathroom sinks
2:47I got punks dumps and switches dump chumpses *******
2:53We feed you to the sharks you can sleep with the fishes
2:56Clean you like dishes but I ain't no busboy
3:02You ain't family you ain't earnin my trust boy
3:06Seen too many ******* that'll double cross ya
3:08We bring more drama than the Laker roster
3:10Get the click pissed ain't nobody can save ya
3:14Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela
3:18Marc Predka's the name the rest of you lame
3:20I'm ego drivin seen with different women every size and frame
3:25I refine my game by ****** famous *******
3:32But it's all the same it's just ex to the next
3:38For *** or brain misses or Mrs
3:44Married or not my game don't stop
3:50It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow
4:03Y'all are small time suckers like a knee high ho
We keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks We spittin heat on your block We new to the game but runnin the spot Numbin your knot with basslines that'll make ya neck break This rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate Open your mind without makin ya meditate We real champs y'all just featherweight Time to get it straight I push your wig back Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac Beefin with us We're leavin you face down Stompin ***** rappers like I'm straight outta A Town Runnin the playground like it was a track meet Shoes on the whip that be bigger than Shaq's feet We into big things bank account's overgrown All types of cheese swiss cheddar provolone Guaranteed to burn wax like candles Track hittin hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels Y'all ***** crews don't wanna **** with us Y'all bound to lose another one bites the dust It's Trademarc the truth laid back aloof I'm God as if you needed some proof You ain't hard I can see it on you I need a roof **** a droptop crop if I'm creepin on you Click clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you Spittin back live rounders with five pounders If we meetin on two I put a beatin on you Your sound's tired buddy that's why I'm sleepin on you We lean back in the ride with cream stackin the rawhide The sound of God slide with a raw vibe Straight military camel clothes ash brown boots So sick I've been handlin flows since enamel was gold tooth And branded by low You cold **** like eskimo **** at 7 below You slow you be the last to think My hands seen more ****** dirt than bathroom sinks I got punks dumps and switches dump chumpses ******* We feed you to the sharks you can sleep with the fishes Clean you like dishes but I ain't no busboy You ain't family you ain't earnin my trust boy Seen too many ******* that'll double cross ya We bring more drama than the Laker roster Get the click pissed ain't nobody can save ya Throw heat without lookin like Fernando Valenzuela Marc Predka's the name the rest of you lame I'm ego drivin seen with different women every size and frame I refine my game by ****** famous ******* But it's all the same it's just ex to the next For *** or brain misses or Mrs Married or not my game don't stop It's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow Y'all are small time suckers like a knee high ho
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