Game Time

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Know I'm racist, don't cut, this ain't no none of that

Okay, you dig?

I just lost my brother Mexico, man

But he died of natural causes

No body killed him, so I'm happy

Yeah, I got bitches on me, yeah, I got Benji's on me

Y'all went Chanaynay, I put vintage on me

Nah, my car not rented, I got a pink slip on me

And I know none of these niggas is not my homie

Suck on it, swallow it, I'm goin' in, about these bands

I got the game from good game, they real shit

Yeah, yeah, she touchin' the gang

I told Lil Gotit, "Boy, you gon' get the fame"

I told Lil Gotit, "These niggas not in our range"

I told Lil Gotit, "Boy, you gon' get the fame"

I told Lil Gotit, "These niggas not in our range"

You know you can't trust the game if it's staring in your face, huh?

Shooter for a shooter, case it get out of play, huh, haha

I see you smiling but you hating though, huh?

See the rule to the game right? Is get that paper right

Don't let these niggas play you out your driver seat

'Cause it can be all over in the morning

Long live Mexico

Teach 'em the game

Game time