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  • Текст песни E-40 feat. Payroll Giovanni, Peezy, Sada Baby - I Come From The Game

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    Helluva Made This Beat Baby

    My mama wasn't a sucka and
    My daddy wasn't a lame
    Uh uh (Bitch) , I come from the game
    I do, I come from the game
    Ho, I come from the game
    My mama wasn't no sucka and
    My daddy wasn't a lame
    Never, I come from the game
    I do (Biatch) , I come from the game
    For real
    (O oh) , I come from the game (Holla)

    Close encounter
    Digital scale and money counter
    On top of the kitchen counter
    Right up under the cabinets by
    The rice and flour packin' power
    Even in the shower I got my thirty-rounder
    Thirty-shot extended'll give a hater dementia
    Never know who wanna end ya
    Could be someone ya kin to
    The homie or just a random, whoever it is
    I handle 'em
    When I first cut my teeth in the
    Streets I fell deep in love
    With the glitter and glamour
    Bit by the hustlin' bug
    I doubled my profit off a
    Quarter zip of the yola
    Right then and there I wanted
    To be a high roller
    I was consistent about my chicken when
    I was out there deliverin'
    That nasal candy and turtle
    That nostril dust and that herbal
    Quarterbackin' and flea-flickin'
    Handin' off packs to my team my colleagues
    My squad and my co-defendants move beans
    I promised myself to be that dude no matter
    What line of work that I choose
    Stay fitted and knitted
    People judge a pimp by his shoes (Biatch)

    My mama wasn't a sucka and
    My daddy wasn't a lame
    Uh uh (Bitch) , I come from the game
    I do, I come from the game
    Ho, I come from the game
    My mama wasn't no sucka and
    My daddy wasn't a lame
    Never, I come from the game
    I do (Biatch) , I come from the game
    For real
    (O oh) , I come from the game (Holla)

    My mama got the game from my daddy
    Pops learned how to cook up
    'caine watchin' my granny
    I was the only child in a whole drug family
    Start off with nose candy
    I ain't never sold candy (Never)
    When I say the boy is mines
    I ain't talkin' Brandy (Nah)
    I'm talkin' heron
    I probably served your granddaddy (Yah)
    Bowls and Glad baggies stashin'
    Os in old Caddies
    Narcs search us 'cause we wearin'
    Cartis and our clothes baggy (C'mere)
    I had a operation back
    When you was masturbatin'
    I was broke, but havin' patience
    Now I shop with no debatin'
    I was raised around triple
    Beams and triple-gold Daytons
    All the shit that wasn't cool then
    Is shit these niggas praisin' (Yah)
    True to the game
    I ain't never broke the rules
    Never robbed my plug, never betrayed the crew
    Y'all some rappin' dudes
    Lyin' like you came from the game
    While we from the game lyin'
    Like we rap niggas, mayne
    We is not the same

    My mama wasn't a sucka and
    My daddy wasn't a lame
    Uh uh (Bitch) , I come from the game
    I do, I come from the game
    Ho, I come from the game
    My mama wasn't no sucka and
    My daddy wasn't a lame
    Never, I come from the game
    I do (Biatch) , I come from the game
    For real
    (O oh) , I come from the game (Holla)

    My mama wasn't no sucka and
    My daddy wasn't no lame
    Hustle run all in my veins, shit
    I come from out the game
    Check the facts about me, nigga
    Ain't a stain on my jacket
    I rock carats like a rabbit, nigga play
    We let 'em have it
    Shit, my mama sold powder
    My daddy sold bricks
    So all I know is gettin' commas, hell
    I guess I got a linage
    Made a play right off of counters
    Get the bag off in an hour
    God, kill me if I'm lyin', sold
    It 'fore it's done dryin', nigga
    Had junkies lined up outside my granny crib
    Fuckin' with that boy and the girls
    Just like a tranny did
    Was taught by OGs to do it
    Big before I had a bid
    I can't front a nigga shit unless
    I know where his mammy live (Uhh)
    One love to my niggas in the state prison
    Finally eatin' the fruit's of hard labor
    'cause I stayed wit' it
    24-7, I'ma hustle every day wit' it
    Can tell you all about the shit
    'cause I come from the game, nigga

    My mama wasn't a sucka and
    My daddy wasn't a lame
    Uh uh (Bitch) , I come from the game
    I do, I come from the game
    Ho, I come from the game
    My mama wasn't no sucka and
    My daddy wasn't a lame
    Never, I come from the game
    I do (Biatch) , I come from the game
    For real
    (O oh) , I come from the game (Holla)

    Никогда, я пришел из игры
    Я делаю (Биатч), я пришел из игры
    Серьезно
    (О-о), я пришел из игры (Холла)

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