Cutthoat Committee

[Intro: B-Legit] B-Legit, Mac Dre Mac Dre all day [Verse 1: Mac Dre] She ask and wonders, "Who's those guys?" ("Who's those guys?") The words they speak, are they trues or lies?" ("Words they speak, trues or lies?") B-Lit spittin' at the bitch like her ears are mics Are the twins, lesbians, queers or dykes? Mmmm, I don't know and I don't care She pay like she weigh and get it long as her hair It's irrelevant (Irrelevant), B-Lit tell a bitch (Tell a bitch) To meet us at The Magic, we elegant [Verse 2: B-Legit] Meet us at The Magic, baby, catch me en route A bass, two guppies, one shark and a trout You can ask Jake Stone what this hit is about In the city where they sin when them tricks come out It was me and Mac Dre, Cutthroat Committee Hoppin' out the big boy Bentley, you with me? At the bar, rap stars, sippin' on Henny Tryin to get it how we live, fat, tall, or skinny [Chorus: Taj-He-Spitz] I got that G-A-M-E I've got that G-A-M-E I spit that G-A-M-E I give that G-A-M-E Now I know hoes that go, go Sunshine, rain, sleet, snow, snow I don't sweat her, I let her know, know Get chips, get rich, get dough, dough [Verse 3: B-Legit] Understand one thing, big game I got it I caught her in the alley, straight aimed and shot it I popped it like I knew it, see I learned from Amy A girl that give it to me, but still can't stand me [Verse 4: Mac Dre] Cuz she don't understand me, he too flammy Fuck an Oscar or Tony, give that nigga a Grammy We somewhere in [?] Where the waters are blue and the beaches is sandy We ridin' candy, in the deuce I'm fuckin' with B-Lit and we on gorilla juice Tell the truth, don't you strip? B-Lit hook her up with the pimpin' tip [Chorus: Taj-He-Spitz] I got that G-A-M-E I've got that G-A-M-E I spit that G-A-M-E I give that G-A-M-E Now I know hoes that go, go Sunshine, rain, sleet, snow, snow I don't sweat her, I let her know, know Get chips, get rich, get dough, dough [Verse 5: Mac Dre] Now we somewhere, on North Flamingo Where the bitches, hoes and old folks play bingo We gettin Pringles, for lames that's chips And nothing but game flames from these lips [Verse 6: B-Legit] Well show me the money like Jerry Maguire I'll show you a honey, hair red like fire I know a snow bunny, stage name Desire The ho check money like the house on fire She used to be with him, but your nigga he not I caught her in the game in the parking lot She started menstruating when I started to pop I started this drop and headed out to the spot $2700 at the Mandalay Bay, $3700 Mirage the same day Bitches really like the way The Bay play Me and Mac Dre, we off the ash tray [Chorus: Taj-He-Spitz] I got that G-A-M-E I've got that G-A-M-E I spit that G-A-M-E I give that G-A-M-E Now I know hoes that go, go Sunshine, rain, sleet, snow, snow I don't sweat her, I let her know, know Get chips, get rich, get dough, dough