Game Over - Dabrye

How da fuck you sound?

Detroit make the world go round

Pull up them big trunks set up shop in your town

Week later my wolves straight lockin' it down

Bust those lead pipes that make those loud sounds

Lay down clowns I’ll turn your smile to a frown

Blown' that good green y’all chip in and they know that ground

Your the reason for the skin to come that time

They’re homo veggie thugs sportin' teddies and nightgowns

Smacking' you little ballerinas down to the ground

200 pounds of pressure

Man I’ma mess ya

Few hours later the paramedics gotta get ya

Yeah, take his ass straight to a hospital

A’int no fat and Jay’s the ultimate obstacle

Cain’t fuck with it -- it’s impossible

It’s on and popin'

You lost the show imposters

On my East side, West side

Say it again

East side, West side (west side)

Nigga’s doin' the flair

You’re just a little… boy

Fuckin' with a man

Call up them big fellas

Never see you again

While you lames tryin' to say in the game

We playin' to win

Been heard once -- I say it again

While you lames tryin' to say in the game

We playin' to win (win)

Phat Kat and Jay did it again -- Uh

They can pretend while we get this though

All my hoes go get it

Pimpin' takes dough from the hoes and go spen' it

I takes it from the baby mama

I takes it from the cousin

I’ll kick you sober in the motivator when I’m buzzin'

I make 'em, I break 'em, I came in the door

I said it before -- don’t let it be short

Cause it’s not the game to play

No, it’s not the game (Hoax)

It’s just the way that we play

Gotta pimp-smack baby on the daily for cake

Maybe it’s just the way that we lay it down

Cause just like that

Hoe’s come out the puss like that

Head up in the rib -- I push

Like the mack I am it’s bitch, choose or loose it

With truth in the music who could refuse it?

Who keeps the fuse lit?

New shit, nigga

Wanna walk the walk, well make sure your shoes fit

Tighten your laces, boy…

And if your lips is loose I got plenty of shit to tighten your faces

Huh -- let’s face it, you’re basic, boy

Jay, spit it

Don’t hate, bitch

Make some noise.

(oh)

Yo- yo, This is dedicated to all the Detroit hoes

Who got your city on lock?

Check it out:

Yo -- from the 3−1-3 (Hard)

Let’s get it up like it’s Monday night in The Key

With 22's, 23's

It get’s sicker than that (Hard)

Bounce with the shoes from the jeeps

It get’s slick like that

It’s for my life, nigga’s (Hard)

From the 3−1-3

Who got the city on lock?

I’ma give you the key (Hard)

Dealin' with Kat -- it don’t get sicker than that (Hard)

Uh -- Let’s get it popin' like it’s New Year’s Eve

To my jeep nigga’s hoppin' and get 2 year lease

Beep — Beep

You ballin' that you deal all in

I like to cash her out, mash her out

I hit dem all and then bail out

And if a bitch talks shit I’ma smash her mouth

What?

Red man promo style

B-I-T-C-H's will get it K solo-style

Nigga, nigga hot shit from Dabrye

Let’s show these mufucker’s that it’s true and not just a hobby

And then take the trim straight to the Atheneum

And let 'em just sit in the lobby

Spit game is just plain, y’all simple miss

Stop it

I give it to you like Pop Bitch and Mobb Deep

And that’s why I fucked yo bitch

East side my nigga’s is cut-throat wid it (Uh)

West side:

Get live

Keep your hands clappin', it’s your man’s back in this

Check out time -- pack your shit

Or get in the black back handed smacks and dat

You don’t want Kat and me to spit

It’s game over