Lyrics The Game Is Cold - B-Legit
It's
me
and
Coleone
at
the
pound
on
perk
Wanna
hit
the
stripper
spot,
maybe
knock
us
some
work
It's
been
a
minute,
I'm
in
it
still
down
to
ride
98
Nav'
with
the
screens
inside
Hoes
wanna
roll,
bitches
know
we
go
big
A
car
full
of
dope,
nigga
sittin'
on
six
Big
like
a
gat,
so
now
my
mack
stay
low
With
no
DL
so
I
bails
from
fifth-0
I'm
hittin'
corners,
blocks,
driveways
and
alleys
Whitewall's
and
Rally's
dippin'
up
and
down
Cali
Might
hit
the
spot,
and
wanna
get
down
tough
A
bag
full
of
kush
and
a
sack
of
the
duff
You
had
enough?
You
know
the
staff
was
down
to
hurt
her
The
bitch
was
a
groupie
ho,
just
fucked
C-Murder
And
I'm
a
motherfucker
dick
that's
Platinum
and
Gold
It
ain't
my
fault,
that's
what
I
was
taught,
the
game
is
cold
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
Guess
who's
back
in
the
motherfuckin'
house
With
a
fat
sack
and
a
dick
for
your
mouth
Nigga
comin'
back
with
hoes,
money
and
clout
And
tryin'
to
show
y'all
what
this
shit
is
really
about
Now,
I
can
kick
it
with
B
or
light
up
the
heat
Or
holler
at
P,
turn
up
the
beat
Bangin'
the
fo',
the
low-low
that
is
Or
slang
dodo
or
coco,
fo'
sho'
that
is
But
I
ain't
even
trippin'
no
more
I'm
like
the
Six
Million
Dollar
Man,
nigga
in
slow-mo
Go
bro,
take
this
shit
as
far
as
ya
ever
been
Shit
I'm
tryin'
to
go
places,
ain't
no
nigga
never
been
But
then,
niggas
steady
tryin'
to
twist
me
In
the
pen
I
got
the
whole
Crip
card
with
me
Come
get
me,
y'all
niggas
know
where
I'm
at
Ain't
No
Limit
to
this
shit,
just
know
that
Nigga
know
that,
we
show
that
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
Up
early
in
the
mornin',
dressed
in
black
I'm
to
the
dope
track
to
get
the
dope
sack
Blowin',
it's
Mr.
Bill
Clinton
of
Vallejo,
California
With
no
warnin'
shots,
just
thought
I'd
warn
ya
I
used
to
campaign,
sold
D
in
the
rain
Came
Mother's
Day,
gave
chickens
away
Now
where
I
stay,
in
the
Yay,
be
on
the
under
Shit
be
like
a
jungle,
sometimes
it
make
we
wonder
By
the
summer,
fuck
a
Hummer,
I
ball
a
'Burban
If
niggas
don't
get
it
together,
it's
curtains
I'm
certain,
we
all
hurtin',
all
want
a
piece
But
if
you
fiddle
with
mine
I
turn
savage
beast
Leave
you
creased
nigga,
like
you
stole
somethin'
People
tell
me
"Legit,
you's
a
cold
somethin"
Fuck
fightin'
and
frontin',
and
bustin'
over
nothin'
That's
how
they
fold,
the
game
be
cold
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
("I'm
goin'
in
they
mouth,
down
they
throat")
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1 Intro
2 Blaze It
3 Rap Star
4 What They Talkin' Bout
5 Destiny
6 The Game Is Cold
7 Hood Ratz And Knuckle Heads
8 I'm Dyin' With Mine
9 It's In The Game
10 Hard Head Nigga
11 Keep It P.i.
12 Where The Gangstas At
13 Grapevine
14 Touch You There
15 Gold Ones
16 Scared Man
17 The World Is A Mutha
18 To All My Playaz
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