Ice Cube - The Game Lord Lyrics

Lyrics The Game Lord - Ice Cube




I love chrome and paint
Lookin' for some motherfuckin' corners to bank
West coast what the fuck you thank?
Everybody here off weed and drank
(Everybody)
Before you check my rims
When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs
You better check ya friends
And see if ya baby momma left with them
Blacks and Mexicans
Stop all that bullshit in the pen
Understand that is us verse them
They can give a fuck if we sink or swim
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
I got to show my ass
To thank these motherfuckers for my past
In South Central, Los Angeles
Grand mama smoke cannabis
Granddaughter wanna dance and shit
Her own momma can't stand the bitch
If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord
If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord
I love where I'm from
Hungry ass niggaz better get you some
Smart ass niggaz play dumb
Y'all can't fuck with the city I run
If I snap my fingers
Better curl up just like a fetus
I hope you know Jesus
'Cause if you don't, boy you will see us
Where? Up in your house
Two double barrels up in your mouth
You got some splainin' to do
And don't get the line 'cause we aiming at you
(Ooh)
It's a doggy dog world baby
You a nut and I'ma squirrel baby
Can I get ya in my world baby?
Can ya grease my Jeri curl baby?
Did you flip yo' wig
To let Michael Jackson baby sit yo' kids?
That nigga old as hell
They need to throw the motherfuckin' momma in jail
Let 'em know
If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord
If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord
Fuck wit' this if you want to
The game lord will punish you
Punish us if we ain't true
To the game like we 'pose to
Fuck wit' this if you want to
The game lord will punish you
Punish us if we ain't true
To the game like we 'pose to
I'm the game lord, y'all come now
Casanova niggaz, got the sun down
Run down every hoe that wanna go shoppin'
Get they kids, take 'em to the mall, buy 'em somethin'
Are you a gentleman?
Big bear wit' a nigga named Gentle Ben
Ladies, he'll be yo' friend
Wait for the cable guy even let him in
Not me, I won't flex or bend
Just 'cause a hoe promise me some trim
You better get wit' the rest of them
'Cause can't none of y'all even fuck wit' Kim
Some niggaz was born wit' hoe in 'em
I was put on this Earth to spit ism
And I shall return like it's written
And slay all the suckers who be sippin'
If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord
If you fuckin' up, pray to the game lord
Wanna bust a nut? Pray to the game lord
Nigga get ya cup, pray to the game lord
You can throw it up, pray to the game lord
Pray to the game lord
Pray to the game lord



Writer(s): ICE CUBE, UNDERDUE DE JON LAMONT, UNDERDUE TEAK ALGER


Ice Cube - Laugh Now, Cry Later
Album Laugh Now, Cry Later
date of release
06-06-2006

1 Chrome & Paint
2 Chrome & Paint
3 Chrome & Paint
4 The Game Lord
5 The Game Lord
6 Click, Clack - Get Back!
7 Click, Clack - Get Back!
8 Growin' Up (explicit version)
9 Growin' Up
10 Growin' Up
11 A History of Violence (Skit)
12 A History of Violence
13 A History of Violence
14 The Nigga Trapp
15 The N***a Trapp
16 The N***a Trap
17 The N***a Trap
18 Go to Church
19 Go to Church
20 Go to Church
21 Stop Snitchin'
22 Laugh Now, Cry Later
23 Chrome and Paint
24 Stop Snitchin'
25 Laugh Now, Cry Later
26 Doin' What It 'Pose 2Do
27 Definition of a West Coast G (intro)
28 Why We Thugs
29 Why We Thugs
30 Smoke Some Weed
31 Smoke Some Weed
32 Dimes & Nicks (A Call From Mike Epps)
33 Dimes & Nicks (A Call from Mike Epps)
34 Child Support
35 Child Support
36 2 Decades Ago (Insert)
37 Two Decades Ago
38 Doin' What It 'Pose 2do
39 Steal the Show
40 Steal the Show
41 You Gotta Lotta That
42 You Gotta Lotta That
43 Spittin' Pollaseeds
44 Spittin' Pollaseeds
45 Spittin' Pollaseeds
46 Spittin' Pollaseeds
47 Holla @ Cha' Boy
48 Holla @ Cha' Boy
49 Run
50 Pockets Stay Fat
51 Dick Tease




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