Lyrics No More Fun And Games - The Game

3 minutes, my nigga, y'all know what it is
Just Blaze!
(No more fun and games!)

Gangsta gangsta, that's already evident
Nigga Wit' a Attitude, check check my residence
Whether I'm Crip or Blood, homie, that's irrelevant
I'm with the D.O.C., there's nobody better than
The West coast felon when he on that lowrider bike pedalin'
Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin' it
I'm wit'cha homie Doc Dre on the television
While these niggas movin' peanuts like a elephant
I move cars like spinnin' rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga, I like bitches
Them half-and-half Alicia {Keys} dyke bitches
If the head right I might Air Nike bitches
Or put 'em on the track like Just Blaze
I look down on hoes and look up to Dre
'Cause ain't

No more fun and games!
Gangsta, gangsta!
That's what they're yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
I ain't gotta tell you this but one mo' time
Leroy!
Now pay attention

I'm like Dre, Eazy, Cube, King Tee and Ren rolled in one
Used to move birdies 'til I put a hole in one
Nigga that thought I wasn't holdin a gun
And tried to ride up on me like Afeni Shakur's only son
Dre told me he ain't doin' Detox, this his only run
Ma$e comin back, and Hov, he done
I'm surrounded by legends, sittin' at the round table
I am The Game, and still niggas tryna play dude
I'm ruthless, I ain't talkin' 'bout the label
I'll hook niggas up, and I don't mean free cable
I mean I'll hook niggas up to them IV's
The same way Dre hooked me up to Iovine
I'm from the gutter, grew up in public housing
On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming
So if a nigga ever try to Jerry Heller me
Tell Dre put up a mill, cause that's what my bail'll be

No more fun and games!
Gangsta, gangsta!
That's what they're yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Nigga, I just came out the hole, I done did my time
Nigga, what you know about time?

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