Текст песни The Game Is Sold Not Told - Goldy feat. Too $hort
Why
do
you
imitate
us?
Man,
what's
really
goin
on?
Tired
of
all
you
bustas
imitatin
the
Oakland
shit
Tryin
to
tell
you
Spittin
that
Oakland
slang
and
that
Oakland
game
in
why'all
raps
Really
though
The
game
is
sold,
not
told,
stop
holdin
your
hand
out
and
wantin
a
freebee
I'm
from
Oakland,
you
can
never
be
me,
So
stop
ridin
my
dick
and
makin
it
greasy
Easy
to
take
what's
Oakland's,
you
klepto,
you
stepped
though
When
we
asked
your
ass
who
started
that
'bitch'
word
sayin
from
the
get-go
(Biaatch)
In
1982
I
heard
it
from
Too
$hort
Moms
and
pops
said,
"Turn
it
off",
But
you
stuck
and
said,
"Fuck
rap
from
New
York"
Cause
your
dick
got
hard,
but
you
ain't
seen
a
pussy
or
been
in
one
Listen
to
$hort,
be
ready
to
mack
some
bitches
when
it's
done
It's
some
of
that
mackish
Oakland
street
shit,
'bitch'
wasn't
no
secret
But
it
got
famous
when
we
said
it
when
that
beat
hit
When
$hort
dropped,
niggas
rappin
now
was
infants
We
taught
you
the
pimp-player-mack
game
cause
you
didn't
Know
the
difference
You
took
the
game
and
twist
it,
bent
it
out
of
shape
Payin
a
bitch,
givin
her
free
dick,
savin,
just
without
a
cape
Mark,
afraid
they
call
your
woman
a
bitch
and
put
that
bitch
in
her
place
Keepin
her
payin
you
cash
and
put
your
dick
in
her
face
Brims,
perms,
Caddy's
with
the
5th
wheel
We
told
you
some
of
the
game
you
ran,
wouldn't,
couldn't
sit
still
So
now
it's
time
to
take
back
what
you
stole,
and
make
you
fold
Bitch,
because
the
game
is
sold,
not
told
Spit
that
shit,
nigga
Oaktown
in
the
house
It's
still
goin
on
Now
take
my
bitch,
she
won't
complain
about
shit,
cause
she's
my
hoe
So
let
the
game
out-slick
and
hit
a
high
note
And
then
scream
out
'bitch!
' And
let
em
all
know
you
love
Too
$hort,
biatch
Now
everybody
want
to
pimp,
mack
hats
on
a
simp,
niggas
frontin
on
a
pimp
I'm
from
Oakland,
California
where
_The
Mack_
was
made
Grab
a
pen,
start
pimpin,
like
that,
you're
paid
But
your
game
is
shallow,
not
pimpin,
you
a
car
thief
Worse
than
a
fake
gangster
rap
to
a
hard
beat
I
tell
it
like
it
is,
not
sittin
at
the
house
thinkin
music
biz
I
got
love
for
the
pimp
game,
niggas
stop
dissin
Daddy's
in
the
house,
and
when
you
hear,
pops
listen
Next
time
you
start
mackin
in
a
studio
session
I
got
to
charge
his
punk
ass
for
lessons
Cause
he
want
to
be
$hort
Dog
so
damn
bad,
why'all
Bitin
on
my
dick
tryin
to
show
that
ass
off
Workin
that
image
just
like
me
But
the
game
is
sold,
it
don't
come
for
free
And
I
won't
say
"please"
when
I
collect
my
fees
Bow
down,
little
nigga,
drop
to
your
knees
And
recognize
the
original
pimps
on
the
mic
Too
$hort,
Blowfly
and
Dolemite
Sho'
ain't
you,
little
nigga
Yeah,
sho'
the
fuck
ain't
you
busta-ass
imitatin-ass
niggas
Recognize
who
started
this
shit
Let
me
ask
you
marks
some
questions
Check
it
out
Where'd
you
get
yo
funk
from?
Muthafucka
got
it
from
Oakland,
California,
niggas
Where'd
you
get
yo
game
from?
Eastside,
Westside,
Northside
Watchin
the
muthafuckin
_Mack_
starrin
Goldie,
Frank
Ward
and
Pretty
Tony
All
about
that
real
Oakland
mack
shit,
busters,
not
no
phoney
Dressin
up
like
the
old
days,
the
player's
ball
ain't
Halloween
We
give
one
in
Oakland
every
year,
stay
home
and
keep
your
collar
clean
Cause
you're
not
like
a
player,
More
like
a
shade-tree,
better
yet
a
rest
haven
Tuck
your
dick
in
your
ass
and
watch
your
chest
cave
in
Where
I'm
from
niggas
be
mackin
hoes
for
bread
and
water
Mackin
they
wife,
cause
stackin
is
life
and
times
is
gettin
harder
All
of
a
sudden
you
don't
know
That
$hort
said
never
love
a
bitch
or
a
hoe?
Mark,
so
recognize
that
you
learned
it
from
the
legendary
Too
$hort
You
stole
that
image
and
stole
that
game,
We
claim
that
shit
that
you
wrote
The
slow
beat,
fat
bass,
and
funky
bassline
With
a
name
like
Mike
Dog
get
bit
from
$hort
Dog,
I
know
it
taste
fine
Like
givin
a
fool
a
ounce
of
coke,
keepin
his
ass
from
goin
broke
When
he
get
rich
don't
give
you
shit,
you
saw
him,
but
he
never
spoke
What?
What
part
of
the
game
is
that?
We
gave
you
the
sack
and
gave
you
the
game
to
run
it
Without
this
Oakland
game
you
wouldn'ta
done
it
You
midget
rat
bastard,
you
should
be
blasted
for
the
dicks
you
rode
To
get
the
game,
cause
it's
sold,
not
told
Nigga
taught
he's
listen
to
a
couple
of
rap
tapes,
man
And
be
a
pimp,
you
know
I
guess
it
had
to
be
that
nigga
Oaktown
Wear
that
hat
like
me,
nigga,
act
like
me
But
I
bet
that
muthafucka
won't
get
fat
like
me
Cause
it's
more
than
a
pimpin-ass
image
and
a
style
I
been
doin
this
for
years,
gettin
bitches
all
the
while
A
real
player
gotta
know
how
to
lay
his
shit
Fake
players
get
a
bitch
and
don't
be
sayin
shit
You
a
player?
You
get
teased
sometimes
I'm
a
pimpin-ass
nigga
makin
g's
for
lines
Some
call
it
gangster
rap,
even
though
it
ain't
Won't
nobody
get
shot
while
I
spit
this
game
So
call
the
pimp
police,
and
just
hold
it
I
put
the
game
to
the
beat,
and
niggas
stole
it
Now
some
want
to-be
from
Oakland
pimp
Knocked
two
bitches,
ain't
broke
em
in
You
ask
me,
that
shit
is
foul
You
want
some
money?
Can't
get
it
now
You
gotta
change
your
style,
you
can't
pimp
no
more
My
old
tapes
still
sit
in
the
record
store
Sellin
more
than
yo
new
shit
do
You
said
you
had
bitches,
nigga,
who
pimped
who?
Cause
you're
workin
in
a
warehouse
now
Bout
to
blow
your
brains
out
tryin
to
wear
my
style
out
You
shoulda
picked
some
other
songs
to
rap
Cause
Oakland,
California
is
the
home
of
_The
Mack_
And
it's
sold
not
told,
nigga
The
game
The
muthafuckin
game
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