Текст песни D-Game (remix) - Silkk the Shocker , C-Murder
[Chorus:]
What's
up
playa?
you
looking
slick
with
that
Hundred
g
chain
with
the
bracelet
to
match
Check
this
out
here
whodi
lay
on
the
ground
For
I
show
your
clown
ass
how
the
hot
boys
sound
They
going
click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow,
Click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow
Click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow
Click
click
blow,
blow
that's
my
style
[Verse
1:]
Popping
wit
terror
take
it
straight
to
guns
Or
we
could
keep
it
corporate
give
up
your
block
and
run
Too
much
paper
here
to
try
and
count
my
ones
Over
here
cross
me
our
hollow
wall
is
young
For
our
haters
on
the
streets
tryin
to
measure
my
blow
If
you've
seen
the
new
whip
know
they
add
nine
0's
Now
I'm
up
to
2 bricks,
a
seventy
two
0's
If
you
counting
by
the
whips
than
it's
eight
different
flows
I'm
heavy
luva,
with
the
diamonds
and
broads
Too
heavy
luva,
with
the
cocaine
and
cars
And
what
I
hop
in,
it's
my
option
To
shift
the
mash
quit
tryin
to
get
in
the
dash
[Chorus:]
What's
up
playa?
you
looking
slick
with
that
Hundred
g
chain
with
the
bracelet
to
match
Check
this
out
here
whodi
lay
on
the
ground
For
I
show
your
clown
ass
how
the
hot
boys
sound
They
going
click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow,
Click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow
Click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow
Click
click
blow,
blow
that's
my
style
[Verse
2:]
Now
if
it's
on
with
the
bricks
and
the
bag
baby
You
come
short,
I'm
a
bust
your
head
baby
They
name
a
dope
man
whodi
Yeah
that's
me,
I'm
out
that
5-0-4
plus
that
c-p-3
Give
me
an
ounce
and
i'ma
flip
it
to
a
brick
figga
You
got
my
scratch,
if
you
snitching
you
a
trick
figga
Hit
the
pen,
you
probably
gonna
be
a
misfigga
So
here's
a
glock
for
your
chest
I
mean
your
tits
trigga
Imagine,
all
the
bricks
in
the
projects
smeared
with
cocaine
I
be
the
richest
young
soldier
in
this
rap
game
All
my
money
come
in
armor
trucks
More
cars,
more
houses,
more
freaks
to
pluck
You
wasn't
work,
when
I
was
local
playa
I'm
worldwide,
you
haters
can't
take
it
you
petrified
Then
let
me
lose
after
I
reveal
thuggin
with
p
It's
no
limit
till
I
die
y'all
can't
get
with
me
[Chorus:]
What's
up
playa?
you
looking
slick
with
that
Hundred
g
chain
with
the
bracelet
to
match
Check
this
out
here
whodi
lay
on
the
ground
For
I
show
your
clown
ass
how
the
hot
boys
sound
They
going
click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow,
Click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow
Click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow
Click
click
blow,
blow
that's
my
style
[Verse
3:]
I
don't
like
violence
but
ha
that's
no
shy
logic
Don't
like
material
stuff
either,
but
sho
got
a
lot
of
it
Just
to
make
money
off
tha
street
na,
I
make
it
off
the
beat
Walk
my
rott
off
the
leash
right
off
the
beach
Talking
shit
i'ma
big
spinner
so
I
don't
really
talk
to
much
Got
guns,
really
big
ones,
think
rap
softens
us
up
See
I
love
my
fans
but
I
don't
love
them
haters
I
don't
really
like
the
fame
much
dog
But
I
show
love
to
paper
uh-huh
I
want
something
bigger
cause
I
love
the
dough
Niggas
talk
shit,
shaq's
out
Leave
them
looking
like
mugsy
bogues
Zoom
zoom,
1100's
I
still
ride
it
slow
Not
the
type
that's
gonna
floss
But
I
ain't
gonna
hide
it
though
Learn
the
game
from
my
big
brother
C-e-o
now,
made
man,
shocker
well.c-e-o
sounds
We
the
type
dog,
go
to
sleep,
wake
up
and
ball
You
know
what's
up
what
us
Now
what's
up
with
y'all,
uh-ha
[Chorus:]
What's
up
playa?
you
looking
slick
with
that
Hundred
g
chain
with
the
bracelet
to
match
Check
this
out
here
whodi
lay
on
the
ground
For
I
show
your
clown
ass
how
the
hot
boys
sound
They
going
click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow,
Click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow
Click
click
blow,
blow
click
click
blow
Click
click
blow,
blow
that's
my
style
1 Pop Lookin'
2 Uh Ha
3 Interlude 1
4 Haters
5 Seem Like a Thug
6 Them Boyz
7 Beef
8 D-Game (remix)
9 Executive Thug
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