Текст песни Too Much - The Game
I'm
from
the
old
hood,
somethin'
like
yo'
hood
Where
niggas
don't
know
good,
or
know
Suge,
but
the
blow
good
So
we
rock
it
like
Tracy
McGrady
Send
it
to
Houston
in
a
gray
Mercedes
I'm
a
product
of
my
environment,
grew
up
in
the
80's
So
that
mean,
me
Kanyeezy
and
Young
Jeezy
all
crack
babies
And
it's
evident
my
flow
is
heaven-sent
First
LP,
on
the
same
shelf
as
the
veterans
Nigga
I
can't
be
fucked,
like
a
lesbian
I'm
to
hip-hop
what
Cartoon
is
to
Mexicans
I'm
an
artist,
never
claimed
to
be
the
hardest
Just
number
one
since
B.I.G.
and
Pac
departed
Nate
ridin'
with
me,
Snoop
ridin'
with
me
All
you
other
niggas
used
to
be
good
like
Ken
Griffey
I'm
on
fire
like
the
tip
of
a
blunt
On
fire
like
a
nigga
that
let
it
drip
for
a
month
I'm
a
Blood,
you
can
Crip
if
you
want,
just
let
it
bump
Like
you
got
Scott
Storch
tied
up
in
the
trunk
I'm
the
ice
cream
truck
man,
guns
in
the
trunk
man
Drugs
in
the
trunk
man,
call
me
the
front
man
Too
much
Cris'
in
the
club
not
to
get
drunk
Too
many
bitches
in
the
world
not
to
fuck
Too
much
chronic
in
the
studio
not
to
roll
it
up
And
too
much
bass
in
the
trunk,
so
let
it
bump
You
look
like
you
mad
as
fuck,
but
who
cares?
Grabbin'
her
by
the
arm,
cause
she
stared
Don't
know
how
much
attention
you
pay
You
better
be
ready
to
die,
in
this
game
I
thought
I
told
y'all
I'm
done
with
the
beef,
clown,
my
son
three
now
And
I've
been
watchin'
Dre
so
long
I'm
makin'
beats
now
Game
on
the
rebound
like
Ben
Wallace
in
the
D-Town
I
mean
Chi-Town,
fuck
it,
it
can
go
down
Nigga
I
spit
the
whole
round,
fo'
plus
fo'
pounds
Nigga
this
the
wild
wild
West,
call
it
a
showdown
And
I'm
Billy
the
Kid
'til
they
split
my
wig
I
come
back
from
the
dead,
tell
'em
kill
me
again
Put
my
head
on
a
barrel,
dare
a
nigga
to
shoot
me
I'm
gangsta,
took
more
shots
than
Tookie
I'm
alive,
so
I'mma
take
a
Patron
shot
for
Tookie
Roll
a
California
blunt
and
keep
watchin'
a
movie
Inspired
by
this
gangbangin'
shit
since
I
was
two
I
brought
the
West
coast
back,
what
the
fuck
you
do?
I'm
the
ice
cream
truck
man,
guns
in
the
trunk
man
Drugs
in
the
trunk
man,
call
me
the
front
man
Drive
fast,
both
hands
on
the
dash
Close
both
of
your
eyes
and
hope
that
you
don't
crash
It's
lyrical
homicide,
both
airbags
out
Roll
the
fuckin'
windows
down,
let
the
bass
out
Niggas,
drop
the
top
on
whatever
you
in
Bitches,
let
your
ponytail
blow
in
the
wind
Inhale
the
chronic,
blow
out
dollar
signs
Nigga
you
can
drive
a
Bentley
if
only
in
your
mind
Four
doors,
leather
and
wood
Ride
like
I
got
a
horse
stable
under
my
hood
And
I
keep
a
chrome
fo'five
under
my
hood
So
if
I
die,
nigga
bury
me
under
my
hood
Who
had
the
hottest
bitch
in
the
game,
wearin'
they
chain
Mr.
H
to
the
Izzo,
Nas
and
Hurricane
Long
as
my
family
straight,
read
this
at
my
wake
I
gave
'em
The
Documentary
and
they
scraped
the
plate
Twenty
magazine
covers,
nigga
look
at
his
face
I
can
not,
will
not
ever
be
replaced
Cause
I'm
the
ice
cream
truck
man,
guns
in
the
trunk
man
Drugs
in
the
trunk
man,
call
me
the
front
man
He
wolfin'
a
lot
of
shit,
he
look
scared
You
can't
find
your
girl,
she
right
here
I'm
not
a
bad
dream,
I'm
a
nightmare
'Sides
there's
way
too
many
hoes
in
here
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1 Let's Ride
2 Remedy
3 It's Okay (One Blood)
4 It's Okay (One Blood)
5 Da Shit
6 Lookin At You
7 Too Much
8 Why You Hate the Game
9 Bang
10 California Vacation
11 Ol' English
12 Doctor's Advocate
13 One Night
14 Too Much
15 Scream On Em
16 Around the World
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