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Lyrify.me

Good Game by Turf Talk Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2004

[Verse 1]
I know (I know)
You know (You know)
I'm a bad influence, Sir Blow (Sir Blow)
Turf hangin' out the window like whoa! (whoa!)
Let's get the sideshow crackin' at the liquor sto'
A couple of hoes, niggas, and gold underspokes
Give a fuck who you buck or who you kinfolk
Hood race, chin-checkin' commando (-mando)
Boggy cat piss love hydro (Hydro)
A1 big bodies, straight black tops
These is jeans, khakis with the tank tops
These is jeans, pinchin' outta zip locks
These is jeans, pokin' over dope spots
People's Choice nigga with the voice (Voice)
The ride-by, drive-by, walk-by voice (Voice)
Want some, take some, get some, boy
But lil niggas keep straps bigger than tabloids, bitch!

[Chorus]
I bought my money, bought my fetti, bought my hustle
24/7 on the block, we keep it crackin'
If you want it, you can get it (Ahh!)
Pay attention, this is good game
I bought my money, bought my fetti, bought my hustle
24/7 on the block, we keep it crackin'
If you want it, you can get it (Ahh!)
Pay attention, this is good game
[Verse 2]
Big cars (Big cars)
Big straps (Big straps)
You could be a survivor, I love hoodrats (Hoodrats)
Turf never the driver, I like the pop cats
Plus all that swingin' and sweatin' fucks up my throwbacks
Gang bang, nigga, this the click gang (Click gang)
What up, shorty? Drop me cuz I'm a big chain (Bling!)
Twenty blings, Michael Jordan's, spendin' on rubber banks
Cocaine! Dish it out like loose change
Highly influenced, intoxicated off fluids (Fluids)
0 to 60, studio session never truin' (Truin')
Curb serve love to hood, Turf's times
Keep hunnids in my tennis shoeline, so cold!
A baller's in your perimeter, handcuff hoes (Handcuff hoes)
Rubberneckin', all I see is new six 00's (Six 00's)
Buy a bottle and pour on the ground for the homie
Throw a party for niggas and neighborhood hoochies

[Chorus]
I bought my money, bought my fetti, bought my hustle
24/7 on the block, we keep it crackin'
If you want it, you can get it (Ahh!)
Pay attention, this is good game
I bought my money, bought my fetti, bought my hustle
24/7 on the block, we keep it crackin'
If you want it, you can get it (Ahh!)
Pay attention, this is good game
[Verse 3]
Hysterical young nigga spit parables (Parables)
Somethin' terrible, the kid's unfadable (-fadable)
My granddaddy's son'll buck four for one dollar
"Set them food stamps, young champ! I'm expectin' a daughter!"
Hood motto: Nifty weed baggies and Hennessey bottles;
Bus stops, laundry mats and barbershops;
Liquor stores and flossy loads, hoodrats and classy hoes;
Niggas and po-po's, alley ways and pet bulls
Whoa! It's gettin' hot in here!
Neck shinin' like a chandelier, no I'm lyin'!
Got a neckless neck, so keep flossin', I'ma snatch your shit
Turf Talk, the way you flow so rare
Like old-schools with condition-derr
Bright walls, can't scrape, dip softly!
Dawg (*sniff* - *sniff*) funny, backed up off me!
Nigga! (Nigga!)

[Chorus]
I bought my money, bought my fetti, bought my hustle
24/7 on the block, we keep it crackin'
If you want it, you can get it (Ahh!)
Pay attention, this is good game
I bought my money, bought my fetti, bought my hustle
24/7 on the block, we keep it crackin'
If you want it, you can get it (Ahh!)
Pay attention, this is good game