The Game No More Fun and Games Lyrics

Three minutes my *****, y'all know what it is
("No more fun and games!")

Gangsta gangsta, that's already evident
***** Witta Attitude, check check my residence
Whether I'm Crip or Blood, homey that's irrelevant
I with the D.O.C., there's nobody better than
The West coast felon when he on that lowrider bike pedallin
Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin it
I'm wit'cha homey Doc Dre on the television
While these *****s 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 **** black *****es
**** white *****es, ***** I like *****es
Them half-and-half Alicia Keys dyke *****es
If the head right I might Air Nike *****es
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
***** 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
Mase comin back, and Hov, he done
I'm surrounded by legends, sittin at the round table
I am The Game, and still *****s tryin to play dude
I'm ruthless, I ain't talkin 'bout the label
I'll hook *****s up, and I don't mean free cable
I mean I'll hook *****s 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 ***** ever try to Jerry Heller me
Tell Dre put up a mill, cause that's what my bail'll be

Gangsta, gangsta! ("That's what they're yellin")
("It's not about a salary, it's all about reality")
("***** I just came out the hole, I done did my time")
("***** what you know about time?")

I've been rappin for one year, one month, 17 days
13 hours, 28 minutes, then I met Dre
30 minutes after I bought the new Em
That was November 18th, 3:09 PM
Around the same time, "Wanksta" got it's first spin
That was 32 weeks before they signed Rakim
Eight months, 13 days before I knew where Mike lived
And three years after Mason Betha turned his mic in
I started writin 22 months and 20 weeks prior
To LeBron shakin Adidas for Nikes
I'm right here, six years after Randy Moss
Caught his first touchdown for them Vikings
Just one day, seven hours, 14 minutes
21 seconds before SoundScan got printed
Two platinum records 'fore I'm classified with Biggie
And two seconds before the song finish, yeah

Written by: James Brown, Lewis Jr. Collins, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter Morrison, Norman Napier, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Allen Webster Gregory, Steven R. Arrington, Charles Cedel Carter, Buddy L Hank, Roger Parker, William De Vaughn, Eric Wright, Andre Young, Lorenzo Patterson, Ou0027shea Jackson, Jayceon Taylor, Justin Smith
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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