Respect My Game Lyrics
| Song | Respect My Game |
| Artist | Master P |
| Album | Ghetto Bill |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Miller, Twillie | |
| [Intro]No matter what you do my *********** | |
| It's not gonna be enough | |
| You tryna feed *********as that always gonna be hungry | |
| If you feed the wrong *********a they gon' bite you | |
| But you know what, if you're really are real | |
| And you respect the game, ***********s gon' respect you | |
| But if you're fake, ***********s gon' play you like a ***********[Chorus 3x] | |
| This is for them thugs on block tryna hustle dawg | |
| It's for them girls in the game wanna break it off[Verse One] | |
| Most ***********s wanna pitch in hight | |
| I'm so gutta so gangsta when | |
| I spit these rhymes | |
| I feel like | |
| I just did it big | |
| *********** ten years later | |
| I still got these kids | |
| Most ***********s aint keeping it real | |
| Ghetto Bill show these clowns how to the get these deals | |
| Jump off the (porch) and slang that rock | |
| Represent the south then made that pop | |
| And y'all ***********s aint rememberin' me | |
| Then, y'all ***********s must not be from the streets' | |
| Cause my ***********t been in every car and every jeep | |
| From the south to the west, to the *********in' east | |
| I got real gangstas ready to ride, | |
| I got real killas to ready to die | |
| All my gangstas throw your hands up high | |
| And y'all fake ***********s run and hide | |
| Ya heard me[Chorus 3x][Verse Two] | |
| From the job to the | |
| VilleMy *********** keep touchdown on the | |
| BenzSittin' ready for the (?) | |
| The new no limit got the block on high | |
| And every thug in the hood screaming “ | |
| We all we got” | |
| ***********s wasn't (movement) when we made it | |
| How you not gon' respect, (we coming for it that's how u gon' play it?) | |
| I talked to | |
| Soud how to flip them thangs | |
| And took a *********** from the west and put y'all up on game | |
| And took a *********** from | |
| Compton and scream my name(?) ice cream man | |
| Head nappy and twisted | |
| I'm still thugin' | |
| Straight from the hood they still love it | |
| And you boys aint got to give me props | |
| But I had taught you more then your pops, ya heard me | |
| The new no limit man we can't be stopped | |
| We brought the dirty from the bottom to the *********in' top[Chorus 3x] |
| zuo ci : Miller, Twillie | |
| Intro No matter what you do my | |
| It' s not gonna be enough | |
| You tryna feed as that always gonna be hungry | |
| If you feed the wrong a they gon' bite you | |
| But you know what, if you' re really are real | |
| And you respect the game, s gon' respect you | |
| But if you' re fake, s gon' play you like a Chorus 3x | |
| This is for them thugs on block tryna hustle dawg | |
| It' s for them girls in the game wanna break it off Verse One | |
| Most s wanna pitch in hight | |
| I' m so gutta so gangsta when | |
| I spit these rhymes | |
| I feel like | |
| I just did it big | |
| ten years later | |
| I still got these kids | |
| Most s aint keeping it real | |
| Ghetto Bill show these clowns how to the get these deals | |
| Jump off the porch and slang that rock | |
| Represent the south then made that pop | |
| And y' all s aint rememberin' me | |
| Then, y' all s must not be from the streets' | |
| Cause my t been in every car and every jeep | |
| From the south to the west, to the in' east | |
| I got real gangstas ready to ride, | |
| I got real killas to ready to die | |
| All my gangstas throw your hands up high | |
| And y' all fake s run and hide | |
| Ya heard me Chorus 3x Verse Two | |
| From the job to the | |
| VilleMy keep touchdown on the | |
| BenzSittin' ready for the ? | |
| The new no limit got the block on high | |
| And every thug in the hood screaming " | |
| We all we got" | |
| s wasn' t movement when we made it | |
| How you not gon' respect, we coming for it that' s how u gon' play it? | |
| I talked to | |
| Soud how to flip them thangs | |
| And took a from the west and put y' all up on game | |
| And took a from | |
| Compton and scream my name? ice cream man | |
| Head nappy and twisted | |
| I' m still thugin' | |
| Straight from the hood they still love it | |
| And you boys aint got to give me props | |
| But I had taught you more then your pops, ya heard me | |
| The new no limit man we can' t be stopped | |
| We brought the dirty from the bottom to the in' top Chorus 3x |
| zuò cí : Miller, Twillie | |
| Intro No matter what you do my | |
| It' s not gonna be enough | |
| You tryna feed as that always gonna be hungry | |
| If you feed the wrong a they gon' bite you | |
| But you know what, if you' re really are real | |
| And you respect the game, s gon' respect you | |
| But if you' re fake, s gon' play you like a Chorus 3x | |
| This is for them thugs on block tryna hustle dawg | |
| It' s for them girls in the game wanna break it off Verse One | |
| Most s wanna pitch in hight | |
| I' m so gutta so gangsta when | |
| I spit these rhymes | |
| I feel like | |
| I just did it big | |
| ten years later | |
| I still got these kids | |
| Most s aint keeping it real | |
| Ghetto Bill show these clowns how to the get these deals | |
| Jump off the porch and slang that rock | |
| Represent the south then made that pop | |
| And y' all s aint rememberin' me | |
| Then, y' all s must not be from the streets' | |
| Cause my t been in every car and every jeep | |
| From the south to the west, to the in' east | |
| I got real gangstas ready to ride, | |
| I got real killas to ready to die | |
| All my gangstas throw your hands up high | |
| And y' all fake s run and hide | |
| Ya heard me Chorus 3x Verse Two | |
| From the job to the | |
| VilleMy keep touchdown on the | |
| BenzSittin' ready for the ? | |
| The new no limit got the block on high | |
| And every thug in the hood screaming " | |
| We all we got" | |
| s wasn' t movement when we made it | |
| How you not gon' respect, we coming for it that' s how u gon' play it? | |
| I talked to | |
| Soud how to flip them thangs | |
| And took a from the west and put y' all up on game | |
| And took a from | |
| Compton and scream my name? ice cream man | |
| Head nappy and twisted | |
| I' m still thugin' | |
| Straight from the hood they still love it | |
| And you boys aint got to give me props | |
| But I had taught you more then your pops, ya heard me | |
| The new no limit man we can' t be stopped | |
| We brought the dirty from the bottom to the in' top Chorus 3x |
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