Phat Kat - Game Over lyrics

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Phat Kat - Game Over lyrics

[feat. Jay Dee and Phat Kat] How da f** you sound? Detroit make the world go round Pull up them big trunks set up shop in your town Week later my wolves straight lockin' it down Bust those lead pipes that make those loud sounds Lay down clowns I'll turn your smile to a frown Blown' that good green y'all chip in and they know that ground Your the reason for the skin to come that time They're h*mo veggie thugs sportin' teddies and nightgowns Smacking' you little ballerinas down to the ground 200 pounds of pressure Man I'ma mess ya Few hours later the paramedics gotta get ya Yeah, take his a** straight to a hospital A'int no fat and Jay's the ultimate obstacle Cain't f** with it -- it's impossible It's on and popin' You lost the show imposters On my East side, West side Say it again East side, West side (west side) n***a's doin' the flair You're just a little… boy f**in' with a man Call up them big fellas Never see you again While you lames tryin' to say in the game We playin' to win Been heard once -- I say it again While you lames tryin' to say in the game We playin' to win (win) Phat Kat and Jay did it again -- Uh They can pretend while we get this though All my hoes go get it Pimpin' takes dough from the hoes and go spen' it I takes it from the baby mama I takes it from the cousin I'll kick you sober in the motivator when I'm buzzin' I make 'em, I break 'em, I came in the door I said it before -- don't let it be short Cause it's not the game to play No, it's not the game (Hoax) It's just the way that we play Gotta pimp-smack baby on the daily for cake Maybe it's just the way that we lay it down Cause just like that Hoe's come out the puss like that Head up in the rib -- I push Like the mack I am it's b**h, choose or loose it With truth in the music who could refuse it? Who keeps the fuse lit? New sh**, n***a Wanna walk the walk, well make sure your shoes fit Tighten your laces, boy... And if your lips is loose I got plenty of sh** to tighten your faces Huh -- let's face it, you're basic, boy Jay, spit it Don't hate, b**h Make some noise. (oh) Yo- yo, This is dedicated to all the Detroit hoes [I'm - I'm from the City of D-D-D-etroit] Who got your city on lock? Check it out: Yo -- from the 3-1-3 (Hard) Let's get it up like it's Monday night in The Key With 22's, 23's It get's sicker than that (Hard) Bounce with the shoes from the jeeps It get's slick like that It's for my life, n***a's (Hard) From the 3-1-3 Who got the city on lock? I'ma give you the key (Hard) Dealin' with Kat -- it don't get sicker than that (Hard) Uh -- Let's get it popin' like it's New Year's Eve To my jeep n***a's hoppin' and get 2 year lease Beep - Beep You ballin' that you deal all in I like to cash her out, mash her out I hit dem all and then bail out And if a b**h talks sh** I'ma smash her mouth What? Red man promo style B-I-T-C-H's will get it K solo-style n***a, n***a hot sh** from Dabyre Let's show these muf**er's that it's true and not just a hobby And then take the trim straight to the Atheneum And let 'em just sit in the lobby Spit game is just plain, y'all simple miss Stop it I give it to you like Pop b**h and Mobb Deep And that's why I f**ed yo b**h East side my n***a's is cut-throat wid it (Uh) West side: Get live Keep your hands clappin', it's your man's back in this Check out time -- pack your sh** Or get in the black back handed smacks and dat You don't want Kat and me to spit It's game over --- .