Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ The Game - Fuck wit me ------------------------------------------ [The Game] Yo, its the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four With the Ds spinnin I can bag a ho Top down so my rag can show, whatever in the dutch Purple or orange haze its just a bag of dro Hit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Maglis on Im a gangsta and the birds they love it 20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby Puckett You cant buy a Ferrari fuck it, cop lle from J The bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage He order rock and cover it, the dimes is free The quarters is 75, the ball is live Aint nobody fumblin on my block We in the field like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin the rock Nothin less than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop Shoot you and take your vest and your glock, motherfuckers [Chorus] Whatchu know about stackin Gs; you got to come fuck wit me Puffin on sticky green; you got to come fuck wit me My team is just oh so clean; you got to come fuck wit me Whatchu know about stackin Gs; you gots to come fuck wit me [JT] Im in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my tracks I push paper to increase my shine Im on my chief, jumpin out the wagon like Tyco And get the kind of paper that these niggazll die fo Bossed out, camouflage under my vest B Motorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskis Rule #1, keep your eye on your cash flow Cause rule #2 will get rid of your best so None of em best show, ridin in stress mode less they got petrol, pushin that Benz slow Pick up the Game, lets count some cash Then we, get to the do, then you put on your mask On some other shit, ridin witcha boy now We on the West coast, seek and destroy now Its like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown We had a riot in the streets fin to blow now fosho now [Chorus] [Verse Three - unknown] The underboss, ill too fast Buildin my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sag Not Gil but tryin to top, the nerd Bill Gates From the city of project buildings and them mossberg Ks San Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, California Man its Get Low so best to toast, or torchll spray on ya Uhh, makin mafia moves, skate from the cops Yeah they tried stoppin ya dude But nah, the ball, it dont stop A shot callin if I fall then my thoughts gon flock Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc Figgaro Clear {?} and Im the in-di-vi-dual Holdin weight, in the dope state Tokin the 8-8, oh, fold {?} Watch our bread and our team skyrocket Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys cant stop it [Chorus]