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Correct Game Don't Get Old Lyrics
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Sir Mix-A-Lot
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Correct Game Don't Get Old
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Men have died and shot folks for this game All to get a rusty bucket of nails at the end of a platinum rainbow No, game [Chorus] Some have died and some just lied with it (game) Some have cried and others tried to get it (game) Men have lied and lost their pride to get it Told ya, game don't never get old (this game won't ever get old) I got no kids because of it (because the game) And I got no wife because of it (because the game) But I got this life because of it Told ya, game don't never get old [Verse 1] East Lessler Way, Apartment D, see thee bad memories Used to be the, one with no TV Take back my soul, stole by one of these foes like Mack Moes Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose Got my sky, fly, who that guy? Slip 'em my third eye, falsified Don't lie, break with a girl, you cry If you wants game, slip me some change But you must refrain, from saltin my name Now your girl's at my door, I told ya bro Salt me, I take what's yours, that's the rules though The big leagues, how can game go outta style Boy you foul, slicin game with a mean ass scowl Young stud .. [Chorus] Some have died and some just lied with it (for the game) Some have cried and others tried to get it (for the game) Men have lied and lost their pride to get it Told ya, game don't ever get old I got no kids because of it (kids because of it) And I got no wife because of it (wife because of it) But I got this life because of it (life because of it) Told ya, game don't never get old [Verse 2] Seattle to Diego, big black El Dorados, my saddle So straddle papa and babble until dada raddles Let game resume, I assume using my room to boom boom If not leave soon, let me retune Big saloon, says "oh, oh, I'm so low" My old enzo flows, hey two Diablos to go But whoa, oh, but wait, oh You can't be serious partner You used to be scared of girls, now you smell like my imposter I seen your chicky poster, fake pose, gun in holster Your girl gets to me closer, tryna post up on the clothes-ac You toast her, boast her, get you closer, gettin hitched up Bitched up, whipped up, lost your strikes when you switched up Husband .. [Chorus] - w/ ad libs I got no kids because of it And I got no wife because of it But I got this life because of it Told ya, game don't never get old Some have died and some just lied with it Some have cried and others tried to get it Men have lied and lost their pride to get it Told ya, game don't never get old [Verse 3] So who's next to go pop face lock on my mack spot heads drop when my cuts flop, don't stop please Mix, don't stop I saw his game it ain't the same, so don't cry baby Just sit by Mixxy, but dimed us cam D So I stack my backpack (for the raps), going to Cali (comin back) Tricks up my sleeve (look at that), sisters with me (who the mack) I rolls with real bosses, cuts my losses in my office Hot tosses, gettin steamy in these marinatin sauces Now these young kids is in my gravy, hella lazy But they paid see, doin things to raise me They game's a little hazy, but it's cool Pat, pack, rack your stack He's back, put check your hat And your style at the door black [Break] I got no kids because of it And I got no wife because of it But I got this life because of it Told ya, game don't never get old [Chorus] - w/ ad libs Some have died and some just lied with it Some have cried and others tried to get it Men have lied and lost their pride to get it Told ya, game don't never get old Some have died and some just lied with it Some have cried and others tried to get it Men have lied and lost their pride to get it Told ya, game don't never get old I got no kids because of it And I got no wife because of it But I got this life because of it Told ya, game don't never get old [Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking] Yeah don't grab the game bull by the horns Cause these horns hit balls, you know what I'm sayin? Tears roll down your cheek and freeze Before they reach concrete Game's up, feelings gone You graduate to stone [Break] Some have died and some just lied with it Some have cried and others tried to get it Men have lied and lost their pride to get it Told ya ..
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