Представляем точный текст композиции "Check Your Game" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Ice T . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Check Your Game» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Ice T передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Ice T - "Check Your Game"
Lyrics to Check Your Game : [Chorus:] Its 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones that do you The suckas that got the player hater venom I wanna take em outside and lay some slugs up in em [King T] When they need work They call the cali drug expert Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out of state They gots to break bread, for sho I needs mo ice drops for the lexo Briggetts sets blow when Im sipping the mo Freelancing, trying to build a mansion And stay faded Have hoes walk around my crib butt naked... [Ice-T] True, pop the remy kick back and let the players represent High floss true boss game and take aim These sucka wannabes Nigga please - youre green Ill bend hoes on the downlow - banks obscene Wanna chill with these niggas, bet you wish you could And suck game out my ass like sponges I run this You cant fuck with the steelo You niggas wanna be low When Im on the east I play ceelo Cash flow One track mind serial hustler Quick to break a buster ya snitch bitch' Ill dust ya Bentley ballin bastard No hustler faster Game maker I knock a white bitch and break her [King T] But Ice, Chronic got me bruising my brain But soothing my pain, Im true to the game I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids dont suffer The phat hummer The phat drummer - whats your choice' Trying to find a sister with a voice Make her moist Im throwing up the W Bringing trouble to Those in sight King T and Big Ice [Chorus:] [Ice-T] But T thats trippin and that aint my sport Id rather lamp in my crib and flip the Robb report And set my v-dozen on the streets Bump my beats Cause when Im twisting my dubs Cant nobody compete Imagine this: A hundred G lex on your wrist Imagine this: About ten karrots on your fist Imagine this: All dime hoes on your list Ha - that shit would be nice But your name aint "Ice" - kid... Ill screw the silencer on - rock you softly How you gonna step to me kid' You grew up off me TV, Movies, and Records and Tours So many busters wearing Versace I dont wear it no more... [King T] But this will be a classic Many facets to get that ass kicked The alchoholic Don, call me King Tragic Watch me speak the magic Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc And Icell tweak the mix when it statics People pay Just to have me stay And say a verse Ill freak a couple words unrehearsed Then I burst I mean I bust From all angles Guarunteed platium on your single [Ice-T] Yo T, I really must admit Im blessed Master V does some other shit TVs in the head rests Never wear no vests because I got mad love I catch respect when other niggas catch slugs 1, 2 I bust shit to load guns to Beats for the hoodlums Somebodys gotta doem Feds screw em Faggots got my whole crib bugged Mad tapps on the phone cause I deal with the thugs Drugs' never No, the Ice is too clever Im overseas Checkin Gs Nigga please Ballin since the 70s - yeah baby Blew up in the 80s Now you niggas hate me You cant see me motherfucker your focus is off You cant be me motherfucker, youre broke and youre soft Too many niggas try to pert my lifestyle - romancing I was kickin game while them kids was breakdancing Overlord - so why the wack niggas aint dead' Probably because my aim is over niggas heads/ East coast - west coast, I play the whole map and bounce/ They got a benz but live in their moms house... [Chorus] [King T] To all my Gs rock on get your ride on - when you hear it The forbidden Gangland lyric Player Haters fear it Get you right up close near it Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit Ice-T set the limit And niggas wont cross this line suicide - and niggas wont cross this nine in your mouth puffin with my niggas down south what the fuck this really all about' man.. Im coming out front and back, 98 brougham All you fake Gs stay home Leave that shit alone King Tees back on the throne And that nigga on the mic - straight gone Cra-zy, yall niggas wanna know the real deal' Ill freestyle and smack you in your grill Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks The Syndicate will put you in the mix - biatch... [ Check Your Game Lyrics ]
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