Feelin' It - Lyrics - Game

(function() {var opts = {artist: "Game",song: "Feelin' It",adunit_id: 39382076,div_id: "cf_async_" + Math.floor((Math.random() * 999999999))};document.write('');var c=function(){cf.showAsyncAd(opts)};if(window.cf)c();else{cf_async=!0;var r=document.createElement("script"),s=document.getElementsByTagName("script")[0];r.async=!0;r.src="//srv.tonefuse.com/showads/showad.js";r.readyState?r.onreadystatechange=function(){if("loaded"==r.readyState||"complete"==r.readyState)r.onreadystatechange=null,c()}:r.onload=c;s.parentNode.insertBefore(r,s)};})(); Send "Feelin' It" Ringtone to your Mobile .ringrone, .ringtone_b { height: auto !important; }.ringrone { width: 430px; }.lyrics-ringtone { width: 380px; height: auto !important; }.lyrics-ringtone img { max-width: initial; !important }Most of these rap *** be fakin Im talkin the throng chases I diss em on any basis Throw patrons and steal my faces Stay blunted like jamaicans The Marleys puffing the finest chifa *** the finest divas If I have it, Id like to meet cha Show you how I light the streets up Kill *** that never speak up You my fans Sit in the stands and watch me rip these beats up Like a legend, feel my presence like the dead ones If I die, my only wish is my face on some And-1s My soils curled, my baby mamas they drive sixes As for my *** Theres other rappers out there thats trickin My only mission was to sell a couple records Buy a bentley and drive reckless A big medallion on my necklace I seen Daddy Kane and Rakim do it So much respect kid Hip Hop is dead because you new *** dont get the message I used to call names out You *** dont deserve it So lame out Die from these bullets outta Game's mouth Chorus My flow polished, I studied the legends Hip Hop scholar kick knowledge Get dollars, you got some work then holla Im on the block pitchin Most of us got riches, not trippin Work hydrolics and *** the hot *** Youngins dont stop wishin If you got a block then flip it Just because im blood dont mean my *** should stop crippin We from the ghetto We came up without a pot to *** in We gettin money stayin blunted Cuz the clock is tickin You got a rock then pitch it You got a glock then lift it Them G-unot t-shirts make them *** stop snitchin Forever ballin' Im jim jones With rims on that blue aston martin Interior like my skin tone Most of these rappers want me dead *** I been goin' Two classic, move rapid, my jewish black kid The first 8letters and everything that I stand for Colder than a New York block Shut the damn door Chorus *** callin me back for an encore Like im eminem I disappear *** like spinnin rims Who the *** want a war? Meet us at the corner store Call it the hot spot Where gangbangers throw hot rocks The boys comin, so what, they pop cops Push them hot drops How bout them shirts on that say we got rocks High school dropout stayed to air the block out Stack paper like the old G's told us We only chirp on Nextels Dont talk on the Motorolas Gotta feel that, so kick back And scope what im sayin Picture me parlaying Im flippin bricks while you eatin *** You chicken *** I *** *** on Natime I chow on Nadime Gettin head under the table Everybody stay calm (function() {var opts = {artist: "Game",song: "Feelin' It",adunit_id: 39382077,div_id: "cf_async_" + Math.floor((Math.random() * 999999999))};document.write('');var c=function(){cf.showAsyncAd(opts)};if(window.cf)c();else{cf_async=!0;var r=document.createElement("script"),s=document.getElementsByTagName("script")[0];r.async=!0;r.src="//srv.tonefuse.com/showads/showad.js";r.readyState?r.onreadystatechange=function(){if("loaded"==r.readyState||"complete"==r.readyState)r.onreadystatechange=null,c()}:r.onload=c;s.parentNode.insertBefore(r,s)};})(); Send "Feelin' It" Ringtone to your Mobile .ringrone, .ringtone_b { height: auto !important; }.ringrone { width: 430px; }.lyrics-ringtone { width: 380px; height: auto !important; }.lyrics-ringtone img { max-width: initial; !important }