more, no more, no no more Stop this game It's gonna really end Stop this game It's such a touchy, touchy thing Well, I can't stop the music (Stop this game) I could stop
Tłumaczenie: Cheap Trick. Stop This Game.
no more No more, no more, no more Stop this game It's gonna really end Stop this game It's such a touchy, touchy thing I can't stop the music (Stop this game) I could stop
this motherfucker! HEEEEELL YEEEAH! So do my bitches run this motherfucker HEEEELL YEEEEAH!! So do my niggas run this motherfucker NOOOT TOOONIIIGHT So do my niggas run this
up, threw on a striped yellow tie Threw down a cup of coffee, kissed the wifey goodbye Leave the office each day around eleven o'clock Then you drive, stop
to hear See before my reign it was the same old same You took "the ba with the ba" That's street-talk game So if you ever, let me make this clear If
fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches Trick, trick
, Hustlin this is my year I've been in the game since '95 Bitch! I'm still here I hear the background that side talk and cheap bumpin If you don't like
figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin' to stop
lookin' for a quick nut and a dick suck? Nigga please, I been touchin' dem Bees And I ain't stuck on my knees for no couple of Gz This game ain't nothin
[Trick Daddy] For the niggas, my niggas, ya'll niggas [Trina] For my bitchs, bad bitchs [Trick Daddy] Fuck dem hoes [Trina] Fuck dem niggas [Trick
Dollar ain't the same Ever since I started Nation ridin', got a lil' change Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit Ain't that a bitch Re-evaluate and stop
, bring 'em champagne with five matts on >from most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it Next stop is movies, y'all check it when blockbuster get it Cheap
. Ya'll niggas want to be pimps and players? This aint 1997 nigga. I'd rather be rich and unhappy, then broke and miserable. Because the game don't
hesitate I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch Riding round with this drunk ass bitch Hoe let it bump Chicken, chicken, don't be tripping When I'm bout to spit this
'ma mack her From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks We grind to eat and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks
on this shit. What's up to all the fly niggas and bitches that love this gangsta shit. You knew we wouldn't disappoint y'all. Every hood, every project. This
, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder just who can see through it. Bargains and sacrifices. Cheap tricks, cheaper devices. What did you know