uh devil Straight out of the streets of Taylor Three foot high, ready to get fly, Joe C I'm the J O E to the C, hoe Call me Joe C, got more game than
Don't let your ?? cause you know mistah hit your block Mistah, luxury, look, know what I drive Mistah, first class, look, know what I fly Mistah, taylor made
must choose So come boy, choose life or death Yeah, go to hell The only man a hoe wait for Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor'
shoot craps, a brand new rap means a brand new gat, some rather sit around and snitch like rats, aint no tellin' where im at on the map, my chuck taylors
D, watch these watered-down clowns get drowned And lounge sound broken down in Cuba tryin' to build ships off shit they bit I spit that major play saliva Taylor-made
post techniques I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint Then design what have a National Geographic a magic With Taylor made
things, got them brains Got a million dollars locked in the stock exchange Told the dealer keep the change when I cop the rings We lock the game, we
slimmy's over Plenty bentley's and rovers Half naked women for limo chauffers Crib with the fendi sofa's Black costa nostras Crack jehovas stackin' like sosa Taylor made
Pop champagne, roll some weed up We in a slow game, I brung the speed up High octane, hella inked up Bird or plane, u prolly seen us Made a lil change
the whole wing Bitches I Taylor Gang that They just wanna know where the planes at And I'm addicted to champagne Fuck the room, we buy the hallway Bitches I Taylor
I think they better let it go, lyrical arsenal. I heat it up, I like to flame a mic, {Topic loosen up} I can't Game, my game to tight, I'm out of sight
(Demon Voice) New Jersey Devil (the game) Yeah muthafuckers It's the muthafuckin Game gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit I got a hundred guns and a hundred
(Demon Voice) Nu Jersey Devil (the game) Yeah muthafuckers It's the muthafuckin Game gu, gu,...gu,gu,gu,gu, G-Unit I got a hundred guns and a
The Game Ft. Snoop Dogg - Whatchu Drinkin' On? [Verse 1 - The Game] It's me Chuck Taylor muthafucka/ I'm back for the first time no more nursury rhymes
smoking hella blunts what? I just made use another plane And poured us some champagne As soon as we finished she was screaming out taylor game [Chorus
have to watch a movie to see how I'm livin. (Yea) So what's the hold up, waiter bring the bottle get them EZ- Widers rolled up. Self made G', did everything
for TV 675 damier LV's 7 somthing wit tax And when im on the plane, got the carry on to match Nigga thats fly shit Trynna peep game lil homie just watch
a milf. I murk you on the scrifin one question I plead the fifth. Your kush pack and my cocaine whiter than Taylor swift and they taylor make my bread