Exercise Yo' Game

When I was fifteen years old

Straight dope game I was told

I went from selling pennies of the riders dank-ah (riders dank-ah)

Timin' ass, think of slangin' crank (think of slangin' griqua)

Situation critical: phone home, phone home

Talkin' on my digital: call phone

Ya seen a boatload of situations for dangleations

Invalid ghetto pass, late ass registrations

Boy, I tell you shit is pitiful, damn!

Vocally repentable, dead right!

I try to stay away from artificial (artificial)

Plastic ass (plastic ass), pleather motherfuckin' individuals

Exercise yo' game, mane

'Cause things is changin' and rearrangin'

Exercise yo' game, mane

Just use yo' brain, mane, don't run the same game

Exercise yo' game, mane

Fertilize yo' grass, playa, get that cash

Exercise yo' game, mane

But you gotta make it last!

One lone loco rides away

Into the sunset, but I ain't done yet

Respect yourself and wear your vest

Keep your guard up, 'cause fools be hard up

When you hittin' dips, better check yo' clips and

Watch the police, and the Bloods, and the Crips

Any way you choose, got to pay your dues

Keep one in the chamber 'cause the shoes always loose

Rubber wheels beat rubber heels any day

Put the green in your jeans and get the holes out ya halo

Or you can stay broke, while your homies is rollin' smokes

And sippin' yak, and smokin' dank, and tellin' jokes, haha

Pa-pap, pa-pap, fool, you can have that

I worked too hard for mine, to let you take a dime

No pain, no gain, no pocket change

Prepare yourself for battle, exercise yo' game

Exercise yo' game, mane

Make your money grow, don't you be no ho, low

Exercise yo' game, mane

Keep your works on tight to make yo' stash stay right and

Exercise yo' game, mane

Fertilize your grass, playa, get yo' cash

Exercise yo' game, mane

Playa, get your coins, be like Donald Goines

Have heart, have money, man

Have heart, have money, man, you know!

I got next, you wanna run with me, homey (yeap)

Well, I don't need playas in the paint who can't do nuttin' fo' me

Show me, get down, nigga (right), we can make sumthin' happen (yeah)

I'm West Coast, Eastside, East hood slum gangsta rappin'

Niggas say you want to be affiliated (yeah)

Well, let me warn you: I'm the kind of playa that's really hated

I'm rated X like Malcolm

E-40, Coolio, and KAM - sprinkle game like talcum

You want to make money in the game? Well, let me show you

How to do for self, 'cause ain't nobody gon' do this for you

Oh, you caught like lint; if you waitin' on the mystery God

'Cause ain't nobody gonna give you shit

You gotsta get up off yo' ass

And put yourself in heaven on Earth before you pass

And exercise yo' game, exercise yo' game, fool

Peep game from a young ass, rollin' on the one way

Foot to the gas, got the indo mixed with hash

Monday through Sunday, and all in between

I fiend for my paper, my fed, and my green

Ain't no busters, or no suckers, on my team, or in my mattress

Just call me the Pimp - And you can call me the Rat

Watch my feet hit the tracks, it ain't no lookin' back

I'm on a mission tryin' to put my fuckin' click on the map

But these niggas don't know the half

Runnin' with riff raff, but I got some game for your bitch ass

'Cause your game is weaker than an anorexic

I exercised my game until I had my game perfected

I wrote the game on paper, then I put the game on record

You better check it, nigga, don't you dare to disrespect it

E-X-C-E, R-I-S-E, Y-O-G-A, M-E

40 Thevz in the house, better exercise yo' game

Exercise yo' game

Have heart, have money, man

Have heart, have money, man, you know!

Exercise yo' game, mane

Make your money grow, don't you be no ho, low

Exercise yo' game, mane

Keep your works on tight to make your stash stay right, and

Exercise yo' game, mane

Fertilize your grass, playa, get that cash ,and

Exercise yo' game, mane

But you gotta make it last! (Make it last)

All day, everytime

E-40 and The motherfuckin' Click

PMD

Crowbar, Barr 9

40 Thevz

Everytime, motherfucker

Like Bugsy

The massive

We don't stop

We don't quit

Fuck a motherfucka, we on hit, the Bay to L.A.!

Motherfucker, display

All the way to Compton

Yo' game orientate in situations

Niggas dump all on my Clickalications, I'm pervin'

Everytime, motherfucker

Sho' we do - don't let us in, we breakin' in, fool!

This is what I do

Yeah, E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz

My nigga Kam, god damn

Yeah, Barr 9 in the house

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