Whos Got Game Lyrics by Popa Wu

Whos Got Game Lyrics

    [intro: don chulo]
    Yo, don chulo (that nigga got a problem with the don chulo)
    Les ness, 2 g's (got, you heard)
    Flatbush, park side, 225 (what?)

    [don chulo]
    Why i feel like i been thru this before?
    Déj?vu, ya still want more?
    Have it your way, we'll skip the foreplay
    Down on all fours, guess who gettin fucked today
    Fucked on your royalties, fucked on your event
    Fucked on your deal, and this is your very last chance
    So now we gotta take it back to the streets
    By this son, you know i mean back to the heats
    Back to knowin this beef, knowin that nothin is sweat
    My click got eatin you food, leavin nothin to eat
    Come thru, tear it out, nothin but jeeps
    Leavin nuthin to retaliate, nothin to creep
    Game's over, it's a sweep, and i'm the mvp
    Snatchin awards and applauds on mtv
    No need to wonder why y'all envy me
    The don c., now y'all see who the don be

    [chorus: don chulo]
    Yo who got game nigga? yo what's my name nigga?
    The don chulo, ain't shit change
    I continue to reign, but the bitch is the cocaine
    Take a blast of this and watch it num the brain
    Yo who got game nigga? yo what's my name nigga?
    The don chulo, ain't shit change
    Knowledge to minister, chulo the migraine
    Know i return to continue my reign

    [don chulo]
    Yo, hold up, hold up, let's back this shit up
    You, you and you, yo pack ya shit up
    Yo i'm pushin weight while you crackin the sit ups
    Don't make you lean you hit up, till you spit up
    Quadriplegic, need help just to get up
    While i'm shy like the skyline with all the buildings lit up
    Don't be bitter, son take it like a man
    Take it like the cracker did to cherokee's land
    And when you wake up tomorrow, i'mma still be the man
    I'mma still be the cat, you gotta come to the grams
    Stay stackin my grands, in the benji
    Smokin large amounts of censi, boy don't tempt me
    To let my clear cinque siete, spit until it's empty
    Hold that, give it back, like it's some shit you lent me
    Don't take it personal, cuz this was meant to be
    The best, is how they gon mention me
    From now until the end of the century

    [chorus]

    [don chulo]
    It's that head banger shit, drug slanger shit
    Years of anger shit, now it's some danger shit
    Got ya body divided, with no remainder shit
    You can't change the shit
    I'm movin so fast that you can't aim and shit
    This is my game kid, don't you forget it
    If you do it, boy, will you regret it
    Be somebody gets deaded, yo, i guess ya can see where this headed
    The analytical, lyrical, seven, syndical, biblical, reverend
    Alpha, omega, beginning, the ending
    So what i reap, so i'm cheap, no borrowin or lending
    Cuz once you burn bridges, there is no mendin
    I'm the king of mi casa, with me you can't prosper
    Chulo dilomite doctor, fuck with no hosta
    Blastin vangoda, stay away from the yada yada
    Keep my mind on nada but the chadda

    [chorus]

    [outro: don chulo]
    Yo, for real all ya playa hatin ass niggas
    Yo this 225, bronx style, flatbush nigga what
    Bk representin, les ness, my nigga self, lady raw
    The whole flatbush crew, bk in general the click nigga
    This how we put shit down, what?

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