100 lyrics for "And the game is on"
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life (yeah, yeah,
PlayHe sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game And she tell him that he's crazy I'm your wife Ah, but I won't play to lose He's burning the grass
PlayAll she needed was some At a Clippers' game on the court-side Watch a nigga' shoot like a .4-5 They mad at me, too, I got more fire Why these bitches see you "go home, Roger" (Go home, Roger) Tia and Tamara in my bed I'm a smart guy I ain't fucking with
PlayIt's a lonely road Full of tired men And you can see it in their faces And you'll be home in spring I can wait till then I heard you're on a big train And all this too shall pass This loneliness won't last for long I wasn't there to take his place
PlayCrying lightning And twisted and deranged Your past-times, consisted of the strange And I hate that little game you had called Outside the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On
PlayIf you don't know Where I'm from (Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggas, Westside) (Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks) (Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making)
PlayAll love is lost, so carry the cross 'Cause there's no human in us left We are music made for the deaf They play a game that they know they'll never win Sick and tired of the world they're living in The messiah showed up high on heroin The workers all
PlayDon't make the good girls go bad You don't really love her Please don't do it Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen All the girls that hold it
PlayI came, I saw, I conquered, I balled Yogi said get em so I got 'em all (Yuugh!) And turned this bitch into a burial Hold up, this the game, it chose us Pioneer, started on my corner like the cold crush Had smokers linin' up the block like a gold rush The
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