Lyrics To The Song “Game Tyme” From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” By Point One And Writen By Justin David Myers (Ascap)

Lyrics To The Song “Game Tyme” From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” By Point One And Writen By Justin David Myers (Ascap)

 

 

“

(Lead In)

Lace Up Ya Boots, In Ya Coup , Sa – Woop And Get Stupid,

Three Minutes To Touch Down, Its Game Tyme And We Do This,

32 On My Pinky My Nigga Im A Act Foolish,

This Key Around My Neck Is Sayin’,

This Playas On Some True Shiv,

 

(Chorus)

 

Open Up Your Doors,

So Let A Killa In

He’ll Protect Your Wife

But He Wont Let You Live

Now That’s Just How It Is

See I Wont Knock Again

Tre’,Point’s,Duce,Uno

Clocks Tickin’ I Begin

 

(Verse 1)

Suited Up, Booted Tough, Drank It Down

Threw It Up, Took A Puff, Hit The Clubs

Lights Off, Lets Touch

What You Want, Something Rough

Allways Clean, Call It Dubb

Put Your Mortgage ‘Round My Neck

Just So I Can Say I Done,

 

And I A’int Stopping For No Other Sucka

God Is Great

The Devil Is A Mother Funka

 

Youll Find Me Playing On The Corner With The Other Brother

Counting Bread From Your Women

Serving Hella Cluckas

 

 

(Break In Beat)

 

 

Let Me Let You In On Something

One’s, Five’s, Mostly Hundreds

If It Isnt About Money Then It Really Aint ‘Bout Nothing

These Other Artists Bluffing

There Just Tryina Twist You Up

 

I Cut My Ear Now Im Known

Strictly As Picasso’s Cuz

 

May Be Blood, Could Be Cuz

East Coast Or West Love

South Side Or Norte’

 

We All Throwin The Turf Up

It’s All Game, Cash Pays

Sounds Same, In All Ways

From Them High School Drop Outs

To Project Hall Ways

 

What Your Name, Whats Your Age

Hows Your Credit

We Gon’ Crunk

I Aint Got No Tyme For B-S

Do You Really Wanna Suck

Its All Love For A Playa

When He’s Counting Major Buck’s

 

See Im A Act Broke

No Seconds For These Sluts

 

(Break)

 

Gamen,

Just Sayin’ We Playin’ Im Takin’

Then Makin’ And Pushin’ To Countin’ With Savin’

Rapping The Bacon, No Wasten’ Stop Hatin’

You Vegan Style Bustars Need To Start Collaborating

 

Hold Up….

I Don’t Pocket Lint About All Yall,

You Don’t Like Me,

That’s Your Own Devil, Dog Damn Fault,

 

You Can Look Me In The Eyes And See Its Role Call Paw

You All Guppies

Im A Shark

Open Up My Jaws

 

(Chorus)

 

Open Up Your Doors

So Let A Killa In

He’ll Protect Your Wife,

But He Wont Let You Live,

Now That’s Just How It Is,

See I Wont Knock Again,

Tre’, Point’s, Duce, Uno,

Clocks Tickin’ , Im A End”

 

 

 

(Exit)

 

Game Tyme’”        ©2012 Justin David Myers (P)Ascap  Capone Dub Entertainment