Popa Wu - Who's Got Game? Lyrics
[intro: don chulo]Yo, don chulo (that nigga got a problem with the don chulo)Les ness, 2 gs (got, you heard)Flatbush, park side, 225 (what? )[don chulo]Why I feel like I been thru this before?Dj? vu, ya still want more?Have it your way, well skip the foreplayDown on all fours, guess who gettin *****ed today*****ed on your royalties, *****ed on your event*****ed on your deal, and this is your very last chanceSo now we gotta take it back to the streetsBy this son, you know I mean back to the heatsBack to knowin this beef, knowin that nothin is sweatMy click got eatin you food, leavin nothin to eatCome thru, tear it out, nothin but jeepsLeavin nuthin to retaliate, nothin to creepGames over, its a sweep, and Im the mvpSnatchin awards and applauds on mtvNo need to wonder why yall envy meThe don c., now yall see who the don be[chorus: don chulo]Yo who got game nigga? yo whats my name nigga?The don chulo, aint shit changeI continue to reign, but the ***** is the cocaineTake a blast of this and watch it num the brainYo who got game nigga? yo whats my name nigga?The don chulo, aint shit changeKnowledge to minister, chulo the migraineKnow I return to continue my reign[don chulo]Yo, hold up, hold up, lets back this shit upYou, you and you, yo pack ya shit upYo Im pushin weight while you crackin the sit upsDont make you lean you hit up, till you spit upQuadriplegic, need help just to get upWhile Im shy like the skyline with all the buildings lit upDont be bitter, son take it like a manTake it like the cracker did to cherokees landAnd when you wake up tomorrow, imma still be the manImma still be the cat, you gotta come to the gramsStay stackin my grands, in the benjiSmokin large amounts of censi, boy dont tempt meTo let my clear cinque siete, spit until its emptyHold that, give it back, like its some shit you lent meDont take it personal, cuz this was meant to beThe best, is how they gon mention meFrom now until the end of the century[chorus][don chulo]Its that head banger shit, drug slanger shitYears of anger shit, now its some danger shitGot ya body divided, with no remainder shitYou cant change the shitIm movin so fast that you cant aim and shitThis is my game kid, dont you forget itIf you do it, boy, will you regret itBe somebody gets deaded, yo, I guess ya can see where this headedThe analytical, lyrical, seven, syndical, biblical, reverendAlpha, omega, beginning, the endingSo what I reap, so Im cheap, no borrowin or lendingCuz once you burn bridges, there is no mendinIm the king of mi casa, with me you cant prosperChulo dilomite doctor, ***** with no hostaBlastin vangoda, stay away from the yada yadaKeep my mind on nada but the chadda[chorus][outro: don chulo]Yo, for real all ya playa hatin ass niggasYo this 225, bronx style, flatbush nigga whatBk representin, les ness, my nigga self, lady rawThe whole flatbush crew, bk in general the click niggaThis how we put shit down, what?
