Too Short - Recognize Game Lyrics
Ice-T Intro:Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse(and Short Dawgs in the house *****).WIth the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.(Peep game fool).Ant Banks at the crackhouseHa ha ha better recognize game when it's in your face *****).Ice-T:It's obvious mad cash got me gassedShark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos"Never lose" my motto since birthDouble up knots and crack spotsSnitches lead out by silence gun shotsMap the area I wanted to cut the *****in' cops a dealIf they don't kneel, They get peeled*****es recognize I never have no drama with deathBustas always try I leavin' 'em gagging spittin' up flemTake a pen make a mil and if this shit don't sellI still got the street powder back to flippin' flowerSouth Central nigga what?The representer, damn your girl seen me comin' and ranYoung enough to be my daughterMy posse use to flip her like a quarterTo state to my man for man slaughterCaught her in the stairway took her out the fairwayTrunked the punk ***** (That's fair play)Hook:You've got the gangstas that I have tangled baby***** recognize game when it's in your face"Well alright ch'all" "ha ha ha"Too Short:You think the town rid of Short?You must be crazy, that silly shit you talkin' just don't faze meI could make a phone call and just like thatA bunch of niggas from Oakland all on your backI've never been a shot caller just a nigga in a crewThey call me Too Short but I'm still bigger than you *****I been around you can take a turn but don't get burnedI've seen the tables turnMarks turn into killers rich niggas go brokeUse to be a wanna but now I'm old school ShortIn the game never had the stacks since age 14I been spittin' these raps soakin' up the game upAnd even when I came up I *****ed with same folksStill did the same stuff***** Short Dawgs in the houseI know you want my dick cause it's all in your mouthHookSpice 1:Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh ha)Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players (x2)Say what up to the S.P. crooked I.C.E.Ra rolling with the strap on the side of mePotna don't get it twisted up I got hollow tips extended clipsMajor chips lookin' at Eclipse jacussi dipsNiggas step back I don't know youDon't get to close to meSome niggas ain't really the mother*****er they suppose to beCloud killers don't aim until you shoot in the airBetter put it down and brake some hoes off like a true playerPhoney as three dollar bills niggas ain't recognizin'Fell in the relapse besides I'm a trauma a niggaLook in the eyes and when you see me I be hardcoreWhat the ***** a real nigga gotta lie to kick it for?I'm tired of these bubblegum ass niggasThrowin' monkey wrenches into the gameAnd all the players and pimps feel my painHustlers maintainin' riches and keepin' presidentalsNot artfical with fishin' niggas know I'm packin' misslesGet me two Bentleys some houses Johnson jet skisBallin' till I die nigga don't ***** with S.P.I.Hook
