When I was years old dope game I was told I went from selling of the riders dank, ah (Riders dank, ah) Timin' ass think of crank (Think of griqua) critical, phone home, phone home Talkin' on my digital, call
Ya seen a of situations, for dangleations Invalid ghetto late ass registrations Boy, I tell you is pitiful, damn repentable, dead right I try to stay away artificial (Artificial) Plastic ass, pleather individuals (Plastic ass, ah)
yo' game main 'Cuz is changin' and rearrangin' Exercise yo main Just use yo' brain main don't run the same
Exercise yo' main Fertilize yo' grass, playa get cash yo' game main But you gotta it last
One lone loco rides away the sunset but I ain't done yet yourself and wear your vest Keep guard up 'cuz fools be hard up When you hittin' better check yo' clips And the police and the Bloods and the Crips you choose, got ta pay your dues Keep one in the chamber 'cuz the shoes always Rubber wheels rubber heels any day
Put the green in jeans and get the holes out ya halo Or you can stay broke while your homies is rollin' And sippin' yak and dank and tellin' jokes, haha Pa-pap, pa-pap, you can have that I worked too hard for mine to let you a dime No pain, no gain, no change yourself for battle, exercise yo' game
Exercise yo' main Make money grow don't you be no hoe low yo' game main Keep your works on tight to make yo' stash stay and
Exercise yo' main Fertilize your grass, playa get yo' Exercise yo' main get your coins, be like Donald Goines Have heart, money, man, have heart, have money man Ya
I got next you run with me homey (Yeap) Well, I don't need playas in the paint who can't do fo' me Show me, get down, nigga, we can make sumpim' (Right, yeah) I'm west coast, east hood slum gangsta rappin' Niggaz say you to be affiliated (Yeah) Well, let me you, I'm the kind of playa that's really hated
I'm rated X Malcolm E-40, Coolio, and KAM, sprinkle game talcum You want to make in the game, well, let me show you How to do for 'cuz ain't nobody gon' do this for you Oh, you like lint, if you waitin' on the mystery God 'Cuz ain't nobody gonna you shit, you gotsta get up, off yo' ass And put yourself in heaven on earth, you pass And exercise yo' game, yo' game, fool
game from a young ass, rollin' on the one way Foot to the gas got the indo with hash Monday through Sunday and all I fiend for my paper, my fed, and my Ain't no busters or no suckers on my team or in my Just me the Pimp and you can call me the Rat Watch my feet hit the tracks it, ain't no back
I'm on a mission tryin' to put my click on the map But these don't know the half Runnin' with riff raff but I got game for your bitch ass 'Cuz your is weaker than an anorexic I exercised my game I had my game perfected I wrote the game on paper then I put the game on You check it nigga don't you every disrespect it
E X C E, R I S E, Y O G A, M E for 40 day Thevz in the house exercise yo' game Exercise yo'
Have heart, have main, have heart, have money, man Exercise yo' main your money grow don't you be no hoe low Exercise yo' game Keep your on tight to make your stash stay right and
Exercise yo' game Fertilize your grass, playa get cash and yo' game main But you gotta make it (Make it last)
All day time E-40 and tha motherfuckin' right PMD Crowbar, 9 Uh, huh
40 right E'ry time, In ass Bugsy De Uh, huh We don't
My Kam We quit a motherfucka, we on hit, the Bay to L.A. Motherfucka All the way to Yo' orientate in situations
Niggaz all on my Clickalications, I'm pervin' Oh E'ry motherfucka Sho' we do, don't let us in we in fool This is I do Yeah, E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz, my nigga Kam, Yeah, Barr 9 in the