When I was years old Straight dope game I was I went selling pennies of the riders dank, ah (Riders dank, ah) ass think of slangin' crank (Think of griqua) Situation critical, phone home, phone Talkin' on my digital, phone
Ya seen a boatload of situations, for Invalid ghetto pass late ass Boy, I you shit is pitiful, damn Vocally repentable, right I try to stay from artificial (Artificial) Plastic ass, pleather motherfuckin' (Plastic ass, ah)
yo' game main 'Cuz things is changin' and Exercise yo main Just use yo' brain main don't run the game
Exercise yo' game Fertilize yo' grass, get that cash Exercise yo' game But you gotta it last
One loco rides away into the sunset but I ain't done yet Respect yourself and your vest Keep guard up 'cuz fools be hard up When you hittin' dips better check yo' And the police and the Bloods and the Crips you choose, got ta pay your dues Keep one in the chamber 'cuz the always lose Rubber wheels beat rubber any day
Put the green in your jeans and get the holes out ya Or you can stay broke while homies is rollin' smokes And sippin' yak and smokin' and tellin' jokes, haha Pa-pap, pa-pap, fool you can have I too hard for mine to let you take a dime No pain, no gain, no pocket Prepare yourself for battle, exercise yo'
Exercise yo' main Make your money grow you be no hoe low Exercise yo' game Keep your works on tight to yo' stash stay right and
yo' game main Fertilize your grass, get yo' cash yo' game main Playa get your coins, be like Donald Have heart, money, man, have heart, have money man Ya
I got next you wanna run with me (Yeap) Well, I don't playas in the paint who can't do nuttin fo' me Show me, get down, nigga, we can make happen (Right, yeah) I'm west coast, eastside hood slum gangsta rappin' say you want to be affiliated (Yeah) Well, let me warn you, I'm the kind of playa that's really
I'm rated X Malcolm E-40, Coolio, and KAM, sprinkle game like You want to make in the game, well, let me show you How to do for self 'cuz ain't nobody do this for you Oh, you caught like lint, if you waitin' on the God 'Cuz ain't nobody gonna give you shit, you get up, off yo' ass And put yourself in on earth, before you pass And yo' game, exercise yo' game, fool
Peep game from a ass, rollin' on the one way Foot to the gas got the mixed with hash Monday Sunday and all in-between I for my paper, my fed, and my green Ain't no busters or no suckers on my or in my mattress Just call me the and you can call me the Rat Watch my feet hit the tracks it, ain't no lookin'
I'm on a mission tryin' to put my click on the map But these niggaz don't know the Runnin' with riff raff but I got game for your bitch ass 'Cuz your game is than an anorexic I exercised my game I had my game perfected I wrote the game on paper I put the game on record You better 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 in the house better exercise yo' game Exercise yo'
Have heart, have money main, heart, have money, man Exercise yo' game Make your grow don't you be no hoe low Exercise yo' main Keep your works on tight to make your stash stay and
yo' game main Fertilize grass, playa get that cash and yo' game main But you gotta it last (Make it last)
All day e'ry E-40 and tha Click That's PMD Crowbar, 9 Uh, huh
40 That's time, motherfucka In ass Like 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' game orientate in
dump all on my Clickalications, I'm pervin' Oh time motherfucka Sho' we do, don't let us in we breakin' in is what I do Yeah, E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz, my Kam, goddamn Yeah, 9 in the house