Sir Mix-a-Lot

Sir Mix-a-Lot - Game Don't Get Old lyrics

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Men have died and shot folks for this game

All to get a rusty bucket of nails at the end of a platinum rainbow

No, game



[Chorus]

Some have died and some just lied with it (game)

Some have cried and others tried to get it (game)

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it

Told ya, game don't never get old (this game won't ever get old)



I got no kids because of it (because the game)

And I got no wife because of it (because the game)

But I got this life because of it

Told ya, game don't never get old



[Verse 1]

East Lessler Way, Apartment D, see thee bad memories

Used to be the, one with no TV

Take back my soul, stole by one of these foes like Mack Moes

Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose

Got my sky, fly, who that guy?

Slip 'em my third eye, falsified

Don't lie, break with a girl, you cry

If you wants game, slip me some change

But you must refrain, from saltin my name

Now your girl's at my door, I told ya bro

Salt me, I take what's yours, that's the rules though

The big leagues, how can game go outta style

Boy you foul, slicin game with a mean ass scowl

Young stud ..



[Chorus]

Some have died and some just lied with it (for the game)

Some have cried and others tried to get it (for the game)

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it

Told ya, game don't ever get old



I got no kids because of it (kids because of it)

And I got no wife because of it (wife because of it)

But I got this life because of it (life because of it)

Told ya, game don't never get old



[Verse 2]

Seattle to Diego, big black El Dorados, my saddle

So straddle papa and babble until dada raddles

Let game resume, I assume using my room to boom boom

If not leave soon, let me retune

Big saloon, says "oh, oh, I'm so low"

My old enzo flows, hey two Diablos to go

But whoa, oh, but wait, oh

You can't be serious partner

You used to be scared of girls, now you smell like my imposter

I seen your chicky poster, fake pose, gun in holster

Your girl gets to me closer, tryna post up on the clothes-ac

You toast her, boast her, get you closer, gettin hitched up

Bitched up, whipped up, lost your strikes when you switched up

Husband ..



[Chorus: w/ ad libs]

I got no kids because of it

And I got no wife because of it

But I got this life because of it

Told ya, game don't never get old



Some have died and some just lied with it

Some have cried and others tried to get it

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it

Told ya, game don't never get old



[Verse 3]

So who's next to go pop face lock on my mack spot

heads drop when my cuts flop, don't stop please Mix, don't stop

I saw his game it ain't the same, so don't cry baby

Just sit by Mixxy, but dimed us cam D

So I stack my backpack (for the raps), going to Cali (comin back)

Tricks up my sleeve (look at that), sisters with me (who the mack)

I rolls with real bosses, cuts my losses in my office

Hot tosses, gettin steamy in these marinatin sauces

Now these young kids is in my gravy, hella lazy

But they paid see, doin things to raise me

They game's a little hazy, but it's cool

Pat, pack, rack your stack

He's back, put check your hat

And your style at the door black



[Break]

I got no kids because of it

And I got no wife because of it

But I got this life because of it

Told ya, game don't never get old



[Chorus: w/ ad libs]

Some have died and some just lied with it

Some have cried and others tried to get it

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it

Told ya, game don't never get old



Some have died and some just lied with it

Some have cried and others tried to get it

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it

Told ya, game don't never get old



I got no kids because of it

And I got no wife because of it

But I got this life because of it

Told ya, game don't never get old



[Sir Mix-A-Lot: talking]

Yeah don't grab the game bull by the horns

Cause these horns hit balls, you know what I'm sayin?

Tears roll down your cheek and freeze

Before they reach concrete

Game's up, feelings gone

You graduate to stone



[Break]

Some have died and some just lied with it

Some have cried and others tried to get it

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it

Told ya ..
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