The Game
The Game - Whatchu Drinkin' On? lyrics
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The Game Ft. Snoop Dogg - Whatchu Drinkin' On? [Verse 1 - The Game] It's me Chuck Taylor muthafucka/ I'm back for the first time no more nursury rhymes/ I'm the west coast version of B I G East coast version of Easy E Mix it with a bottle of hypnotic that 6-4 on hydrolics If it wasn't for Dre I'd be in the garden like R. Wallace Movin' rocks like the Grand Canyon man The forty-five throw bullets like Randal's hands I'm from Los Angelos man You got the D, we break down zones like Kansas man I'm in the hood giving out free samples man Them fiends wanna see me scramble like Atlanta fans Move rock by day, Lambo by night Same color as Brett Farvre's Jersey with dual exhaust pipes She mad 'cause she can't ride, she just wanna fight Frustrated at The Game, throwing chairs like Bob Knight Aight [Hook - The Game] Whatchu Drinkin' On Belvadere or grey goose Alinzey or orange juice Is it Henny and coke? Remy and coke? V S O P or bottle of O-E Whatchu Drinkin' On Hypnotic or Armendel, Psyclone or crystal My nigga's is in this bitch we packin' the pistols Nigga's get out of line we airin' this bitch out [Hook] [Verse 2] G A M E that's my main man Holdin' on some mothafuckin' MOET champaigne Pop it on 'em, drop it on 'em, quick like And kick that shit to get a bitch like Ready to fuck with me, And bring another bitch with you, now we doing three company Her choice of drink was V S O P It made the bitch feel queasy And easy does it, I'm with my cousin, Chuck Taylor My relative of a little gangbang flavor You save a bullet flavor of a mothafuckin gangsta In some powder blue Marvin Gay'das I'm buying the bar tonight And I'm fucking with these riders, known eastsidaz Playin', pimpin' while I'm rappin' while you yappin' Slippin' my clippin' now I'm clickin' and I'm clackin' Sippin' Yak n', [Hook] [Verse 3 - The Game] Hey Ma the DJ's playin' your song You know how them bitches act when Snoop Dogg is on You ever seen a bitch bust through doors in high heels In Dolce Gerbanna jeans with a Henny on the rocks Ass like Jenny from the block, All the gangsta's stare, Aftermath all the gangsta's here You seen the line outside it's going down in here, G-Unit, Shady Records and a pound in here I'm Jessie Owens on a track, so Dark Child in here I got an ounce in here, we all got four pounds in here So don't step on them All Star's and Air Forces Got a full magazine that's hotter than their Source And I'm the rap era, parents of Michael Air Jordan With Chicago in cursive and Chorinc and coach persons X-O or X Pills, King Lewis or malt liquor Drunk or tipsy I keep the heart nigga I'm gangsta