Tha Game - Erick Sermon, AZ, Styles P

I know you gonna dig this

Where did the game go?

Where

Where did the game go?

Huh, the game takin' a turn for the worst

Niggas makin' whatever, doin' it for the thirst

The money and the women, the fame for the position

To be number one, got 'em trappin' in the kitchen

Cookin' up that white girl, oh yeah, I get it

Everybody a dealer, it goes with the gimmick

The rest of them mimic like they the new Jeezy

Make a couple of records, thinkin' it’s just easy

Shit, this the streets, motherfucker, it’s beef in it

Niggas don’t give a fuck, you see Chief Keef in it

They ain’t your friends, ask a stranger

They wanna see you dead

The other people who hungry don’t wanna see you fed

The Devil’s a liar, he bring whatever you want in your face, that’s fire

The proper attire

Oh, look at that round fat, brown skin, few tats, hair black

That’s not where I was goin', I was showin' ya niggas the mirror

To see your nonsense way clearer, here’s the picture

Hold up, wait a minute, Erick Sermon puttin' on a clinic

Spittin' up authentic (Mmh), likin' the way I pen it

My team is hittin', like we ran the pendant (Ball game)

I love those thinkin' I’m over (Uh huh)

I pull up, left foot out the Rover

Some ain’t believin' it (Nah)

I’m chillin', motherfucker, milk with D in it

I ain’t ask to be in it, I was destined for seein' it

So why you wan' try me?

Sayin' I’m washed up, today I used ivory

Everybody askin' me, where I been (Uh huh)

I’m out in Mexico, homie, with Carlos Slim

Everybody askin' who’s him?

The richest man on the planet

I’m gettin' that money, goddammit

When you turn on the radio (Ooh ooh)

When you lookin' at the video

It’s just the same old (Same old)

Where did the game go?

(I don’t know)

It’s all the same, it’s all the same

I’m like

Where did the game go?

Ah, from the era the crack wars

Rubber band stacks, fitted caps, and rap tours

Certain plug was let in the backdoor

We show love 'cause this is what that’s for

Fly dude, destroyer of Yaku

Dutches and fried food

Fuck, it was my move

Vibes rule, spoke what we felt then

Like jailed men, nothin' was held in

I tell spendin' the coupe with no roof

Off that 40 proof, the spook with the gold tooth

Flow the truth, I know the booth

Been about it, got photos as a youth

Salute, my trap raps was facts

Attack tracks in black, these rap cats is wack

Bring it back, that feel good when it still hood

Big would if still alive, his skills could

I don’t play the radio, I ain’t watchin' no videos (Uh uh)

In the juice bar just buildin' with the Millennials (Facts)

Everybody sound the same, everybody look the same (Same ol', same ol')

I’m cut from a cloth of them old school criminals (Cut from that)

Keep that fake shit to a minimal

Matter fact, don’t even do it 'cause I’m a general (Don't even do it)

I ain’t got time for no industry lies from a industry guy, I’m in the G5

Homies catch a sting like we in the beehive

Got beef?

We don’t go to sleep, let the heat fly (We let it fly)

Like them birds goin' south

Yeah, I splurge goin' out and I swerve goin' out

Come around the curve, hit second and third, then I’m out (Out)

Fast life make you holla, told E-Dub

I’m the other P makin' dollars gettin' high

Pray to God that I’m gonna see tomorrow

Ghost (Ghost)

When you turn on the radio (Ooh ooh)

When you lookin' at the video

It’s just the same old (Same Old)

Where did the game go?

(I don’t know)

It’s all the same, it’s all the same

I’m like

Where did the game go?