Old Game - Old Man Saxon

They say he bout to blow — I know

He always with the dro — I Know

He came through with that old game, old game — I Know

She say she want some more game, OK — I know

She say she want some — Oopsie Daisy my bad I slipped a bit

Looked at me crazy shade when I entered it

I probably spent a bit

Too much on these Nichiren

Beads with the beat knock like Creed

Who he think he is

Just 2 hits then you should start passing it

Like Kubrick I stay where the action is

Don’t know the half of it

Fucked and laid

Wants his pay

But drinking like «what's today?»

If the proof is in the pudding, the pudding’s in the proof

Trying to keep these fools from shooting get ya ass up in a booth

Does he think that what he’s doing’s gonna put him in a coup

Yea, blacker than Ewing

Account funds accruing

Quarter ton of them blue things — Viags

Hire niggas to move things like my bags

Walk around with a mood ring cause I lack

Emotion focus on new things baby girl with the booty

Underground like the Goonies I’m saying

You though that I was playing?

Always bumping the fugees in my lane

You though that I was playing, till

I came through with that old game, old game — I know

She say she want some more game, OK — I know

They say he bout to Blow — I know

He always with the dro — I know

Nigga say I’m bitch made boy respect my mama

Give ya ass another L like you misspelled llama

Just so happens I can tell that you with the drama

Back back ass crack mat fact stack racks

Either way that old man stay steady ready

Always on my toes you blokes got Mani-Pedis

If you don’t know then now you know that I’m very

Serious this the shit that niggas get split with

Ridiculous I’m out this bitch like evicted

Won’t be cryptic

Grabbed ya chick and I hit it

There’d be remiss I must insist that I did it

She saw me on the ave with my fitted

She said that she would take his heart it may just not be long

I wonder if she’ll make her mark when makers mark is gone

I’ll probably tear your place a part and make it on my own

I’ll wander to a place so dark would make Siddhartha groan

Well boom bam take a shot at the old game

And sip this shit that’s in my fist baby I know thangs

Specific risk will not persist I’m wearing a condom

Resist you all up in my shit no Helena Bonham

Messing with these mighty men

Find a pen to my chagrin

All these foos is biting him

Ask me why I like to win

I’m offended

Spit all of these bars till I am winded

Not to mention

He came through with that old game, old game — I Know

She say she want some more game, OK — I know

They say he bout to Blow — I know

He always with the dro — I know

They said you got that old game — I know

She say she want some more game — I know