Spice 1 - Recognize Game текст песни

Ice-t intro:

Well alright. spice 1 in the hiddouse

(and short dawgs in the house bitch).

With the l.a. players (soldiers to the game you know? ) yeah.

(peep game fool).

Ant banks at the crackhouse

Ha ha ha better recognize game when its in your face bitch).

Ice-t:

Its obvious mad cash got me gassed

Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos

"never lose" my motto since birth

Double up knots and crack spots

Snitches lead out by silence gun shots

Map the area I wanted to cut the fuckin cops a deal

If they dont kneel, they get peeled

Bitches recognize I never have no drama with death

Bustas always try I leavin em gagging spittin up flem

Take a pen make a mil and if this shit dont sell

I still got the street powder back to flippin flower

South central nigga what?

The representer, damn your girl seen me comin and ran

Young enough to be my daughter

My posse use to flip her like a quarter

To state to my man for man slaughter

Caught her in the stairway took her out the fairway

Trunked the punk bitch (thats fair play)

Hook:

Youve got the gangstas that I have tangled baby

Bitch recognize game when its in your face

"well alright chall" "ha ha ha"

Too short:

You think the town rid of short?

You must be crazy, that silly shit you talkin just dont faze me

I could make a phone call and just like that

A bunch of niggas from oakland all on your back

Ive never been a shot caller just a nigga in a crew

They call me too short but Im still bigger than you bitch

I been around you can take a turn but dont get burned

Ive seen the tables turn

Marks turn into killers rich niggas go broke

Use to be a wanna but now Im old school short

In the game never had the stacks since age 14

I been spittin these raps soakin up the game up

And even when I came up I fucked with same folks

Still did the same stuff

Bitch short dawgs in the house

I know you want my dick cause its all in your mouth

Hook

Spice 1:

Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh ha)

Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players (x2)

Say what up to the s.p. crooked i.c.e.

Ra rolling with the strap on the side of me

Potna dont get it twisted up I got hollow tips extended clips

Major chips lookin at eclipse jacussi dips

Niggas step back I dont know you

Dont get to close to me

Some niggas aint really the motherfucker they suppose to be

Cloud killers dont aim until you shoot in the air

Better put it down and brake some hoes off like a true player

Phoney as three dollar bills niggas aint recognizin

Fell in the relapse besides Im a trauma a nigga

Look in the eyes and when you see me I be hardcore

What the fuck a real nigga gotta lie to kick it for?

Im tired of these bubblegum ass niggas

Throwin monkey wrenches into the game

And all the players and pimps feel my pain

Hustlers maintainin riches and keepin presidentals

Not artfical with fishin niggas know Im packin missles

Get me two bentleys some houses johnson jet skis

Ballin till I die nigga dont fuck with s.p.i.

Hook