10,000 Cadillacs - We Got Game lyrics

We've got the game that they want to claim Such a shame to see the jealousy and envy they display Panic's automatic and strategy is tragic Got game like a no look pa** from Magic Now we're poundin' down the parkay Cadillacs parlay and angels surround me as if my name were Charlie 10K action opponents in traction I march to Armageddon with my Cadillac faction My team's a regime and I'm all about that C.R.E.A.M Got money in the backcourt centered like Hakeem crossover Motherf**er like you never even seen The answers runnin' point Skinny's Runnin' triple beams We got ups and we'll be rockin' the mic till the eruption stops Each tick of the clock the sweat starts to bead We'll give you the freethrow then we'll steal the lead White wait stampede behind the back Feed got funk in the trunk 'bout to dunk on the team Got game motherf**er mad game mad game Insane motherf**er insane insane Rollin' first cla** in my Coupe de Ville Gonna quench my thirst fast then I'll flex my sk**s Gonna turn this b**h out like I'm runnin' a train Even without a limp this pimp still carries a cane I got game motherf**er mad game mad game Insane motherf**er insane insane The name is Saltine AKA Dimebag Hittin' like a ballpen rollin' with a zigzag big bag of endo Known as the chronic Skinny's got some sh** to make you b**hes jump On it so we flaunt a little heaven cause we're rollin' with Devon Let her blow on the dice you know they're comin' up sevens We've got the game that they want to claim Such a shame to see the jealousy and envy they display Bring the boom boom boom and a thump thump thump When I jump to the forefront you're gonna get stomped And I peep and I creep and I get with takin' no shorts Not going out in a sh** fit so I step from the waste of time I'm on to your game yeah you won't waste mine I got it to go so I'm rollin' wit the 40 malt Jumpin' the ride lay some rubber on the asphalt Skinny says to me I think you're movin' too fast Jay Hunt for the blunt so we could front on the ashtray Bring that 2 4 6 8 we will annihilate You're trippin' on my game I could see your eyes dilate We've got the game they want to claim Such a shame to see the jealously and envy they display I call this microphone the throne I own I been callin' it home since the rock was a stone So what ya gonna do to me rhyme is nothing new to me Been rockin' this motherf**er way before puberty Quite a long time by now you know my rhyme is like a guillotine Decapitating those who take what's rightfully mine I'm insane the name of the game Factual thoughts obtain that outta slaughter Your brain now I'm gonna attack in fact I'm on a jack Tip grip the mic in the ring and let the rhyme rip And tear beware no bandwagons in the dragon's lair I came here seeking new frontier Got game motherf**er mad game mad game Insane motherf**er insane insane