B-legit - The Game Is Cold lyrics

[B-Legit] It's me and Coleone at the pound on perk Wanna hit the stripper spot, maybe knock us some work It's been a minute, I'm in it still down to ride 98 Nav' with the screens inside Hoes wanna roll, b**hes know we go big A car full of dope, n***a sittin' on six Big like a gat, so now my mack stay low With no DL so I bails from fifth-0 I'm hittin' corners, blocks, driveways and alleys Whitewall's and Rally's dippin' up and down Cali Might hit the spot, and wanna get down tough A bag full of kush and a sack of the duff You had enough? You know the staff was down to hurt her The b**h was a groupie hoe, just f**ed C-Murder And I'm a motherf**er dick that's Platinum and Gold It ain't my fault, that's what I was taught, the game is cold [Chorus] ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") [Snoop Dogg] Guess who's back in the motherf**in' house With a fat sack and a dick for your mouth n***a comin' back with hoes, money and clout And tryin' to show y'all what this sh** is really about Now, I can kick it with B or light up the heat Or holler at P, turn up the beat Bangin' the fo', the low-low that is Or slang dodo or coco, fo' sho' that is But I ain't even trippin' no more I'm like the Six Million Dollar Man, n***a in slow-mo Go bro, take this sh** as far as ya ever been sh** I'm tryin' to go places, ain't no n***a never been But then, n***as steady tryin' to twist me In the pen I got the whole Crip card with me Come get me, y'all n***as know where I'm at Ain't No Limit to this sh**, just know that n***a know that, we show that [Chorus] ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") [B-Legit] Up early in the mornin', dressed in black I'm to the dope track to get the dope sack Blowin', it's Mr. Bill Clinton of Vallejo, California With no warnin' shots, just thought I'd warn ya I used to campaign, sold D in the rain Came Mother's Day, gave chickens away Now where I stay, in the Yay, be on the under sh** be like a jungle, sometimes it make we wonder By the summer, f** a Hummer, I ball a 'Burban If n***as don't get it together, it's curtains I'm certain, we all hurtin', all want a piece But if you fiddle with mine I turn savage beast Leave you creased n***a, like you stole somethin' People tell me "Legit, you's a cold somethin" f** fightin' and frontin', and bustin' over nothin' That's how they fold, the game be cold [Chorus] ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game be cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game be cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game be cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game be cold