The Game - Kiss Your Ass Goodbye lyrics

Dj Skee is now bringing you The raw uncensored street sh** Nu Jerzey Devil This is a Dj Skee premiere You can kiss your a** goodbye (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa Aiyo, the flow is here, the dough is here The gon' call this the hardest remix of the year (Ha ha) The wrist is sickle, the nine is mickle (Damn) The inside tan, the outer pickle (Wooh) The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured (Aight) You running you mouth, I'm gettin you jawed (Ouch) I'm wavin the blade, I'm tellin you back up (Back up) You empty your pockets, I picking your pack up (Gimme that) You can act stupid if you wanna Like you don't know what block I'm in fronta (I'm right here n***a) I'm out in New York, or down in the south (No doubt) I'm out in the trap, with gold in my mouth (Ha, ha) They book me for the clubs in the hood (Yeah) But n***as sacred to go but Sheek Louch good (D-Block) It's loaded when I get out the car like (La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa) You can kiss your a** goodbye (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa Yeah, D-Block They say hate spread faster than love So the Bentley's black, same color as the mask and the gloves With me, I'ma send a ba*tard to bug 'Fore you get the police, the first and last of the gov These dickhead n***as, you shoot 'em the bleed comes The two pussies you with, just make it a threesome They buyin' out quick, you gotta buy your C guns Now they spread magasines, 'fore they can read one My gla** jar had a hell of a rerun (La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa) As we proceed son, had I known Every hood got a street fan if not they need one I'm thinking short ranged Gimme a sport ranged, I wanna get warmer I'm jumping in the sauna, duck when I'm pa**ing by Put your head 'tween your legs Kiss your a** goodbye You can kiss your a** goodbye (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa You n***as lost y'all game, I'm throwin' the rock down Just to put y'all D, I'm back on the block now Running your mouth 'fore I sh** all in it All y'all a** and I'm about to dig all in it I birthed you n***as I fed and I burped you n***as Quick as that, I will earth you n***as Clothed you n***as Wiped the snot from the nose of you n***as What not to expose you n***as Trist knife or razor fight, I got a year and a day Still played it like they gave me life Can't walk through these jail without shackles and two cops Throwing sh** on the wall, not at the food slot Got connects with pops, we boofin' the weed planes Hit my khaki's, watched them pressed for food stamps Respectin' the jail or checkin' the mail I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill You let them DC n***as have s** in your cell You live with a gun, you like getting' hit from the front Stand some sh**, like two dicks with no b**h Rumor has it, you like your chicks with no tits F.Y.I. your P.S.I. said you snitch How you blow trail and stay all rich, b**h Now it's time to set it off You got sumfin' on your chest man the tech will tear it off, mwuah You can kiss your a** goodbye (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa Hurricane Game Welcome to your funeral motherf**as You rat a** n***a you run with the f*gs u p**y I shoot at your man put him in a bag you push me After you flop I'm takin' your fans Give you a reason to do that dumb sh** with your hands Piss in your mouth and burn your promotional van Come to your wake and slap all 3 of your fans Get your mind right Or get your mind put right next to them all white Air Nikes Nails in your coffin leave them locked air tight Let him scream G-unit with dust in his wind pipes Drive him threw north philly, Brooklyn and Yonkers How it feel to get f**ed all the way from Compton You can kiss your a** goodbye (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa A lot of n***as supposed to be down, they most be clowns Who think I'm trying to sign with H.O.V. to get close to the crown I take a couple oo's and aah's j**ls and cars Screw some broads and I'm still cool with Nas Ya real suttle still, so f**in' ill How you can turn an idea into a couple mill But everybody got they hand in the pot So either you cut them off or hand them a knot And I ain't neva planning to stop, I'm planning to rock Till the rims matchin' the top and the fantom is drop They'll neva get away with the sh** I pull off god Knifes on the clutch even though I pull off hard And you know the old kiss, you don't know the grown kiss Got 'bout 5 in me until I get homesick Still got access to the 2 tone bricks Terry cloth sweats and Wally's that pretty tone sh** You can kiss your a** goodbye (D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block) La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa