The Game - Sherm Stick (Magic Stick 2) lyrics

[Hook: Game] I got the sherm stick You know once you hit once You gone wanna hit twice It'll f** you up and sh** Have you feeling like you walking on ice I get ya Marlboro dipped (What, What) Ya Newport dipped (What) I get ya Camel dipped [Verse 1: Game] Walk with me through the ghost town Compton, Cali-forn-ia Where it goes down A bunch of Pookies A bunch of Richard Pryor's Game give em' the holy ghost Without no choir He don't serve em' less he pat em' for wires He knows to many n***as with priors Get em' wet like 2 fingers I ain't lying If it dry up Back to the Maytag with fire If he dyin' I'm in the Maybach supplyin' He get rock from David Like he Goliath So open your ghetto bible Fiends in the cemetery lookin for thriller Just call me the ghetto Micheal I got gallons But we don't discuss prices Red top Blue top Pink ones for different clients You ever seen heron fiends In the field chargin the Game Like Naytron Means On the hood of a cop car Quick to say I'm clean Freaks come out at night But ain't sh** on daytime fiends Know mean I stretch on the block like Yao Ming Doc, I got a problem I can't turn down fiends [Hook] [Verse 2: Game] I'm a drug dealer What the f** could I say I can't stop selling PCP Out the CLK If it's a drought I be okay Run the rock in Buffalo I be OJ It ain't no limit Thats why the fiends on me mane One hit'll make you feel like you could lift an army tank You know me The kid who sold yayo by the bank Now I'm getting off 50's like Yayo and Banks And it's back to the hood again Red riding hood again Hopping over project fences with the goods again Running through alleys Scuffing my Air Forces Choppin karats While sending my demo in to The Source Standin at news stands Drug dealing Reading XXL Desert Eagle under the XXL But now it's back to the drive-bys And air in the rifle Cause n***as singing in the hood like American Idol [Hook]