When I was fifteen old Straight dope game I was I went from selling pennies of the dank, ah (Riders dank, ah) Timin' ass of slangin' crank (Think of griqua) Situation critical, phone home, phone Talkin' on my digital, call
Ya seen a of situations, for dangleations Invalid ghetto pass late ass Boy, I tell you is pitiful, damn Vocally repentable, right I try to stay away from (Artificial) ass, pleather motherfuckin' individuals (Plastic ass, ah)
Exercise yo' game 'Cuz things is and rearrangin' yo game main Just use yo' brain main run the same game
yo' game main Fertilize yo' grass, playa get that yo' game main But you gotta make it
One lone loco rides away the sunset but I ain't done yet yourself and wear your vest Keep your guard up fools be hard up you hittin' dips better check yo' clips And watch the police and the Bloods and the Anyway you choose, got ta pay your Keep one in the chamber 'cuz the shoes lose Rubber wheels rubber heels any day
Put the in your jeans and get the holes out ya halo Or you can stay broke while your is rollin' smokes And sippin' yak and smokin' dank and tellin' jokes, Pa-pap, pa-pap, fool you can have I worked too hard for mine to let you a dime No pain, no gain, no pocket Prepare yourself for battle, exercise yo'
Exercise yo' game Make money grow don't you be no hoe low Exercise yo' game Keep your works on tight to make yo' stay right and
yo' game main Fertilize your grass, get yo' cash Exercise yo' game Playa get your coins, be like Donald Have heart, have money, man, heart, have money man Ya
I got next you wanna run with me (Yeap) Well, I need playas in the paint who can't do nuttin fo' me Show me, get down, nigga, we can sumpim' happen (Right, yeah) I'm west coast, eastside east hood slum rappin' Niggaz say you to be affiliated (Yeah) Well, let me warn you, I'm the kind of playa really hated
I'm X like Malcolm E-40, Coolio, and KAM, sprinkle game talcum You want to make money in the game, well, let me you How to do for self 'cuz ain't nobody gon' do for you Oh, you like lint, if you waitin' on the mystery God 'Cuz ain't nobody gonna give you shit, you get up, off yo' ass And put in heaven on earth, before you pass And exercise yo' game, yo' game, fool
Peep from a young ass, rollin' on the one way Foot to the gas got the mixed with hash Monday through and all in-between I fiend for my paper, my fed, and my Ain't no busters or no suckers on my or in my mattress Just call me the and you can call me the Rat Watch my feet hit the tracks it, no lookin' back
I'm on a mission tryin' to put my click on the map But these niggaz don't the half Runnin' with raff but I got some game for your bitch ass 'Cuz your is weaker than an anorexic I exercised my game I had my game perfected I wrote the game on paper then I put the game on You better it nigga don't you every disrespect it
E X C E, R I S E, Y O G A, M E for 40 day in the house better exercise yo' game Exercise yo'
Have heart, have money main, heart, have money, man Exercise yo' main your money grow don't you be no hoe low Exercise yo' game Keep your works on tight to make your stay right and
yo' game main Fertilize your grass, playa get that and Exercise yo' main But you gotta it last (Make it last)
All day time E-40 and tha Click That's PMD Crowbar, 9 Uh, huh
40 That's time, motherfucka In ass Bugsy De Uh, huh We don't
My Kam We don't a motherfucka, we on hit, the Bay to L.A. Motherfucka All the way to Yo' game orientate in
Niggaz dump all on my Clickalications, I'm Oh E'ry motherfucka Sho' we do, let us in we breakin' in fool This is I do Yeah, E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz, my Kam, goddamn Yeah, 9 in the house