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Exercise Yo' Game Lyrics

"Exercise Yo' Game" was written by Ivey, Artis L Jr / Straughter, Henry / Stevens, Elson / Miller, Craig Antoine / Straughter, Malieek / Ware, Leon / Williams, James L. / Beck, William / Willis, Clarence / Thompson, Maurice.
"Exercise Yo' Game" was written by Ivey, Artis L Jr / Straughter, Henry / Stevens, Elson / Miller, Craig Antoine / Straughter, Malieek / Ware, Leon / Williams, James L. / Beck, William / Willis, Clarence / Thompson, Maurice.

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When I was fifteen years old
Straight dope game I was told
I went from selling pennies of the riders dank, ah
(Riders dank, ah)
Timin' ass think of slangin' crank
(Think of slangin' griqua)
Situation critical, phone home, phone home
Talkin' on my digital, call phone

Ya seen a boatload of situations, for dangleations
Invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations
Boy, I tell you shit is pitiful, damn
Vocally repentable, dead right
I try to stay away from artificial
(Artificial)
Plastic ass, pleather motherfuckin' individuals
(Plastic ass, fuck ah)

Exercise yo' game main
'Cuz things is changin' and rearrangin'
Exercise yo game main
Just use yo' brain main don't run the same game

Exercise yo' game main
Fertilize yo' grass, playa get that cash
Exercise yo' game main
But you gotta make it last

One lone loco rides away into the sunset but I ain't done yet
Respect yourself and wear your vest
Keep your guard up 'cuz fools be hard up
When you hittin' dips better check yo' clips
And watch the police and the Bloods and the Crips
Anyway you choose, got ta pay your dues
Keep one in the chamber 'cuz the shoes always lose
Rubber wheels beat rubber heels any day

Put the green in your jeans and get the holes out ya halo
Or you can stay broke while your homies is rollin' smokes
And sippin' yak and smokin' dank and tellin' jokes, haha
Pa-pap, pa-pap, fool you can have that
I worked too hard for mine to let you take a dime
No pain, no gain, no pocket change
Prepare yourself for battle, exercise yo' game

Exercise yo' game main
Make your money grow don't you be no hoe low
Exercise yo' game main
Keep your works on tight to make yo' stash stay right and

Exercise yo' game main
Fertilize your grass, playa get yo' cash
Exercise yo' game main
Playa get your coins, be like Donald Goines
Have heart, have money, man, have heart, have money man
Ya know

I got next you wanna run with me homey
(Yeap)
Well, I don't need playas in the paint who can't do nuttin fo' me
Show me, get down, nigga, we can make sumpim' happen
(Right, yeah)
I'm west coast, eastside east hood slum gangsta rappin'
Niggaz say you want to be affiliated
(Yeah)
Well, let me warn you, I'm the kind of playa that's really hated

I'm rated X like Malcolm
E-40, Coolio, and KAM, sprinkle game like talcum
You want to make money in the game, well, let me show you
How to do for self 'cuz ain't nobody gon' do this for you
Oh, you caught like lint, if you waitin' on the mystery God
'Cuz ain't nobody gonna give you shit, you gotsta get up, off yo' ass
And put yourself in heaven on earth, before you pass
And exercise yo' game, exercise yo' game, fool

Peep game from a young ass, rollin' on the one way
Foot to the gas got the indo mixed with hash
Monday through Sunday and all in-between
I fiend for my paper, my fed, and my green
Ain't no busters or no suckers on my team or in my mattress
Just call me the Pimp and you can call me the Rat
Watch my feet hit the tracks it, ain't no lookin' back

I'm on a mission tryin' to put my fuckin' click on the map
But these niggaz don't know the half
Runnin' with riff raff but I got some game for your bitch ass
'Cuz your game is weaker than an anorexic
I exercised my game until I had my game perfected
I wrote the game on paper then I put the game on record
You better check 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
Thevz in the house better exercise yo' game
Exercise yo' game

Have heart, have money main, have heart, have money, man
Yaknow
Exercise yo' game main
Make your money grow don't you be no hoe low
Exercise yo' game main
Keep your works on tight to make your stash stay right and

Exercise yo' game main
Fertilize your grass, playa get that cash and
Exercise yo' game main
But you gotta make it last
(Make it last)

All day e'ry time
Yeah
E-40 and tha motherfuckin' Click
That's right
PMD
Yeah
Crowbar, Barr 9
Uh, huh

40 Thevz
That's right
E'ry time, motherfucka
In that ass
Like Bugsy
Yeah
De massive
Uh, huh
We don't stop

My nigga Kam
We don't quit
Goddamn
Fuck a motherfucka, we on hit, the Bay to L.A.
Slide
Motherfucka display
All the way to Compton
Yo' game orientate in situations

Niggaz dump all on my Clickalications, I'm pervin'
Oh yeah
E'ry time motherfucka
Sho' we do, don't let us in we breakin' in fool
This is what I do
Yeah, E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz, my nigga Kam, goddamn
Yeah, Barr 9 in the house

Songwriters
IVEY, ARTIS L JR / STRAUGHTER, HENRY / STEVENS, ELSON / MILLER, CRAIG ANTOINE / STRAUGHTER, MALIEEK / WARE, LEON / WILLIAMS, JAMES L. / BECK, WILLIAM / WILLIS, CLARENCE / THOMPSON, MAURICE

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, SPIRIT MUSIC GROUP

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