Lyrics Old Man Saxon – Old Game
Text:
They say he bout to blow — I know
He always with the dro — I Know
He came through with that old game, old game — I Know
She say she want some more game, OK — I know
She say she want some — Oopsie Daisy my bad I slipped a bit
Looked at me crazy shade when I entered it
I probably spent a bit
Too much on these Nichiren
Beads with the beat knock like Creed
Who he think he is
Just 2 hits then you should start passing it
Like Kubrick I stay where the action is
Don’t know the half of it
Fucked and laid
Wants his pay
But drinking like «what’s today?»
If the proof is in the pudding, the pudding’s in the proof
Trying to keep these fools from shooting get ya ass up in a booth
Does he think that what he’s doing’s gonna put him in a coup
Yea, blacker than Ewing
Account funds accruing
Quarter ton of them blue things — Viags
Hire niggas to move things like my bags
Walk around with a mood ring cause I lack
Emotion focus on new things baby girl with the booty
Underground like the Goonies I’m saying
You though that I was playing?
Always bumping the fugees in my lane
You though that I was playing, till
I came through with that old game, old game — I know
They say he bout to Blow — I know
He always with the dro — I know
Nigga say I’m bitch made boy respect my mama
Give ya ass another L like you misspelled llama
Just so happens I can tell that you with the drama
Back back ass crack mat fact stack racks
Either way that old man stay steady ready
Always on my toes you blokes got Mani-Pedis
If you don’t know then now you know that I’m very
Serious this the shit that niggas get split with
Ridiculous I’m out this bitch like evicted
Won’t be cryptic
Grabbed ya chick and I hit it
There’d be remiss I must insist that I did it
She saw me on the ave with my fitted
She said that she would take his heart it may just not be long
I wonder if she’ll make her mark when makers mark is gone
I’ll probably tear your place a part and make it on my own
I’ll wander to a place so dark would make Siddhartha groan
Well boom bam take a shot at the old game
And sip this shit that’s in my fist baby I know thangs
Specific risk will not persist I’m wearing a condom
Resist you all up in my shit no Helena Bonham
Messing with these mighty men
Find a pen to my chagrin
All these foos is biting him
Ask me why I like to win
I’m offended
Spit all of these bars till I am winded
Not to mention
He came through with that old game, old game — I Know
She say she want some more game, OK — I know
They say he bout to Blow — I know
He always with the dro — I know
They said you got that old game — I know
She say she want some more game — I know
