TooMuch

Too Much (Album Version|Explicit) - The Game

I'm from the old hood somethin' like yo' hood

Where niggas don't know good or know Suge but the blow good

So we rock it like Tracy Mcgrady

Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes

I'm a product of my environment grew up in the 80's

So that mean me Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies

And it's evident my flow is heaven sent

First LP on the same shelf as the veterans

nigga I can't be ****** like a lesbian

I'm to hip hop what cartoon is to Mexicans

I'm an artist never claimed to be the hardest

Just number one since BIG and PAC departed

Nate ridin' with me snoop ridin' with me

All you other niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey

I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt

On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month

I'm a blood you can Crip if you want just let it bump

Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk

I'm the ice cream truck man guns in the trunk man

***** in the trunk man call me the front man

Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk

Too many ******* in the world not to ****

Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up

And too much bass in the trunk so let it bump

You look like you mad as **** but who cares

Grabbin' her by the arm cause she stared

Don't know how much attention you pay

You better be ready to die in this game

I'm done with the beef clown my son three now

And I've been watchin' Dre so long I'm makin' beats now

Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D town

I mean Chi Town **** it it can go down

nigga I spit the whole round fo' plus fo' pounds

nigga this the wild wild west call it a showdown

And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig

I come back from the dead tell 'em k**l me again

Put my head on a barrel dare a nigga to s***t me

I'm gangsta took more shots than Tookie

I'm alive so I'mma take a patron shot for Tookie

Roll a California blunt and keep watchin' a movie

Inspired by this gangbangin' **** since I was two

I brought the west coast back what the **** you do

I'm the ice cream truck man guns in the trunk man

***** in the trunk man call me the front man

Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk

Too many ******* in the world not to ****

Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up

And too much bass in the trunk so let it bump

You look like you mad as **** but who cares

Grabbin' her by the arm cause she stared

Don't know how much attention you pay

You better be ready to die in this game

Drive fast both hands on the dash

Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash

It's lyrical homicide both airbags out

Roll the ******* windows down let the bass out

Niggas drop the top on whatever you in

******* let your ponytail blow in the wind

Inhale the chronic blow out dollar signs