The Game Don't Stop Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D][C]
[D][Verse 1:]
I'm a 80's baby
"Mercedes" made me
Crack money and "Moet"
[G]made me crazy
[Dsus4]Strapped hungry [D]with' no vest
they named me "AZ"
Amongst the militant,
too insane to raise me
[Dsus4]Was "Swayze"
Some old school [D]pimps embraced me
And built real between daffodils
and [G]daisies [D]amazed me
[Dsus4]The cars changed, switched [D]at tire
[Em]Broads came,
[Esus4]partied like "[Em]Richard Pryor"
[D]? Frames, no lens to protect
my pupils
Thou' their hearts changed,
love amongst my men was neutral
Beau'ful
[Dsus4]We puffed, there was dough to spread
[D]With' enough bread to [Dsus4][? ][D]
I fled
Instead I had [Dsus4]a mouth t[D]o feed
19 my queen claimed
she handled my seed
Do the right thing is wise,
that's what "Spike Lee" said
So dis[Esus4]guised as a mic fiend,
my ties was [Em]dead[D][Dsus4][D]
[Chorus:]
The game don't stop
[Dsus4]'Til[D]
the player gets knocked
Or [Esus4]the shit flip- [Em]flop
And you sittin' on top
[D][Verse 2:]
My kid here, career in the bloom
I don't live there no more,
I done moved to the moon
[Dsus4]Whips is like spa[D]ceships
that zoom on fumes
Flooded bracelets they lit like
an eclipse in june
No cartoon
I symbolize the coldest itself
Once told he who hold
don't expose his weatlh
But what else
When one life's faced with' crisis
And you [Esus4]see hate replace
the holy faith of the [Em]righteous
I [Dsus4]just
Handcuffed and [D]jailed myself
Jammed up and bailed myself
With' no help
Made my own V.I.s and mailed myself
It's all B.I. I had to tell myself
I'm on lock
The game don't stop
'Til the player gets knocked
Or the shit flip- [Dsus4]flop
And [D]you sittin' on top
Flashin' my wrist watch
Like go get cops
[Em]Bitch I'm legit got [Esus4]rich off Hip Hop[Em][D]
[Dsus4][D]
[Dsus4][D]
[Esus4][Em]
[D][Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I'm one man but so many
monsters in me
[Dsus4]With' one gram [D]had plans on
conquering cities
So on one hand could've signed
and launched with' "Diddy"
But I ran with my other man,
the response was pretty
A few grams,
a few nigga's fiances with' me
New sedans, was feelin' like
"Fonzworth Bentley"
Who the man? My homies
at the concerts with' me
I [Em]was back on my deen
Then the jacket with' the jeans
[Dsus4]Then the hatin' and
[D]slackin' with' the team
Now I know what it means
Things ain't always what it seems
[Dsus4]It's the ones that smoke
[D]blunts with' cha
Rap with' cha
But really want your [Dsus4]black
ass [D]out the picture
Bet the God won't slip
I'm indie with' the semi on the "Remy"
loaded talents in the clips
Rubber grip
Got the silence on the tip
So [Esus4]call it what you want I'm on my
New [Em]York[D]
[Dsus4]shit![D]

[Outro 1]
[Chorus]
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[Esus4][Em]
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