Just a Touch of Game lyrics

[Chorus: Miami the Most]
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
Do you remember 1984? ('84?)
Hubba rock, slangin' Y-A-Y-O (Yayo)
Cougnut 'Stangs, Mavs and Delts (Mavs and Delts?)
Back when Sugar Ray had the belts (Uh)
Sidin' by the high', yokin' dumbly (Dumbly)
Task Force ran by Lou Montgomery (Lou Montgomery?)
But things look different in '98 ('98)
n*ggas tryna crack that C.U. safe
In 9-8, even if she's star (Even if she's a star)
No bareback thrustin', got to wear that R-uh (Got to wear that R-uh)
'Cause everybody's gettin' everybody (Everybody)
Saw your baby mama at the house party (House party)
She was hella loose, she had the goosе
D-Con dug first and I rode caboose (Rode caboosе)
n*ggas like us turn game to paper (Game to paper)
On Sawyer, Leonard, Gateway, and Taper (Gateway and Taper)

[Chorus: Miami the Most]
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
[Verse 2: Jay Tee]
Now I done took two hits and then I slid keyed
'Cause I ain't been this f*ckin' high since I hit the weed
But what a player need, I got chips and water
Nicks, dimes, twamps, eighths, halfs and shouders
Man, f*ck the rollers, they can suck the di*k
I'm Playa Jay Tee, and yeah, the game is thick
I bumps a b*tch quick, I be's from California
V-town, North Bay, all up on ya

[Verse 3: Baby Bash, Miami the Most]
Man, I gurp the sh*t all at once
I blow big zags and I f*ck with blunts
Baby Beesh, call me Playboy Bash
I jack my di*k when I count my cash
Big ass loot - oh, you ain't knowin'
The riders keep ridin' and them hoes keep hoein'
Uh, young Miami, on my left (Uh)
Goose that hutch 'til the ho goes deaf

[Chorus: Miami the Most]
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
[Verse 4: C-Major, Mac Dre]
Mack the Knife, I've been deep in the game
(Well, lace these motherf*ckers 'bout the life, mayne)
We live like hustlers, never been bustas
Old school 'Stangs, Chevelles, Novas, and Dusters
And ain't really carin' they ain't who you not
It's time for farmers with the muster to heat up the spot
Burnin' long rubber now I'm thinkin' 'bout hoes
Love to get pus*y, blow out trannies and flow
I could get them drawers, Guess jeans and all
I ride different spots when they makin' the call
Go to the liquor store to get 'em some drank
Zags for the dank, plus she filled up my tank
The feelin' is cool, 'cause I'm cool with this feelin'
Will the Lord forgive for the drugs and cap peelin'?
Will it ever cease if it seems to increase?
While these triggers release, left the seeds in the street

[Chorus: Miami the Most]
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh
Just a touch of game, uh, uh

[Outro: Miami the Most]
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