Unfriendly Game Lyrics
| Song | Unfriendly Game |
| Artist | Masta Ace |
| Album | Disposable Arts |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clear, Harrell, Stricklin ... | |
| (feat. Strick) | |
| [Masta Ace] | |
| I'm about to take this beat, and teach you 'bout the agony of defeat | |
| In this football game in the street | |
| And no it ain't two hand touch, it's rough tackle | |
| When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you | |
| The fields' fill of players, and they all tryin' to score | |
| The whole team sits on the bench in the down pour | |
| 'Cause no matter the weather, the game don't stop | |
| Competin with other teams, that reign on top | |
| Your offense gotta be cats with no conscious | |
| No nonsense niggas, with no options | |
| That know how to carry that rock | |
| Make the hand-off, and run off the block | |
| It's hard to get first down, when your new in this rough town | |
| You sell a pound its a TOUCHDOWN! | |
| And niggas see the pigskin? They blast cops | |
| Some federal agents dressed as mascots | |
| Niggas hold weight, but it's not for liftin' | |
| The only white lines is the ones niggas sniffin' | |
| I know it sounds a bit different, the only quarter is a quarter key | |
| If that ain't a penalty, it oughta be | |
| And the concession stand is so sick | |
| Servin' you the cat, rat and dog on a stick | |
| But if you ask why somebody got slain | |
| Yo, it's just an unfriendly game | |
| [Chorus: Masta Ace, Strick, (Announcer)] | |
| The game don't stop, cats keep playin' | |
| Some got hit hard and wound up layin' | |
| Out in the field but the fans keep payin' | |
| Understand what I'm sayin'? | |
| It's just an Unfriendly Game | |
| (This ain't America is it?) | |
| (This ain't America is it? Where can I be) | |
| [Strick] | |
| Yo, aiyyo it's Monday night, we on some watch the game shit | |
| But I can go outside and still see the same shit | |
| 'Cause look, there's a bunch of niggas in a huddle (look) | |
| Looks like they callin' the play, come in kids, don't be all in the way | |
| 'Cause that's Pookie, he the fuckin' quarterback | |
| 'Cause he like to use the shotgun, if he don't I know he got one | |
| And that's Budda he the fuckin' runnin' back | |
| 'Cause he always say he gon' quit, and he always wind up runnin' back | |
| The rest of them? I'll just say they play the line | |
| 'Cause they like to protect Pookie, and Pookie make them stay in line | |
| And if they make a wrong move they penalized | |
| Not by the referee, but by Pookie brother Jeffery | |
| And Jeff don't touch shit, he sit and watch (yup) | |
| Oversees the whole block, from his own private luxury box | |
| He's the one that makes the deals happen | |
| Smokin' big cigars, while his stars are in the field scrappin' | |
| But tonight the line of scrimmage got penetrated | |
| The block got raided, and everybody got traded | |
| Now they wearin' stripes in a pen, guess that's how the game go | |
| Nigga you don't know? Highlights at 10 | |
| [Reporter] | |
| Wednesday police arrested 12 men in a downtown drug raid. | |
| The cartel known on the streets as the "Sharks" was transporting | |
| Large amounts of marijuana in shipments of little leauge football | |
| Equipment. | |
| [Masta Ace] | |
| There's a new team in from outta town | |
| What's the sound? (Gun shot) OUTTA BOUNCE! | |
| And the front line niggas stay ready for the blitz sonny | |
| So you won't make a sack of money | |
| And every now and then, somebody drops the ball | |
| And the next team, be right there to take it all | |
| Now somebody new is tryin' to make a score in your territory | |
| It's the same old story | |
| And if you want your corner back you better wear a vest | |
| Just in case, you gotta pull at bullet to the chest | |
| Believe me, that shit can be a hum-dinger | |
| 'cause every quarterback in this league is a gunslinger | |
| The half-time show's kinda ill | |
| Hood rat bitches dancin to Dru Hill (ahhhh...) | |
| Another nigga down and out | |
| A crackhead with no name yo | |
| It's just an unfriendly game | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Clear, Harrell, Stricklin ... | |
| feat. Strick | |
| Masta Ace | |
| I' m about to take this beat, and teach you ' bout the agony of defeat | |
| In this football game in the street | |
| And no it ain' t two hand touch, it' s rough tackle | |
| When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you | |
| The fields' fill of players, and they all tryin' to score | |
| The whole team sits on the bench in the down pour | |
| ' Cause no matter the weather, the game don' t stop | |
| Competin with other teams, that reign on top | |
| Your offense gotta be cats with no conscious | |
| No nonsense niggas, with no options | |
| That know how to carry that rock | |
| Make the handoff, and run off the block | |
| It' s hard to get first down, when your new in this rough town | |
| You sell a pound its a TOUCHDOWN! | |
| And niggas see the pigskin? They blast cops | |
| Some federal agents dressed as mascots | |
| Niggas hold weight, but it' s not for liftin' | |
| The only white lines is the ones niggas sniffin' | |
| I know it sounds a bit different, the only quarter is a quarter key | |
| If that ain' t a penalty, it oughta be | |
| And the concession stand is so sick | |
| Servin' you the cat, rat and dog on a stick | |
| But if you ask why somebody got slain | |
| Yo, it' s just an unfriendly game | |
| Chorus: Masta Ace, Strick, Announcer | |
| The game don' t stop, cats keep playin' | |
| Some got hit hard and wound up layin' | |
| Out in the field but the fans keep payin' | |
| Understand what I' m sayin'? | |
| It' s just an Unfriendly Game | |
| This ain' t America is it? | |
| This ain' t America is it? Where can I be | |
| Strick | |
| Yo, aiyyo it' s Monday night, we on some watch the game shit | |
| But I can go outside and still see the same shit | |
| ' Cause look, there' s a bunch of niggas in a huddle look | |
| Looks like they callin' the play, come in kids, don' t be all in the way | |
| ' Cause that' s Pookie, he the fuckin' quarterback | |
| ' Cause he like to use the shotgun, if he don' t I know he got one | |
| And that' s Budda he the fuckin' runnin' back | |
| ' Cause he always say he gon' quit, and he always wind up runnin' back | |
| The rest of them? I' ll just say they play the line | |
| ' Cause they like to protect Pookie, and Pookie make them stay in line | |
| And if they make a wrong move they penalized | |
| Not by the referee, but by Pookie brother Jeffery | |
| And Jeff don' t touch shit, he sit and watch yup | |
| Oversees the whole block, from his own private luxury box | |
| He' s the one that makes the deals happen | |
| Smokin' big cigars, while his stars are in the field scrappin' | |
| But tonight the line of scrimmage got penetrated | |
| The block got raided, and everybody got traded | |
| Now they wearin' stripes in a pen, guess that' s how the game go | |
| Nigga you don' t know? Highlights at 10 | |
| Reporter | |
| Wednesday police arrested 12 men in a downtown drug raid. | |
| The cartel known on the streets as the " Sharks" was transporting | |
| Large amounts of marijuana in shipments of little leauge football | |
| Equipment. | |
| Masta Ace | |
| There' s a new team in from outta town | |
| What' s the sound? Gun shot OUTTA BOUNCE! | |
| And the front line niggas stay ready for the blitz sonny | |
| So you won' t make a sack of money | |
| And every now and then, somebody drops the ball | |
| And the next team, be right there to take it all | |
| Now somebody new is tryin' to make a score in your territory | |
| It' s the same old story | |
| And if you want your corner back you better wear a vest | |
| Just in case, you gotta pull at bullet to the chest | |
| Believe me, that shit can be a humdinger | |
| ' cause every quarterback in this league is a gunslinger | |
| The halftime show' s kinda ill | |
| Hood rat bitches dancin to Dru Hill ahhhh... | |
| Another nigga down and out | |
| A crackhead with no name yo | |
| It' s just an unfriendly game | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Clear, Harrell, Stricklin ... | |
| feat. Strick | |
| Masta Ace | |
| I' m about to take this beat, and teach you ' bout the agony of defeat | |
| In this football game in the street | |
| And no it ain' t two hand touch, it' s rough tackle | |
| When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you | |
| The fields' fill of players, and they all tryin' to score | |
| The whole team sits on the bench in the down pour | |
| ' Cause no matter the weather, the game don' t stop | |
| Competin with other teams, that reign on top | |
| Your offense gotta be cats with no conscious | |
| No nonsense niggas, with no options | |
| That know how to carry that rock | |
| Make the handoff, and run off the block | |
| It' s hard to get first down, when your new in this rough town | |
| You sell a pound its a TOUCHDOWN! | |
| And niggas see the pigskin? They blast cops | |
| Some federal agents dressed as mascots | |
| Niggas hold weight, but it' s not for liftin' | |
| The only white lines is the ones niggas sniffin' | |
| I know it sounds a bit different, the only quarter is a quarter key | |
| If that ain' t a penalty, it oughta be | |
| And the concession stand is so sick | |
| Servin' you the cat, rat and dog on a stick | |
| But if you ask why somebody got slain | |
| Yo, it' s just an unfriendly game | |
| Chorus: Masta Ace, Strick, Announcer | |
| The game don' t stop, cats keep playin' | |
| Some got hit hard and wound up layin' | |
| Out in the field but the fans keep payin' | |
| Understand what I' m sayin'? | |
| It' s just an Unfriendly Game | |
| This ain' t America is it? | |
| This ain' t America is it? Where can I be | |
| Strick | |
| Yo, aiyyo it' s Monday night, we on some watch the game shit | |
| But I can go outside and still see the same shit | |
| ' Cause look, there' s a bunch of niggas in a huddle look | |
| Looks like they callin' the play, come in kids, don' t be all in the way | |
| ' Cause that' s Pookie, he the fuckin' quarterback | |
| ' Cause he like to use the shotgun, if he don' t I know he got one | |
| And that' s Budda he the fuckin' runnin' back | |
| ' Cause he always say he gon' quit, and he always wind up runnin' back | |
| The rest of them? I' ll just say they play the line | |
| ' Cause they like to protect Pookie, and Pookie make them stay in line | |
| And if they make a wrong move they penalized | |
| Not by the referee, but by Pookie brother Jeffery | |
| And Jeff don' t touch shit, he sit and watch yup | |
| Oversees the whole block, from his own private luxury box | |
| He' s the one that makes the deals happen | |
| Smokin' big cigars, while his stars are in the field scrappin' | |
| But tonight the line of scrimmage got penetrated | |
| The block got raided, and everybody got traded | |
| Now they wearin' stripes in a pen, guess that' s how the game go | |
| Nigga you don' t know? Highlights at 10 | |
| Reporter | |
| Wednesday police arrested 12 men in a downtown drug raid. | |
| The cartel known on the streets as the " Sharks" was transporting | |
| Large amounts of marijuana in shipments of little leauge football | |
| Equipment. | |
| Masta Ace | |
| There' s a new team in from outta town | |
| What' s the sound? Gun shot OUTTA BOUNCE! | |
| And the front line niggas stay ready for the blitz sonny | |
| So you won' t make a sack of money | |
| And every now and then, somebody drops the ball | |
| And the next team, be right there to take it all | |
| Now somebody new is tryin' to make a score in your territory | |
| It' s the same old story | |
| And if you want your corner back you better wear a vest | |
| Just in case, you gotta pull at bullet to the chest | |
| Believe me, that shit can be a humdinger | |
| ' cause every quarterback in this league is a gunslinger | |
| The halftime show' s kinda ill | |
| Hood rat bitches dancin to Dru Hill ahhhh... | |
| Another nigga down and out | |
| A crackhead with no name yo | |
| It' s just an unfriendly game | |
| Chorus |
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