Game Got Switched - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Game Got Switched - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ludacris |
| Album | Back For The First Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ludacris | |
| 作词 : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN/WADE, RICO | |
| Chorus： | |
| I hate it when it's too many niggas | |
| Not enough hoes | |
| Too many rookies | |
| Not enough pros | |
| The game got switched on some Ludacris shit | |
| So all yll can suck my dick | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I got em whip like miracle | |
| Ludacris lyrical fool | |
| We dirty south | |
| Shut up yo mouth | |
| We rock jewels | |
| No holds barred | |
| But obey the block rules | |
| Cock tools put chlorine in record pools | |
| Are there anymore like ya | |
| Hell nah | |
| I treat humans like students | |
| Fail yll | |
| So turn your books to page 69 and start sucking | |
| When organize drop the track and start ducking | |
| When Ludacris get in the bed then start fucking | |
| You wanna be starting somethin | |
| Get out the booth and let me tell yll the truth | |
| We kick down doors | |
| Save all the h20 for front rows | |
| Live in the bank and watch what stank hoes | |
| Stay chromed out | |
| And that on or off road | |
| If you know what I mean | |
| Proceed to stay clean | |
| Light skinned nigga turned red but get green | |
| Inhale some of that dro but blow steam | |
| Love a combination big ass and tight jeans | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Boy you done lost yo mind | |
| Nah I lost my virginity | |
| And I shot quick like that fool that shot Kennedy | |
| What the remedy | |
| Henessy coke | |
| If you cut all yo money you still be half broke | |
| Ashes to ashes | |
| Smoke or get smoked | |
| We come by the masses you come and get choked | |
| Take me for a fool Il take you for a joke | |
| Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope | |
| So now we eating lobster shrimp and thangs | |
| And watch for imposters that been in the game | |
| We invented the game | |
| And yll just got hipped | |
| Man what that smell | |
| Probably youe upper lip | |
| Cause I love to walk around like my shit don stank | |
| Even if its cigars in that purple colored dank | |
| Filling in the Gump wit no track of Tom Hanks | |
| Go put this in your jaw like weeners and beef franks | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I put too much sugar in my Kool Aid | |
| And party like a kid wit a high top fade | |
| Arrive to a show and I like to get paid | |
| Arrive to a ho and I like to get laid | |
| Right up on my back like rugs and floor mats | |
| I on the right page but what my format | |
| I wave to the ocean cause I where shores at | |
| And women go nuts just like my bosack | |
| Did you know that | |
| Man I the gift of change | |
| Electric stove so give me the keys to the Range | |
| Shagadelic beautiful but strange | |
| Went to Magic City saw Nikki in blew flames | |
| Rearrange | |
| Same braud different night | |
| Pass the E&J and let a nigga get right | |
| The bomb threaten?dude that on your same flight | |
| The highlights that I live a high ass life | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Ludacris | |
| zuo ci : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN WADE, RICO | |
| Chorus: | |
| I hate it when it' s too many niggas | |
| Not enough hoes | |
| Too many rookies | |
| Not enough pros | |
| The game got switched on some Ludacris shit | |
| So all y ll can suck my dick | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I got em whip like miracle | |
| Ludacris lyrical fool | |
| We dirty south | |
| Shut up yo mouth | |
| We rock jewels | |
| No holds barred | |
| But obey the block rules | |
| Cock tools put chlorine in record pools | |
| Are there anymore like ya | |
| Hell nah | |
| I treat humans like students | |
| Fail y ll | |
| So turn your books to page 69 and start sucking | |
| When organize drop the track and start ducking | |
| When Ludacris get in the bed then start fucking | |
| You wanna be starting somethin | |
| Get out the booth and let me tell y ll the truth | |
| We kick down doors | |
| Save all the h20 for front rows | |
| Live in the bank and watch what stank hoes | |
| Stay chromed out | |
| And that on or off road | |
| If you know what I mean | |
| Proceed to stay clean | |
| Light skinned nigga turned red but get green | |
| Inhale some of that dro but blow steam | |
| Love a combination big ass and tight jeans | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Boy you done lost yo mind | |
| Nah I lost my virginity | |
| And I shot quick like that fool that shot Kennedy | |
| What the remedy | |
| Henessy coke | |
| If you cut all yo money you still be half broke | |
| Ashes to ashes | |
| Smoke or get smoked | |
| We come by the masses you come and get choked | |
| Take me for a fool I l take you for a joke | |
| Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope | |
| So now we eating lobster shrimp and thangs | |
| And watch for imposters that been in the game | |
| We invented the game | |
| And y ll just got hipped | |
| Man what that smell | |
| Probably you e upper lip | |
| Cause I love to walk around like my shit don stank | |
| Even if its cigars in that purple colored dank | |
| Filling in the Gump wit no track of Tom Hanks | |
| Go put this in your jaw like weeners and beef franks | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I put too much sugar in my Kool Aid | |
| And party like a kid wit a high top fade | |
| Arrive to a show and I like to get paid | |
| Arrive to a ho and I like to get laid | |
| Right up on my back like rugs and floor mats | |
| I on the right page but what my format | |
| I wave to the ocean cause I where shores at | |
| And women go nuts just like my bosack | |
| Did you know that | |
| Man I the gift of change | |
| Electric stove so give me the keys to the Range | |
| Shagadelic beautiful but strange | |
| Went to Magic City saw Nikki in blew flames | |
| Rearrange | |
| Same braud different night | |
| Pass the E J and let a nigga get right | |
| The bomb threaten? dude that on your same flight | |
| The highlights that I live a high ass life | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Ludacris | |
| zuò cí : BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN WADE, RICO | |
| Chorus: | |
| I hate it when it' s too many niggas | |
| Not enough hoes | |
| Too many rookies | |
| Not enough pros | |
| The game got switched on some Ludacris shit | |
| So all y ll can suck my dick | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I got em whip like miracle | |
| Ludacris lyrical fool | |
| We dirty south | |
| Shut up yo mouth | |
| We rock jewels | |
| No holds barred | |
| But obey the block rules | |
| Cock tools put chlorine in record pools | |
| Are there anymore like ya | |
| Hell nah | |
| I treat humans like students | |
| Fail y ll | |
| So turn your books to page 69 and start sucking | |
| When organize drop the track and start ducking | |
| When Ludacris get in the bed then start fucking | |
| You wanna be starting somethin | |
| Get out the booth and let me tell y ll the truth | |
| We kick down doors | |
| Save all the h20 for front rows | |
| Live in the bank and watch what stank hoes | |
| Stay chromed out | |
| And that on or off road | |
| If you know what I mean | |
| Proceed to stay clean | |
| Light skinned nigga turned red but get green | |
| Inhale some of that dro but blow steam | |
| Love a combination big ass and tight jeans | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Boy you done lost yo mind | |
| Nah I lost my virginity | |
| And I shot quick like that fool that shot Kennedy | |
| What the remedy | |
| Henessy coke | |
| If you cut all yo money you still be half broke | |
| Ashes to ashes | |
| Smoke or get smoked | |
| We come by the masses you come and get choked | |
| Take me for a fool I l take you for a joke | |
| Tired of fast food so they cooked up dope | |
| So now we eating lobster shrimp and thangs | |
| And watch for imposters that been in the game | |
| We invented the game | |
| And y ll just got hipped | |
| Man what that smell | |
| Probably you e upper lip | |
| Cause I love to walk around like my shit don stank | |
| Even if its cigars in that purple colored dank | |
| Filling in the Gump wit no track of Tom Hanks | |
| Go put this in your jaw like weeners and beef franks | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| I put too much sugar in my Kool Aid | |
| And party like a kid wit a high top fade | |
| Arrive to a show and I like to get paid | |
| Arrive to a ho and I like to get laid | |
| Right up on my back like rugs and floor mats | |
| I on the right page but what my format | |
| I wave to the ocean cause I where shores at | |
| And women go nuts just like my bosack | |
| Did you know that | |
| Man I the gift of change | |
| Electric stove so give me the keys to the Range | |
| Shagadelic beautiful but strange | |
| Went to Magic City saw Nikki in blew flames | |
| Rearrange | |
| Same braud different night | |
| Pass the E J and let a nigga get right | |
| The bomb threaten? dude that on your same flight | |
| The highlights that I live a high ass life | |
| Chorus |
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