Too Much Lyrics
| Song | Too Much |
| Artist | The Game |
| Album | Doctor's Advocate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:03.02] | I＇m from the old hood, somethin like yo＇ hood |
| [00:14.16] | Where niggaz don＇t know good, or know Suge, but the blow good |
| [00:16.72] | So we rock it like Tracy McGrady |
| [00:18.09] | Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes |
| [00:19.85] | I＇m a product of my environment, grew up in the 80＇s |
| [00:22.96] | So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies |
| [00:26.76] | And it＇s evident my flow is heaven-sent |
| [00:28.25] | First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans |
| [00:30.01] | Nigga I can＇t be fucked, like a lesbian |
| [00:32.19] | I＇m to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans |
| [00:34.69] | I＇m a artist, never claimed to be the hardest |
| [00:35.13] | Just number one since B.I.G. and ＇Pac departed |
| [00:35.44] | Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me |
| [00:40.94] | All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey |
| [00:46.38] | I＇m on fire like the tip of a blunt |
| [00:48.76] | On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month |
| [00:52.14] | I＇m a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump |
| [00:54.70] | like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk |
| [00:56.64] | I＇m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man |
| [00:59.20] | Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man |
| [01:01.57] | Too much Cris＇ in the club not to get drunk |
| [01:03.64] | Too many bitches in the world not to fuck |
| [01:05.44] | Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up |
| [01:07.63] | And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump |
| [01:09.77] | You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares? |
| [01:13.53] | Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare |
| [01:15.22] | Don＇t know how much atten-tion you pay |
| [01:20.96] | You better be ready to die, in this game |
| [01:26.02] | I thought I told y＇all |
| [01:29.64] | I＇m done with the beef clown, my son three now |
| [01:34.46] | And I＇ve been watchin Dre so long I＇m makin beats now |
| [01:40.58] | Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town |
| [01:42.45] | I mean Chi-Town, fuck it it can go down |
| [01:47.83] | Nigga I spit the whole round, fo＇ plus fo＇-pound |
| [01:49.83] | Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown |
| [01:50.20] | And I＇m Billy the Kid ＇til they split my wig |
| [01:51.95] | I come back from the dead, tell ＇em kill me again |
| [01:53.89] | Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me |
| [01:54.33] | I＇m gangsta, took more shots than Tookie |
| [01:55.27] | I＇m alive, so I＇ma take a Patron shot for Tookie |
| [01:56.89] | Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie |
| [01:57.20] | Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two |
| [01:57.58] | I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do? |
| [01:58.71] | I＇m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man |
| [02:00.29] | Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man |
| [02:01.41] | Drive fast, both hands on the dash |
| [02:02.41] | Close both of your eyes and hope that you don＇t crash |
| [02:03.72] | It＇s lyrical homicide, both airbags out |
| [02:04.85] | Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out |
| [02:06.42] | Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in |
| [02:09.40] | Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind |
| [02:15.49] | Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs |
| [02:16.86] | Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind |
| [02:21.80] | Four doors, leather and wood |
| [02:22.62] | Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood |
| [02:30.56] | And I keep a chrome fo＇-five under my hood |
| [02:33.06] | So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood |
| [02:34.24] | Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain |
| [02:35.49] | Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane |
| [02:37.12] | Long as my family straight, read this at my wake |
| [02:37.52] | I gave ＇em ＂The Documentary＂ and they scraped the plate |
| [02:38.27] | Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face |
| [02:39.53] | I can not, will not ever be replaced |
| [02:39.83] | I＇m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man |
| [02:41.08] | Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man |
| [02:42.15] | He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared |
| [02:46.33] | You can＇t find your girl, she right here |
| [02:47.58] | I＇m not a bad dream, I＇m a nightmare |
| [02:48.83] | ＇Sides there＇s way too many hoes in here |
| [00:03.02] | I m from the old hood, somethin like yo hood |
| [00:14.16] | Where niggaz don t know good, or know Suge, but the blow good |
| [00:16.72] | So we rock it like Tracy McGrady |
| [00:18.09] | Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes |
| [00:19.85] | I m a product of my environment, grew up in the 80 s |
| [00:22.96] | So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies |
| [00:26.76] | And it s evident my flow is heavensent |
| [00:28.25] | First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans |
| [00:30.01] | Nigga I can t be fucked, like a lesbian |
| [00:32.19] | I m to hiphop what Cartoon is to Mexicans |
| [00:34.69] | I m a artist, never claimed to be the hardest |
| [00:35.13] | Just number one since B. I. G. and Pac departed |
| [00:35.44] | Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me |
| [00:40.94] | All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey |
| [00:46.38] | I m on fire like the tip of a blunt |
| [00:48.76] | On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month |
| [00:52.14] | I m a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump |
| [00:54.70] | like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk |
| [00:56.64] | I m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man |
| [00:59.20] | Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man |
| [01:01.57] | Too much Cris in the club not to get drunk |
| [01:03.64] | Too many bitches in the world not to fuck |
| [01:05.44] | Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up |
| [01:07.63] | And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump |
| [01:09.77] | You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares? |
| [01:13.53] | Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare |
| [01:15.22] | Don t know how much attention you pay |
| [01:20.96] | You better be ready to die, in this game |
| [01:26.02] | I thought I told y all |
| [01:29.64] | I m done with the beef clown, my son three now |
| [01:34.46] | And I ve been watchin Dre so long I m makin beats now |
| [01:40.58] | Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the DTown |
| [01:42.45] | I mean ChiTown, fuck it it can go down |
| [01:47.83] | Nigga I spit the whole round, fo plus fo pound |
| [01:49.83] | Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown |
| [01:50.20] | And I m Billy the Kid til they split my wig |
| [01:51.95] | I come back from the dead, tell em kill me again |
| [01:53.89] | Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me |
| [01:54.33] | I m gangsta, took more shots than Tookie |
| [01:55.27] | I m alive, so I ma take a Patron shot for Tookie |
| [01:56.89] | Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie |
| [01:57.20] | Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two |
| [01:57.58] | I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do? |
| [01:58.71] | I m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man |
| [02:00.29] | Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man |
| [02:01.41] | Drive fast, both hands on the dash |
| [02:02.41] | Close both of your eyes and hope that you don t crash |
| [02:03.72] | It s lyrical homicide, both airbags out |
| [02:04.85] | Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out |
| [02:06.42] | Niggaz drop the top on whatever in |
| [02:09.40] | Bitches let your ponytail blow in the wind |
| [02:15.49] | Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs |
| [02:16.86] | Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind |
| [02:21.80] | Four doors, leather and wood |
| [02:22.62] | Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood |
| [02:30.56] | And I keep a chrome fo five under my hood |
| [02:33.06] | So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood |
| [02:34.24] | Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain |
| [02:35.49] | Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane |
| [02:37.12] | Long as my family straight, read this at my wake |
| [02:37.52] | I gave em The Documentary and they scraped the plate |
| [02:38.27] | Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face |
| [02:39.53] | I can not, will not ever be replaced |
| [02:39.83] | I m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man |
| [02:41.08] | Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man |
| [02:42.15] | He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared |
| [02:46.33] | You can t find your girl, she right here |
| [02:47.58] | I m not a bad dream, I m a nightmare |
| [02:48.83] | Sides there s way too many hoes in here |
| [00:03.02] | I m from the old hood, somethin like yo hood |
| [00:14.16] | Where niggaz don t know good, or know Suge, but the blow good |
| [00:16.72] | So we rock it like Tracy McGrady |
| [00:18.09] | Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes |
| [00:19.85] | I m a product of my environment, grew up in the 80 s |
| [00:22.96] | So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies |
| [00:26.76] | And it s evident my flow is heavensent |
| [00:28.25] | First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans |
| [00:30.01] | Nigga I can t be fucked, like a lesbian |
| [00:32.19] | I m to hiphop what Cartoon is to Mexicans |
| [00:34.69] | I m a artist, never claimed to be the hardest |
| [00:35.13] | Just number one since B. I. G. and Pac departed |
| [00:35.44] | Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me |
| [00:40.94] | All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey |
| [00:46.38] | I m on fire like the tip of a blunt |
| [00:48.76] | On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month |
| [00:52.14] | I m a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump |
| [00:54.70] | like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk |
| [00:56.64] | I m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man |
| [00:59.20] | Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man |
| [01:01.57] | Too much Cris in the club not to get drunk |
| [01:03.64] | Too many bitches in the world not to fuck |
| [01:05.44] | Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up |
| [01:07.63] | And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump |
| [01:09.77] | You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares? |
| [01:13.53] | Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare |
| [01:15.22] | Don t know how much attention you pay |
| [01:20.96] | You better be ready to die, in this game |
| [01:26.02] | I thought I told y all |
| [01:29.64] | I m done with the beef clown, my son three now |
| [01:34.46] | And I ve been watchin Dre so long I m makin beats now |
| [01:40.58] | Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the DTown |
| [01:42.45] | I mean ChiTown, fuck it it can go down |
| [01:47.83] | Nigga I spit the whole round, fo plus fo pound |
| [01:49.83] | Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown |
| [01:50.20] | And I m Billy the Kid til they split my wig |
| [01:51.95] | I come back from the dead, tell em kill me again |
| [01:53.89] | Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me |
| [01:54.33] | I m gangsta, took more shots than Tookie |
| [01:55.27] | I m alive, so I ma take a Patron shot for Tookie |
| [01:56.89] | Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie |
| [01:57.20] | Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two |
| [01:57.58] | I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do? |
| [01:58.71] | I m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man |
| [02:00.29] | Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man |
| [02:01.41] | Drive fast, both hands on the dash |
| [02:02.41] | Close both of your eyes and hope that you don t crash |
| [02:03.72] | It s lyrical homicide, both airbags out |
| [02:04.85] | Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out |
| [02:06.42] | Niggaz drop the top on whatever in |
| [02:09.40] | Bitches let your ponytail blow in the wind |
| [02:15.49] | Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs |
| [02:16.86] | Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind |
| [02:21.80] | Four doors, leather and wood |
| [02:22.62] | Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood |
| [02:30.56] | And I keep a chrome fo five under my hood |
| [02:33.06] | So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood |
| [02:34.24] | Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain |
| [02:35.49] | Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane |
| [02:37.12] | Long as my family straight, read this at my wake |
| [02:37.52] | I gave em The Documentary and they scraped the plate |
| [02:38.27] | Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face |
| [02:39.53] | I can not, will not ever be replaced |
| [02:39.83] | I m the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man |
| [02:41.08] | Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man |
| [02:42.15] | He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared |
| [02:46.33] | You can t find your girl, she right here |
| [02:47.58] | I m not a bad dream, I m a nightmare |
| [02:48.83] | Sides there s way too many hoes in here |
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