- The Game The Black Slim Shady 歌詞
- The Game
- [Interlude 1: Uber Driver]
Hey, grandma
Im still out here makin' my Uber runs
Ill be home soon
I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile
Okay, okay, love you too
[Intro: The Game]
G-G-G-G, Shady (G-G)
Shady Aftermath (Yeah)
Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, lets go
Yeah (G-G)
[Chorus: The Game]
I don't think they know who they ****in with
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin clips
Hi, Im the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit
Hi, Im the Black Slim Shady
[Verse 1: The Game]
Its Game, sick in the brain
Sick as the day that I came
Hennessy runnin through my veins, I load up the clip and aim
Sick of you niggas talkin like you won't get wet in the rain
Now I'm singin Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novacane
Sick and tired of niggas, bitches, and critics, they all the same
Lame games they playin', lyin, tryin me for my name
I stick my dick in your Black ass
Shallow bitch on the show, just to lick the tip its ridiculous, she watchin' it grow
Cross eyed-ed, crosshairs on my enemies
If you cross the street, you run into me, you crash in to a light bolt
Now you crawlin out the driver side like a centipede
And me, Im finna be on a jet to the Phillipines
Spill the beans, kick the Kool-Aid, overtell, God dont intervene
While Im smashin Saweetie pussy to smithereens
Its the G-A-ficky-ficky-M, paint my face, Im him
Puttin this big black dick in your skims
[Chorus: The Game]
I dont think they know who they ****in with
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin clips
Hi, Im the Black Slim Shady
I unpack the heat with my oven mitts
I tip-toe around in my Chucks and shit
Hi, Im the Black Slim Shady
[Verse 2: The Game]
I killed Dr. Dre in my basement last night
I was wasted last night, I went ape shit last night
Chopped his body up, and forget where I placed it last night
Had a slice of humble pie, I couldnt taste it last night (Hahaha)
Lost my taste and my smell, I got Omarion
Me and Dr. Fauci went to Crazy Girls and then we got our party on
So fee-fi-fum, Im with 40 goin dumb
Not E-40, the other 40, Im with Canadians in Drakes house
Havin a stakeout
And Im so tired of orderin takeout, whats beef?
Beef is when you tell the chef to bring them steaks out
So lets play house with the Dracos and ARs
Stay the **** up off of Stanley grass and take a shit in they yard
And my dick stay hard, when I see Lizzo on the internet
Here it is another BBL
And my dick get little on the internet
My intellect is NFTs and Cryptos, I can never be a Crip though
I tip-toe with my red rag around six Os
[Interlude 2: Uber Driver & The Game]
Chuck?
Yeah
Hey, man, lets get you out the rain
Good lookin, hows your night goin, bro?
Im cool, man, you dont need that mask
Nobody cares about that shit anymore
You got a charger up there with you?
Yeah, for sure, it reaches all the way back there too
Good lookin, homie
Ayo, I really **** with that starter cap, that shit hard as ****
Crazy story behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace
What?
He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago
Damn
Its my favorite
Can I see that shit for a minute?
Uh, yeah, sure
Oh, shit, this mother****er autographed and everything
Who signed it for you?
Eminem
He used to be like this rap God
Man, me and my brother praised him
Back when I was little, I dont really like any of his new stuff
Woah, wait, I know where were goin, wait, why do you have a gu—?
Yo, shut the **** up
Ayy, man, Im drivin, Ill get you there wait
Ill take you, Im a fan, thats cool
Stop lookin back, stop lookin back here
Its cool dude, man, you dont need to do this
Focus on the ****in road
Okay
Yo, come on, man
Alright
Drive
Alright, alright
Drive
Well go, well go
Shut the **** up
Alright
[Verse 3: The Game]
Ask Dre
All I got is my word, my dick and my MAC 10
One thing you can never have is my mother****in Black... skin
This aint no suit that I wore
This aint a mansion, a hangin plaque, this aint no stupid award
So, oh, he goes platinum
And, oh, Im on the Math with him
He got all the Blackest friends
Hewants to be African, me
Left for dead on the Dr.s Advocate
Dre never executive-produced it, I just imagined it
Oh, here goes the magic tricks
Candy shops and the magic stick
DeAngelo Bailey got in shape to whoop your ass again
You depressed, you just maskin it
You pop a Adderall, a Vicodin, and a Aspirin
But the math wasnt mathin in
So pass me the torch cause the torture in my mind
With the voice that defied rhymes will force the blind eye
To see that I was in the white Rolls Royce with five .9s
When you was pretendin to be the white Royce da 59'
I just crossed a fine line
Might just force the white guy to call D12 so he can be the pork they grind, swine
And the biggest rapper in Detroit, that award is Sean Don
So uncork the Chardonnay and stick my fork in white wine
I never heard you in a club, I never heard you in a bar
Eleven albums and ten never got played inside of my car
Id rather listen to Snitch9ine like sixty-nine times
And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns than listen to you
Youre a Karen, call the cops, tell em its a Black man on your block
With a Glock and he got it cocked
And the tattoos on his face is a star and a teardrop
He standin on a teardrop and he says he can feel Pac in the air
Like Phil Collins , listen to him, he still wildin
(Ah, Epstein chased me around Epstein island)
So silence, Im—, Im thinkin, uh, mm, yeah
Nothin rhymes with orange!
So ficky-ficky Slim Shady, please, stand up
Shoot the fade with me, Id love to put these hands up
I could .40 Glock you, unarmed
Drop the world on your head with one arm
Dear Slim, Hailies with me and shes unharmed for now (Dad, Im really scared)
These are the deepest secrets, I keep and I be on defence
Cause Gs aint supposed to fold up
With all the facades I hold up inside of my mind, I froze up
Im cold as COVID, Ebola, the Spanish flu, and Corona
The Zika virus, pneumonia is deep inside my persona
On each side of my shoulders is demons chasin Jehovah
The renegade or the soldier, I really gave it to Hova (How it feel?)
Twenty-three years, still aint penetratin the culture
You are not, top five , in mine, B.I.G or Pac eyes
No André, no Nas, stop tellin white lies
Sniff a white line, this the right time
I Suge Knight Vanilla Ice, Im not Mr. Nice Guy
[Bridge: The Game]
Im crazy (Im crazy, Im crazy)
Im crazy (Im crazy, Im crazy)
Im not Mr. Nice Guy
Im crazy (Im crazy, Im crazy)
Dre know
Im crazy (Im crazy, Im crazy)
Way to ****in go
[Verse 4: The Game]
You done pissed off Jimmy, Universal , and Interscope
Know, I got Jimmy, Slim, 50, and Universal in a scope
(Cause Im shady) Shadier than him
(Im crazy) Crazier than Kim
So when the Bat signal goes up in the clouds above the buildings
I hope you live long enough to see heroes turn into villains
Oh, you think Im a Joker? Well, riddle me this
You love your mother?
Well, Im cleanin out your closet for you and your half-brother
And I told you when I was in Detroit, I wanted to go to 8 Mile
Cause when I was little to get some M&Ms, I had to walk eight miles
But you wouldnt leave the studio, your life is on loop
Thats why Im doggy in style, cause niggas rather bump Snoop
And Im a lyrical .50 cal
Leave his brain all thin, wind, the games all endin
The chainsaw, vrin, vrin
Hello? Hello?
Pagin Dr. Dre?
He aint got a lot to say
But since Curtis always do, let him write the rhymes for you
Tell him to clip the wings on my butterfly tatt and force em back in the cocoon
Now does he still rap or did he have a change of heart too?
The chick on the show wasnt pickin me and Mariah wasnt pickin you
So the cannons is blam-blammin and if it jam then I unjam it
And wipe down my stripper pole with the hair grease from your bandana
You wish you was Santana or Cam in them ten Jays
Durag for ten years and never had one wave
And I was that runaway slave, that they buried in that one grave
And some say he would back to haunt Slim Shady one day
Now Im here, hope you ready, this is not moms spaghetti
This your dad was twenty-two when he ate lil Debbie
He takes the cake
Cause she was only fifteen, so how could one not sympathize with herhavin you as a teen?
She had to lose herself in the moment, give up her dreams
Just to see her son out here lookin like a wigger in jeans (Yeah)
Little Marshall Mathers
Mad cause nobody thinks that little Marshall matters
That sentiments hard to gather
Lets get this shit all together, the picture was ripped, I fixed it
But none with me, you, and 50, lets stitch this shit all together
You like it, Slim?
I made it just for you
I even kidnapped Stans brother and baited him here for you
But you would just say, 'No'
Probably leave us in the blistering cold
God made you damn near perfect, he just missed your soul
You aint the shell of who you used to be
And after you, its me, on the Uzi spree like its two of me
And Matthews dead now, its just you and me
The sweatpants, the dad hat, durag and no jewelry
Mm, is that cultural appropriation
Ask Paul if its even appropriate for me to make that statement, rude of me
How your day went?
Did you re-dye your beard or get another face lift or do shrooms in your moms basement
Until you nod and see spaceships
And the aliens inside it come and tell you your talents wasted
Then you wake up and you aint shit
I know you fiendin for a Dr. Dre bass hit
How ironic, an addict in a basement
And now I chronic, cause I done had it with the fake shit
You never understood ebonics or a cadence
I press everything like a weight bench
And every time the plate hits, you off another playlist
Sorry, it aint workin out
Niggas shootin, Billy Blanks (Its my winners speech)
While Im here, I should really thank MGK, UGK, Tech N9ne, Uzi spray
My other twelve personalities wasnt really in the mood today
Hi, kids, heres somethin funny, lets all say, 'Nigga' once
Crashed the car, hit and run
Jumped out, hid the gun
Your fans want a rap god, well, **** it, Ima give him one
I came to put Slim in a box but he already live in one
[Outro: The Game]
Mr. Shady, dont be shady
Pick that pen up, dont be lazy
Call up Dre and get that Dre beat
Jump off stage if shit get crazy
Mr. Shady, dont be shady
Pick that pen up, dont be lazy
Call up Dre and get that Dre beat
Jump off stage if shit get crazy
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