The Game Lyrics by Tash

The Game

[carl thomas]
Treats me the same
Treats you the same
Ohh, treats me the same
Treats you the same
Ohh, nobody
Ohh, nobody

[tash]
You know what? its hella lonely at the top when you rich without a girl
Its me against the world, but thats how my world twirl
So let that shit spin cause ima play it to the end
Sometime you gotta make decisions: your woman or your friends?
My friends come first
My females is secondary
The last girl I had was this bad ass secretary
Her name was yvonne - that bitch thought she was the bomb
But I knew it wouldnt work, I never took her home to moms
You know havin a ball not givin my all
Holdin hands down the hall at the crenshaw mall
She used to look at me and saw no flaws at all
We was close - she walked around my house in her draws
But after all the good times you know comes the rain
I had to cut that bitch off for some shit I cant explain
I blamed it on her trip and she blamed it on my fame
I got cupid lookin stupid
But thats a part of the game

[carl thomas]
Ohh the game owes nothin to nobody
So Im tellin you this from the start
If you find youve been decieved by another
Then you better just trust in your heart

[tash]
So all the ladies wave your hands if you down wit your man
I know them two kids you got wasnt part of the plan
What this world is a twist; if it aint that its this
I like the kinda girl that tatoo niggaz names on they wrist
Tash on your tit
Thats the kinda girl I need
After work, feeds her seeds then smokes a little weed
Low key; thats how my girl gon be
But I aint found her yet and she aint found me
So Im lookin
For all the sexy hoes that aint tooken
Carl put me down with this bad broad from brooklyn
But all I do is hit - no spark, no flame
I got cupid lookin stupid
But thats a part of the game

Chorus

[tash]
I know this love song Im writin aint flashin your excitement
But when you least expect it love will strike you like some lightning
Thats why Im here to warn ya
These girls in california, theyll take you to the cleaners
If you let em put it on ya [put what? ]
You know the little wifey deluxe
Thatll have your friends and family rentin a tux
Thats why you gotta keep it p.i.
So even if your buck stop
You got the type of girl thatll walk you to the bus stop
True love-
Thats kinda hard to find when you rhyme
Im 27 now and its 1999
But ima find mine; matter fact, whats yo name?
-trust in yo heart- but thats a part of the game