[chubb rock]   All attention to all of the, lyrical swigs   Whether you studio switch or you're, synching a gig   Yes! I address to all the known known factors   Where you slave to the rhythm of con-troling the masters   I. smythe, whether you drive a benz or a bike   Whether you straight hit or you go strictly dyke   Dick van, no drugs I only snort dristan   And I point to the sister, and yes I can can   A, gangsta lean get funky like a latrine and   Lyrics scream deep into the +roots+ like ben vereen   Rockin, the apple, since the mayor were (? )   I smacked double platinum, or hit gold watch   I'll achieve, notoriety just like (? )   Squad squeeze, but they can mingle with the breeze   But hey, parlay - you don't know my way   These are the games we play..      [chorus]   Hey, hey, hey (hey hey)   These are the games we play   "i don't know what else to say" -> biggie smalls      [chorus]      [chubb rock]   Journalists script shit, that gets me kind of pissed   No real award given to the, funkiest hits and   Lyrics get prolific and, kids start to sip it   Esophagus start bulge, specific and centrific   Get a dollar, if I sell more than the group abba   The source critics still want to diss my yabba, dabba-da-doo   The pulse that revived the crash crew   If I'm rockin, on the ra-a-adio eww   Why they, can't downgrade but if they try   I rock from brooklyn to that crooked-letter-i   I, my temper, I remember starts to boil   The (? ? ) but happy that the heads stayed loyal   The groove hits the ground from the maker of "get down"   Peace love and all that shit plus five pound   Buy hey, parlay - you don't know my way   These are the games we play..      [chorus]      [chubb rock]   Mo hits the beat then chubb handles the rappin   The un-thinkable flow is fly plus extra napkins   And the girls 'pon flatbush look stush without my googles   And look as they squint then I blink push up the throttle   I, meet this to eat this i, leave this to beavis   If I wanna smoke ya spliff I might get, stiffer than penis   Oooh, I had to go and rip your whole crew   With freeze love ran land butt rub and blue ooh   Dippi - dippi dip on you   With all my niggaz and squads and the, funkiest jew   Ar-tistic lift it start the trend to the phonics   And, funk all pure lyrics that turn to alcoholics   Ghetto tales, start to prevail the shit   Whether you're east west miami bass blood or crip   But hey, hey, you don't know my way   These are the games we play..      [chorus] - 4x