We Got Game

We've got the game that they want to claim

Such a shame to see the jealousy and envy they display.

Panic's automatic and strategy is tragic

Got game like a no look pass from Magic

Now we're poundin' down the parkay

Cadillacs parlay and angels surround me as if my name were Charlie

10K action opponents in traction

I march to Armageddon with my Cadillac faction

My team's a regime and I'm all about that C.R.E.A.M.

Got money in the backcourt centered like Hakeem crossover

Motherfucker like you never even seen

The answers runnin' point Skinny's Runnin' triple beams

We got ups and we'll be rockin' the mic till the eruption stops

Each tick of the clock the sweat starts to bead

We'll give you the freethrow then we'll steal the lead

White wait stampede behind the back

Feed got funk in the trunk 'bout to dunk on the team

Got game motherfucker mad game mad game

Insane motherfucker insane insane

Rollin' first class in my Coupe de Ville

Gonna quench my thirst fast then I'll flex my skills

Gonna turn this bitch out like I'm runnin' a train

Even without a limp this pimp still carries a cane

I got game motherfucker mad game mad game

Insane motherfucker insane insane

The name is Saltine AKA Dimebag

Hittin' like a ballpen rollin' with a zigzag big bag of endo

Known as the chronic Skinny's got some shit to make you bitches jump

On it so we flaunt a little heaven cause we're rollin' with Devon

Let her blow on the dice you know they're comin' up sevens

We've got the game that they want to claim

Such a shame to see the jealousy and envy they display.

Bring the boom boom boom and a thump thump thump

When I jump to the forefront you're gonna get stomped

And I peep and I creep and I get with takin' no shorts

Not going out in a shit fit so I step from the waste of time

I'm on to your game yeah you won't waste mine

I got it to go so I'm rollin' wit the 40 malt

Jumpin' the ride lay some rubber on the asphalt

Skinny says to me I think you're movin' too fast Jay

Hunt for the blunt so we could front on the ashtray

Bring that 2 4 6 8 we will annihilate

You're trippin' on my game

I could see your eyes dilate

We've got the game they want to claim

Such a shame to see the jealously and envy they display.

I call this microphone the throne I own

I been callin' it home since the rock was a stone

So what ya gonna do to me rhyme is nothing new to me

Been rockin' this motherfucker way before puberty

Quite a long time by now you know my rhyme is like a guillotine

Decapitating those who take what's rightfully mine

I'm insane the name of the game

Factual thoughts obtain that outta slaughter

Your brain now I'm gonna attack in fact I'm on a jack

Tip grip the mic in the ring and let the rhyme rip

And tear beware no bandwagons in the dragon's lair

I came here seeking new frontier

Got game motherfucker mad game mad game

Insane motherfucker insane insane