Intro:
Yo, uh, that’s right, let’s talk about games
Contemplations, observation of all the propagation
Consolation with my population of the proper nation
Lyrical miracles, claim I’m an individual
Whose spiritual, not a criminal, this shit is subliminal
Verse 1:
Blah, blah blah, blah blah, all you rappers you ain’t sayin’ shit
You make me wanna throw away the mic and just play in shit
I never ate ass, what does it taste like?
I wonder if it’ll help me get rid of my stage fright
My legs start shakin’, like when I talk to women
Cause I’m thinkin’ of every Backstreet Boy lyric I can give em
I wonder if she’ll pull down her panties and let me eat it
Not her kitty, stupid, I’m talkin’ about her ass, get them cheeks in
I only wanna do it because Jhene Aiko said so
So I’mma dive deep like a Hail Mary from Drew Bledsoe
For all you new Pats fans, that’s the old Tom Brady
From NFL Gameday 2002, who wanna play me?
I’m not even jokin’, like I really used to love that game
I never would’ve understood football and would be lame
So when all the other guys would start talkin’ bout sports and shit
I just remember shit from the game, you know the important shit
I would just always run the shotgun play
Cause the plays had X’s and arrows, like what the hell are they?
I played as Vinny Testaverde and passed the ball to Lamont Jordan
I didn’t know who either of y’all were, but you seemed important
Verse 2:
I remember when I used to play Halo and COD
With my friends in high school back when we didn’t have jobs
I remember I’d get made fun of for all the weapons I used
Like how bad I gotta be to get made fun of by nerds too?
They told me stop campin’, stop feedin’ em, stop bein’ a noob
Like bruh I dont know these words, I never played this game
Y’all been playin’ ya whole life up in ya room with no lights
Never seein’ the sunlight, talkin’ to girls that ain’t yo type
When I talked about girls, it was a foreign subject
They’d start gettin’ all quiet like it was boring or somethin’
Like c’mon man, I wasn’t the best with women
But y’all avoid the topic like ya controller was missin’
Like c’mon let’s try to get some dates, let’s try to get some numbers
Knowin’ damn well I wouldn’t do that either, I was shyer than a motha
Wow, I went on this so far, I forgot a hook
So if you google these lyrics on Genius, just go take a look
Hook (2x)
Here I am talkin’ bout video games
Usin’ these terms like I’m gonna get flamed
I may be a nerd, but I ain’t that type
Can’t think of a rhyme, somethin’ somethin’, crack pipe
Verse 3:
I haven’t owned a console since PS2
All the games nowadays are the same, just point and shoot
Shouts to Metal Gear Solid for creatin’ a story
And to God of War for bein’ ruthless and hella gory
I’m bout to come up on you rappers like Solid Snake
In a cardboard box and send you to an unconscious state
That’s kinda great, or maybe I’ll do you like Kratos
Shake the ground with the force of a god like tectonic plates
Or maybe I’ll spin around and punch you like Jak and Daxter
Or Jak II, where I take you out with a massive blaster
Maybe I’ll jack ya whip just like Grand Theft Auto
Cruisin’ down ya block, playin’ Radio Los Santos
Or maybe I’ll be like Smackdown and fight you backstage
Falls count anywhere, casket match or a cage
Y’know what? I’ll pick Mercenaries, that’s hella proper
Take a rocket launcher and aim it right at ya helicopter
Hook repeats (2x)
Yo, uh, that’s right, let’s talk about games
Contemplations, observation of all the propagation
Consolation with my population of the proper nation
Lyrical miracles, claim I’m an individual
Whose spiritual, not a criminal, this shit is subliminal
Verse 1:
Blah, blah blah, blah blah, all you rappers you ain’t sayin’ shit
You make me wanna throw away the mic and just play in shit
I never ate ass, what does it taste like?
I wonder if it’ll help me get rid of my stage fright
My legs start shakin’, like when I talk to women
Cause I’m thinkin’ of every Backstreet Boy lyric I can give em
I wonder if she’ll pull down her panties and let me eat it
Not her kitty, stupid, I’m talkin’ about her ass, get them cheeks in
I only wanna do it because Jhene Aiko said so
So I’mma dive deep like a Hail Mary from Drew Bledsoe
For all you new Pats fans, that’s the old Tom Brady
From NFL Gameday 2002, who wanna play me?
I’m not even jokin’, like I really used to love that game
I never would’ve understood football and would be lame
So when all the other guys would start talkin’ bout sports and shit
I just remember shit from the game, you know the important shit
I would just always run the shotgun play
Cause the plays had X’s and arrows, like what the hell are they?
I played as Vinny Testaverde and passed the ball to Lamont Jordan
I didn’t know who either of y’all were, but you seemed important
Verse 2:
I remember when I used to play Halo and COD
With my friends in high school back when we didn’t have jobs
I remember I’d get made fun of for all the weapons I used
Like how bad I gotta be to get made fun of by nerds too?
They told me stop campin’, stop feedin’ em, stop bein’ a noob
Like bruh I dont know these words, I never played this game
Y’all been playin’ ya whole life up in ya room with no lights
Never seein’ the sunlight, talkin’ to girls that ain’t yo type
When I talked about girls, it was a foreign subject
They’d start gettin’ all quiet like it was boring or somethin’
Like c’mon man, I wasn’t the best with women
But y’all avoid the topic like ya controller was missin’
Like c’mon let’s try to get some dates, let’s try to get some numbers
Knowin’ damn well I wouldn’t do that either, I was shyer than a motha
Wow, I went on this so far, I forgot a hook
So if you google these lyrics on Genius, just go take a look
Hook (2x)
Here I am talkin’ bout video games
Usin’ these terms like I’m gonna get flamed
I may be a nerd, but I ain’t that type
Can’t think of a rhyme, somethin’ somethin’, crack pipe
Verse 3:
I haven’t owned a console since PS2
All the games nowadays are the same, just point and shoot
Shouts to Metal Gear Solid for creatin’ a story
And to God of War for bein’ ruthless and hella gory
I’m bout to come up on you rappers like Solid Snake
In a cardboard box and send you to an unconscious state
That’s kinda great, or maybe I’ll do you like Kratos
Shake the ground with the force of a god like tectonic plates
Or maybe I’ll spin around and punch you like Jak and Daxter
Or Jak II, where I take you out with a massive blaster
Maybe I’ll jack ya whip just like Grand Theft Auto
Cruisin’ down ya block, playin’ Radio Los Santos
Or maybe I’ll be like Smackdown and fight you backstage
Falls count anywhere, casket match or a cage
Y’know what? I’ll pick Mercenaries, that’s hella proper
Take a rocket launcher and aim it right at ya helicopter
Hook repeats (2x)
( Brett D )
www.ChordsAZ.com