Текст (слова) песни: Ice Cube - True to the Game

You know who I`m talking to
Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you ain`t
shit
Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked,
motherfucker
Punk-ass mark, bitch-made
Punk-ass trick in a basket
You got caught up in the mix...>

It`s the nigga ya love to hate with a new song
So what really goes on
Nothing but a come-up, but ain`t that a bitch
They hate to see a young nigga rich
But I refuse to switch even though
Cause I can`t move to the snow
Cause soon as y`all get some dough
Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow
Moving out your neighborhood
But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor`s good
Little kids jumping on me
But you, you wanna be white and corny
Living way out
"Nigger go home" spray-painted on your house
Trying to be White or a Jew
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?
Get the hell out
Stop being an Uncle Tom, you little sell-out
House nigga scum
Give something back to the place where you made it from
Before you end up broke
Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked
I ain`t saying no names, you know who you are
You little punk, be true to the game

BREAK
Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?
Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit
But you still ain`t shit...>

When you first start rhyming
It started off slow and then you start climbing
But it wasn`t fast enough I guess
So you gave your other style a test
You was hardcore hip-hop
Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped
Giving our music away to the mainstream
Don`t you know they ain`t down with the team
They just sent they boss over
Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over
On MTV but they don`t care
They`ll have a new nigga next year
You out in the cold
No more white fans and no more soul
And you might have a heart attack
When you find out the black folks don`t want you back
And you know what`s worse?
You was just like the nigga in the first verse
Stop selling out your race
And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
Niggas always gotta show they teeth
Now I`m a be brief
Be true to the game

BREAK
I see you got your fancy cars and shit
But you know what?
You still ain`t shit
That`s right, I caught you slipping
You know I could`ve gat you
Yeah, but I didn`t even trip...>

A message to the oreo cookie
Find a mirror and take a look, G
Do you like what you see?
But you`re quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can`t be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You don`t associate with the Negroes
You wanna be just like Jack
But Jack is calling you a nigga behind your back
So back off genius
I don`t need you to correct my broken English
You know that`s right
You ain`t white
So stop holding your ass tight
Cause you can`t pass
So why you keep trying to pass?
With your black ass
Mister Big
But in reality, you`re shorter than a midge
You only got yourself to blame
Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game

He continues to live in South Central Los Angeles
And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood...>

Be true to the game!

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Get the hell out Stop being an Uncle Tom, you little sell-out House nigga scum Give something back to the place where you made it from Before you end up broke Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked I ain`t saying no names, you know who you are You little punk, be true to the game BREAK Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh? Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit But you still ain`t shit...> When you first start rhyming It started off slow and then you start climbing But it wasn`t fast enough I guess So you gave your other style a test You was hardcore hip-hop Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped Giving our music away to the mainstream Don`t you know they ain`t down with the team They just sent they boss over Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over On MTV but they don`t care They`ll have a new nigga next year You out in the cold No more white fans and no more soul And you might have a heart attack When you find out the black folks don`t want you back And you know what`s worse? You was just like the nigga in the first verse Stop selling out your race And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face Niggas always gotta show they teeth Now I`m a be brief Be true to the game BREAK I see you got your fancy cars and shit But you know what? You still ain`t shit That`s right, I caught you slipping You know I could`ve gat you Yeah, but I didn`t even trip...> A message to the oreo cookie Find a mirror and take a look, G Do you like what you see? But you`re quick to point the finger at me You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy Black man can`t be no yuppie You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes You don`t associate with the Negroes You wanna be just like Jack But Jack is calling you a nigga behind your back So back off genius I don`t need you to correct my broken English You know that`s right You ain`t white So stop holding your ass tight Cause you can`t pass So why you keep trying to pass? With your black ass Mister Big But in reality, you`re shorter than a midge You only got yourself to blame Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game He continues to live in South Central Los Angeles And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood...> Be true to the game! Нравится песня? 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