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Games (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

With all the noise above
He tried to call his name,
The trial would go on,
The day has just begun!

Living in an empty world!
Living in an empty world!
Living in an empty world!
Living in an empty world!

The diamond cuts her eye
The crowd behind went wild
They weren’t all that proud
By now they hear it loud

Living in an empty world!
Living in an empty world!
Living in an empty world!
Living in an empty world!

I?m ok, I?m alright
I was out late last night
Empty world, Empty world
I will wait one more night

Compartilhe!

Games (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m tired of sittin’ here thinkin’ bout you
Where you goin’, who you wit, and why you ain’t called yet
When the next set a table for two
With massage, roses and everything
You used to give me, now is gone
Out of my mind is where i don’t belong
Already said be careful what you do to me
Cuz it might come back to you

1 – why you wanna play games, i ain’t got time
Ya see, i can play it better than ya
Makin’ me feel like i should play the same games
Do you really wanna?

Still playin’ games, i ain’t got time
Ya see, i can play it better than ya
Makin’ me feel like i should play the same games
Do you really wanna?

You know i could be out there doin’ the fool
With the next nigga wanna spend some time with me
Even though i’d rather be with you
It’s like, outta sight, outta mind

What do you expect for me to feel
I ain’t got the time to sit and fade around
Thinkin’ bout where you goin’, why you ain’t called
Who you wit, whachu doin’

And i don’t know what you talkin’ about
You say you need some time to find yourself
It only sounds like another excuse
Must be someone else
That you been givin’ all your time

Probably trickin’ every dime
While i pay the car note, pay the rent
Pay the phone bill
You really need to stop your playin’ games

Repeat 1

2 – see, if i didn’t answer my cell
Would you trip out?
And if i didn’t answer my page
Would you freak out?
If i stayed all night at the club
Would you bug out?
And if i had numbers in my pants
Would you check out?

If i put my girls before you
Would you stress out?
Late night calls from my ex
Would you be out?
Tricks are for kids silly rabbit, i’m grown
Please take your games, go on
Play it on your own

Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Repeat 2

See, i can play it better

Games (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Somebody said somebody wouldn’t last too long, somebody’s still going strong.
Somebody said somebody was all a front, somebody’s still talking junk.
Think of what you say, think of what you do,
think of what you try to put us through.
We’re just singing our song.
When you put us down, it ain’t gonna get you nowhere.
We’re positive and no matter what you think we really care.
Oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, games, games, games, games, games.

Somebody said somebody worked too hard, somebody gotta charm some hearts.
Somebody said everybody’s gonna wait and see, what’s gonna be is gonna be.
Think of …..

Games, oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, games, games, games, games, games.
(RAP:) Yeah, people keep on fronting on the Beantown posse,
but it’s time to step up to the stand,
‘cause we ain’t going out like that.
Back, huh, stronger than ever, did you think we’d sever?
Never, we’re too clever to be taken down clown
by your ignorant state of mind, I ain’t blind but
every time I look I find you dissin’ a mission that
strictly be righteous, we gotta fight this so now I think I might just
take a stand, man, like never before, and I’m sure
that we’ll endure so now it’s time to even the score
I hear you knocking me but you ain’t shocking me
‘cause jealousy is telling me that you’re just jocking me
so keep on talking skee, with pride I’m walking see,
because on anybody’s block is where I’m gonna be rockin’ gee.
Don’t play those games, oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, stop playing those games.
(repeat ad lib & fade)

Games (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Somebody said somebody wouldn’t last too long, somebody’s still going strong.
Somebody said somebody was all a front, somebody’s still talking junk.
Think of what you say, think of what you do,
Think of what you try to put us through.
We’re just singing our song.
When you put us down, it ain’t gonna get you nowhere.
We’re positive and no matter what you think we really care.
Oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, games, games, games, games, games.

Somebody said somebody worked too hard, somebody gotta charm some hearts.
Somebody said everybody’s gonna wait and see, what’s gonna be is gonna be.
Think of …..

Games, oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, games, games, games, games, games.
(rap:) yeah, people keep on fronting on the beantown posse,
But it’s time to step up to the stand,
‘cause we ain’t going out like that.
Back, huh, stronger than ever, did you think we’d sever?
Never, we’re too clever to be taken down clown
By your ignorant state of mind, i ain’t blind but
Every time i look i find you dissin’ a mission that
Strictly be righteous, we gotta fight this so now i think i might just
Take a stand, man, like never before, and i’m sure
That we’ll endure so now it’s time to even the score
I hear you knocking me but you ain’t shocking me
‘cause jealousy is telling me that you’re just jocking me
So keep on talking skee, with pride i’m walking see,
Because on anybody’s block is where i’m gonna be rockin’ gee.
Don’t play those games, oh, ee, oh, oh, oh, stop playing those games.
(repeat ad lib & fade)

Games (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Look at you
You’re the son of the neighborhood strays
You can walk in your prison for days
But you’ll never get anywhere
It’s a pain
But the shine on the edge of your blade
Couldn’t give all the waiting away
You were recognized everywhere
Turn away
You are not just ashamed of yourself
You’re a part of the scenery,damned to hell

Can’t you see
We are not going to play at your games
We are not going to ask you for names
Or for some of your history
Did you know
That your father said it’s all wrong
Just to keep it going along
It’s a part of our mystery
It’s our job, you see

You’ll agree
There is no point in letting you go
We can wait till the end of the show
Till the audience fades away
Turn around
You can laugh at the mess in your room
It’s a nightmare that never can end for you

Can’t you see
We are not going to play at your games
We are not going to ask you for names
Or for part of your history
Did you know
That your father said it’s all wrong
Just to keep it going along
It’s a part of our mystery
It’s our job you see

You’ll agree
There is no point in letting you go
We can wait till the end of the show
Till the audience fades away
Turn around
You can laugh at the mess in your room
It’s a nightmare that never can end for you

Can’t you see
We are not going to play at your games
We are not going to ask you for names
Or for part of your history
Did you know
That your father said it’s all wrong
Just to keep it going along
It’s a part of our mystery.

(written by nazareth)
Copyright 1982 fool circle music limited
All rights reserved.
Lyrics used by permission
Reproduction prohibited

Games (Letra)

Dog Eat Dog

Dog Eat Dog

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

<mc’s voice> awww yeah, party people you lookin’ good out there
Now we got flavor on top of flavor. i’m talkin’ about we got the
Old school flavor & the new school flavor somethin’ new from the
Lb fam i’m the local ? & i want you you & you to get ready & party.
Cheeks drop it on ‘em…

Verse 1
Yo the situations i’m in it seem my life’s out of order
Escape place my tape in the recorder
I sit back spark & listen’ start my reminiscin’
Realize that there’s mad fam’ missin’
I’m holdin’ back the tears
No doubt we lost many peers
Mom dukes held it down many years
Now many chumps came & left
When my pop dukes split
No doubt i had it bad as a kid
But held it down no ? to the school
Meetin’ slugger now everything’s cool
155 niggas kept it live no doubt
Mr. tel is comin’ down to roll out
We s’in (smokin’) out all the time in the yard all nine
Talkin’ ‘bout that car’s mine
Young niggas growin’ up in the city
Enjoyed the streets ‘cause at home things was shitty
My mom’s boyfriend tryin’ to break her down & hurt her
Not yet drinkin’ but still thinkin’ murder
Pro players & weeds under christmas trees
Gramma said there’ll be days like these
Now when my granpops passed away
What can i say?
A nigga flips still to this day
I’m gettin’ high drinkin’ whiskey with the thugs now
I’m on the van with my man sellin’ drugs now
I’m in my zone

Chorus
You see there’s 8 million stories in the spot i’m from
Lb fam never stop ‘til the job gets done
Word to moms pay attention to the slang we say
Hot ass grams but it still be them games we play
<repeat>

Verse 2
In junior high me & lou we dressin’ neater
I’m on the special with taliek master skeeter
At hooky parties gettin’ tipsy with the bangdods
O e newports chicken wings & french fries
Knuckleheads s’in out on the school trips
Not into liquor at the time but took a few sips
I’m gettin’ life on young plan of makin’ g’s
Gettin’ dough from shovelin’ snow & rakin’ leaves
Politicin’ on the van with the old cats
Pushin’ plush cadillacs holdin’ cold gats
I wanna be like you one night i said to mike g.
His reply get yo’ money don’t be like me
I mean it looks hella good but this life is a shame
I hustle to survive in the game
(i know) nothin’ else but hustlin’ & scramblin’
Jailtime, bustin’ & gamblin’
My main chick is on ‘caine now
I mean she ain’t actin’ the same now
I seen mad niggas in the game style
But the key to survival is maintain pal
Yo when i get enough cheese i’m gone
Until then life goes on &on &on &on &on

Chorus

Verse 3
Yo, eighteen years of age gettin’ green on the scene
In front of coliseum vibin’ with the team
Organized the lab different chicks same cab
Skills in the dice nice with the jab
I’m gettin’ money baggin’ honeys in the acres
Officials out to make a queen’s money makers
Ride around in stolen jeeps
Now as i creep through the streets i lost mad peeps
Now as the years ran on i noticed mad bang
Never go against the grain
Now durin’ that time we’s makin’ no cash
Sayin’ that this shit can’t last
Came up with this plot to get mad cheese
Right or wrong we’s official lb’z
Lost a lot of fam’ on the road to success
Rest in peace god bless

Chorus

Knowhatimean
Mr. sexxx queen’s most wanted luv bug starski
A ha a ha. lb fam group home be the click
Knowhatimean

Games (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I could stay here the rest of my life
I could be happy, never be lonely
I don’t need to go looking for misery
I could surround myself with my props
Playing my part, getting caught up
In a game, some game, that anyone can play

I could be proud of things i have done
Pretend i don’t have to try to be someone
I could say that i’ve done it all before
I could get wiser, i could get jaded
I could remember, i could just fade away
In a game that anyone can play

I am so proud, i don’t have to try
Never a need to justify it when
People say "hey i was important too"
Memories go to reinforce
The things i have done, for better or worse
It’s a game that anyone can play

Just when you think that all your answers are so right
You’ll fade away and disappear from sight
The ones who said you’re great will find another way

I could be sad, i could be lonely
I could still have some friends if i only
Didn’t play the games i had to play
I was important when i was cool
Now it gets lonely playing the fool
It’s a game that anyone can play

Games (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I know you’re a gamester
I’m the queen of spades
A ruler of hearts
Clash at the moon
I take my trips right from the start
I’m a sucker for love
Joker running wild
My heart it can break
Ooh it can break
Frail as a child

CHORUS:
Whatever it is, it is
Whatever will be, it’s gonna be
Whoever you are, you are
But those games that you play
Don’t cha play’em with me

You’re a visionary dreamer
Fool in a state, takes of chance
Love is a hazard, ooh such a hazard
When you flirt with romance
It’s like shootin’ the dice
Flip a coin in the air
You running on luck
Odds are against you
You’re not playing fair

Chorus

Stacking a deck, dealing the cards
Watch what you take
Standing on love

Games (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Standing up at the plate
Waiting on my date
I was starin’ to worry
She was a halt-hour late
My team don’t like it
When I delay the game
But they know I’m crowned
The girls on the rebound
Life is like a stadium at night
Crowd cheers jeers
Drama spot lights
The public know us
Maybe they don’t
But now I m gonna show ‘em
What the cameras won’t

Time is running out for you and me
What’s it all about ?

When I was a kid
I went down to the minors
For stealing a base
They gave me a shiner
Sat me on the bench
‘til I learned my lesson
Little older, wiser
And a little less aggressive
At the age of 17
I got back on the team
Like a quarterback sneak

Every kid’s dream
Never far from home
Always in the zone
Home or away
In ballparks and domes

C’mon and play these games today
Who wants to play these games today
I’m gonna play these games today
We gotta play
Play games

Games (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Sadat X]
Yeah yeah, watch us turn it up for y’all
Tight broads watchin
The Guru, the great ‘Dat X, and Big L
Flamboyant for life

[Big L]
Check it, a year ago I did a show for some dough
Puffed a bag of hydro then broke out on the low
And on my way out, it was a female on my trail
who followed me from the stage to the Benz SL
I asked honey her name, she replied, "Monique"
Soft and sweet, from her head to feet, hotter than heat
Jump in the passenger seat, let’s go get somethin to eat
She said I was that Roc-a-Fella she’d been dyin to meet
I tried to hit it first night, she said she wasn’t a freak
Yeah right – it’s all good, so I waited a week
Then one night to my crib she decided to creep
Knocked on a nigga door and woke me outta my sleep
I let her in before you know it we was doin our thang
I drove her home, and said tomorrow give me a ring
It was about a month later when she gave me a call
with some bogus ass story that was off the wall
Claimin she’s pregnant with my child, I think that’s quite foul
How is that? I wore a Lifestyle

Chorus: Big L – [repeat 2X]

Aiyyo fellas, you gotta be careful today
Watch out for games that these females play
Cause some break the rules and some don’t play fair
You might get caught out there if you’re not aware

[Sadat X]
I’m in the breed of the bad guy
Get caught in a mad lie, come in your crib mad high
Think about me with the smile on your face
Think about me with my hand on your waist
and think about me with your hair in your face
Even caught a case fuckin witchu
Had said some ol’ slick shit, that had forced me to hit you
Had you set up livin swell, how you gon’ fuck my man L
like we don’t cross paths in these New York streets?
But that’s good, cause he’s my man and we both shine
and to say we don’t love these hoes is a old line
Honey just save some space in it so you can hold mine
Her whole spine be twisted;
things she did and how she kissed it
I kinda missed it, think back on how we dissed it
Now we two-fisted, she ain’t never resisted
Left it red and blistered, shakin
I could slam it if it wasn’t NO money makin

Chorus: Sadat X (same as Big L) – [repeat 2X]

[Guru]
Word up – games, these girls nowadays they play many
Techniques for gettin your loot, they got plenty
Suck the skin off your dick, just for some ice and shit
In the beginning they’re polite, actin all nice and shit
But honey got plans to be pushin your Land
When she got you – she goes and fucks your man
Understand? You gotta lay down the law
A lot of broads is fraud, they’ll set you up Baby Pah
Some’ll try to get you stuck up, some’ll fake pregnancy
Most are after the dough, and the fame basically
Yo you can’t make a hoe a housewife kid
Pick the wrong chick – could be a lifetime bid
A lot of cats be beefin over these honies
Not me I keep it movin they ain’t getitn jack from me
Mack these freaks for your own enjoyment
And one love to L we gon’ stay Flamboyant

Chorus: Guru (same as Sadat X) – [repeat 2X]

[Guru]
Heh, word up
Yo son you better watch these little fast-ass
little fancy-pants bitches with the thongs
Heh, that’s my word
Yo, rest in peace to my man Big L, uhh
Peace to the God Sadat X
Guru, GangStarr, uhh
Hold it down