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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

It feels good to fall
Will you take my hand and jump with me
The airl feels good on the way down
The look in your eyes
Please take me away

I’ve got to get out of this game

I wish I knew you better
This wouldn’t have happend
I wish you knew me better
This shouldn’t have happened

Can you see that I’m scared
The place we dreaded
Well we’re finally here
The air felt good on the way down
The tears in your eyes
God Take them away

I’ve Got to get out of this Game

I wish I knew you better
This wouldn’t have happened
I wish you knew me better
This shouldn’t have happened

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Game (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Intro

*guy toking and coughing up*
[$hort] freddy b!
[fred b] wuz up $hort?
[$hort] ai, y’know they been waitin on this ol’ school game
Let’s bring that game back!
[fred b] like game one thru five?
[$hort] yeah nigga, just like we use to do it!
[fred b] well check this out

Game! is the shit
Like what? a rat-haired bitch

Verse 1: old school freddy b

I was sittin at my home, all alone
Thinkin ‘bout bitches i use to bone
Tight young bitches, i can’t deny
Rat-haired bitches, i can’t lie
The bitch had body is all i know
Only 18 but looked twenty-fo’
Her name was bitch, class of ’92
Skyline high and the shit was cool
Took her to my house, moms was gone
Turned off the light, unplugged the phone
The bitch said "fred, i hearda you
Anything you want, i will do"
I dropped my drawers, dick all swoll
She couldn’t believe the position was pole
In and out, out and in
I used the bitch like a atm
G’d the bitch like the one and only
Bust two nuts and called her phony
She couldn’t believe what i said
The next thing you know she was on my head
Suckin the dick like it’s suppose to be done
Rat-haired bitch make me cum
Freddy b that’s the name
Rat-haired bitches, i got game

[$hort] cos game
[fred b] that’s the shit
[$hort] like what? (like what?)
[fred b] a nasty bitch

Verse 2: short dawg

I like to fuck a nasty bitch
Witta big fat ass and shit
First lay, dick gettin sucked
Bitch don’t give a fuck
Cos real players run that game
When i fuck that bitch she won’t be the same
Cos when short dawg run up in it
Fuck a bitch for about 30 minutes
Real player-like, straight to the point
Bust a nut while i’m smokin a joint
Stop fuckin, still smokin
Lay my dick on her lips, say "open!"
Ain’t nuttin like a nasty bitch
Acting all fast and shit
Bitch just love to flirt
When i see her at the club, i’ll be puttin in work
Feelin on her ass at the bar
Let’s get a room, girl it ain’t too far
On the way, y’know what happened?
She sucked my dick while i was rappin
I just couldn’t resist
I couldn’t hold back, i said "beeyatch!"

[fred b] game!
[$hort] all i do is stack
[fred b] like what?
[$hort] a motherfuckin mack!

Verse 3: old school freddy b

My copue deville is all white
Yes bitch, it’s hella tight
Crush blue velvet, gameless game
White on white wit tha gold thangs
Bounce tp the spot, check my crap
Wash, wax, straight on fat
The bass on heat everytime i ride
A long haired bitch on the passenger side
Mackin on the cellular phone
I can’t be stopped, 50 g’s strong
Fred benz, freddy b
Oaktown, a bitch don’t sleep
A motherfuckin mack that’s what i am
Taxin a bitch like uncle sam
She pays the tax, fred benz’ the pimp
16 g’s put the bitch in
No ordinary game, just give it and take
East oakland can’t be fake
I slapped the bitch, the money was short
Macked on the bitch and now she knows
Fred benz baby, the game is fat
Ask these bitches, i’m a mack

[$hort] game!
[fred b] is like ridin vogues
[$hort] like what?
[fred b] breakin hos

Verse 4: short dawg

Breakin hos day and night
They call me shorty the pimp, my game is tight
I never do give hos slack
I’m like fred benz, i’ma mack
So bitch break yourself
I’m an oaktown nigga, i’ll take your wealth
Cos that’s what i was raised to do
Break these bitches, get payed fool
Y’know short dawg ain’t afraid and hurt
Any bitch i get, you can’t take her
Cos the game is fool-proof
Bet’cha momma say i’m tellin ya true
So won’t you pay the man
Hundred dollar bills all in my hand
While i break you bitches
Tell a story ‘bout ridin with bitches
‘bout these pimp ass niggas from the o
We know just what to do with a ho
Take her where the tricks get laid
Where the hos get paid
You need a pimp, bitch give me a call
I drop the top in my el dawg

[$hort] cos game
[fred b] it’s the shit
[$hort] like what?
[fred b] like a bitch

Outro

[fred b] ai, short dawg?
[$hort] wuz up fred?
[fred b] i ain’t smokin no more dank wit no more bitches
[$hort] hell naw nigga
Bitch wanna smoke a 20 sack, sge got to spend 20
Knowhuti’msayin?
[fred b] if the bitch wanna 50, what she gotta do $hort?
[$hort] she gotta do me, you and the whole crew, he hah
[fred b] and my nigga po too!
[$hort] hey, y’know what? freddy b…..
[fred b] what’s that baby?
[$hort] and too $hort. we go way back man!
1981, freemont high school
We the two niggas who invented the word ‘beeyatch!’
[fred b] beeyatch!
[$hort] hey wait wait wait. beeyatch!

Game (Letra)

Kurupt

Kurupt

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Game, street lessons, game, game
Chapter one, alright go, yeah yeah, yo yo yo
Haha, one two, this is what is up, nigga (freeze)
Only the survivors survive in the world of survival
Where your rivals always wanna make it seem
Like they’re gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots
You know exactly what it is (you know!)
You know exactly how it’s gonna be (ha) haha (you’ll never catch me fool)
What, five lessons, five chapters, i’ma start

How you gonna make a couple dollars
When you roam in zones filled with cowards
Ain’t no way to make no real cash nigga
Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga (motherfucker)
I can tell, fool, you’ll never get paid
‘cause niggaz like you ain’t got no real game
With all them niggaz that you got by your side
You learned by yourself that the only way to ride
I’ma put you up on (game)
This whole world revolves around (game)
Pure indeed game, and let it obtain
I roll with my girl and weeds
All oversees with loot like i’m flipping keys
I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip
Come through with the auto’s, cock, flip and shit (hell no)
But i knew from the giddy-up, like est
And got rid off my fo’-fifty and my g.s.3
I got…

Chorus (2x):
(game) this whole world revolves around
(game) pure indeed game, and let it obtain
Once you realize you’ll never live without (game)
Get paid without, no moves made without (game)

It’s the force, the call of the holocaust
Go against the source, end up lost
The portrait of a wild puma
Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing
Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts
Puncture like needles, i always take care of my peoples
Verbals vital, no rivals, there’s no equals, no sequels
With no one to help us
I’ll leave you crying for help and helpless and healthless, wealthless
Oversellers envious and jealous
Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles
I saw a view through the eyes
Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise
Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks
Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs
When the pump gets to pumping,
Niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs
Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon
Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds
Fuck ‘em with veterans, with game…

Chorus (2x)

One time, on time
Give it to me all, ‘cause i want it all
Give it to me all, ‘cause i love to brawl
Give it to me all, ‘cause i want it all
One time, yeah i love to brawl
One time (give it up), one time (give it up)
Check it out

It’s hard to sustain and maintain through life
With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes
The homie big lou got a fo’ on deez
That’s the word, came up from flipping birds
Words travel like black talents
The homie’s loud at silence, real g’s move in silence
How you gonna make it to the next stage
If one second you’re broke, the next minute paid
Now you got the police planning
Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons
If it was me, i’d move silently
Prepare warfare, react violently
Lou is too flashy, new clothes
(???) with hoes, and got penetrated
He had too many hoes knowing where he resides
Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game
Shh…

Know what?

Chorus (3x)