The Game Is Cold

[Verse 1: B-Legit] It's me and Coleone at the pound on perk Wanna hit the stripper spot, maybe knock us some work It's been a minute, I'm in it still down to ride 98 Nav' with the screens inside Hoes wanna roll, bitches know we go big A car full of dope, nigga sittin' on six Big like a gat, so now my mack stay low With no DL so I bails from fifth-0 I'm hittin' corners, blocks, driveways and alleys Whitewall's and Rally's dippin' up and down Cali Might hit the spot, and wanna get down tough A bag full of kush and a sack of the duff You had enough? You know the staff was down to hurt her The bitch was a groupie hoe, just fucked C-Murder And I'm a motherfucker dick that's Platinum and Gold It ain't my fault, that's what I was taught, the game is cold [Chorus] ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Guess who's back in the motherfuckin' house With a fat sack and a dick for your mouth Nigga comin' back with hoes, money and clout And tryin' to show y'all what this shit is really about Now, I can kick it with B or light up the heat Or holler at P, turn up the beat Bangin' the fo', the low-low that is Or slang dodo or coco, fo' sho' that is But I ain't even trippin' no more I'm like the Six Million Dollar Man, nigga in slow-mo Go bro, take this shit as far as ya ever been Shit I'm tryin' to go places, ain't no nigga never been But then, niggas steady tryin' to twist me In the pen I got the whole Crip card with me Come get me, y'all niggas know where I'm at Ain't No Limit to this shit, just know that Nigga know that, we show that [Chorus] ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game is cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") [Verse 3: B-Legit] Up early in the mornin', dressed in black I'm to the dope track to get the dope sack Blowin', it's Mr. Bill Clinton of Vallejo, California With no warnin' shots, just thought I'd warn ya I used to campaign, sold D in the rain Came Mother's Day, gave chickens away Now where I stay, in the Yay, be on the under Shit be like a jungle, sometimes it make we wonder By the summer, fuck a Hummer, I ball a 'Burban If niggas don't get it together, it's curtains I'm certain, we all hurtin', all want a piece But if you fiddle with mine I turn savage beast Leave you creased nigga, like you stole somethin' People tell me "Legit, you's a cold somethin" Fuck fightin' and frontin', and bustin' over nothin' That's how they fold, the game be cold [Chorus] ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game be cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game be cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game be cold ("I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat") The game be cold