Too Much

[Verse 1: The Game]

I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood

Where niggas don't know good or know Suge, but the blow good

So we rock it like Tracy McGrady

Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes

I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80s

So that mean, me, Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies

And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent

First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans

Nigga I can't be fucked, like a lesbian

I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans

I'm an artist, never claimed to be the hardest

Just number one since B.I.G. and Pac departed

Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me

All you other niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey

I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt

On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month

I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump

Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk

[Pre-Chorus: The Game]

I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man

Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man

[Chorus: The Game & Nate Dogg]

Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk

Too many bitches in the world not to fuck

Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up

And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump

You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?

Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared

Don't know how much attention you pay

You better be ready to die, in this game

[Verse 2: The Game]

I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef, clown

My son three now

And I've been watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' beats now

Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town

I mean Chi-Town, fuck it, it can go down

Nigga I'll spit the whole round, fo' plus fo' pounds

Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown

And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig

I come back from the dead, tell 'em kill me again

Put my head on a barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me

I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie

I'm alive so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie

Roll a California blunt and keep watchin' a movie

Inspired by this gangbangin' shit since I was two

I brought the West Coast back, what the fuck you do?

[Pre-Chorus: The Game]

I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man

Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man

[Chorus: The Game & Nate Dogg]

Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk

Too many bitches in the world not to fuck

Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up

And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump

You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?

Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared

Don't know how much attention you pay

You better be ready to die, in this game

[Verse 3: The Game]

Drive fast, both hands on the dash

Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash

It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out

Roll the fuckin' windows down, let the bass out

Niggas, drop the top on whatever you in

Bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind

Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs

Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind

Four doors, leather and wood

Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood

And I keep a chrome .4-5 under my hood

So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood

Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin' they chain

Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane

Long as my family straight, read this at my wake

I gave 'em The Documentary and they scraped the plate

Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face

I cannot, will not ever be replaced

[Pre-Chorus: The Game]

Cause I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man

Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man

[Chorus: The Game & Nate Dogg]

Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk

Too many bitches in the world not to fuck

Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up

And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump

You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?

Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared

Don't know how much attention you pay

You better be ready to die, in this game

[Outro: Nate Dogg]

He wolfin' a lot of shit, he look scared

You can't find your girl, she right here

I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare

'Sides there's way too many hoes in here