"Or Nah (German Version)" lyrics - THE GAME
[Intro: Too $hort]
Don't fight the feelin'
That's right, don't fight the feelin'
[Interlude: Game]
Say, my life is like a movie, nigga, fuckin' every day
Fuckin' every day, nigga, fuckin' every day
Say, my life is like a movie, nigga, fuckin' every day
Missionary, doggy style, nigga, fuckin' every way, go
I'm not the nigga you thought that
That trickin', we off that, I hit that, no callback
She ratchet, I like it, I hold it, she bite it
She lick it and suck it, I fuck it, he wife it
No feelings for a ho that ain't my main thing
My niggas on the same thing, all my niggas gang bang
Bitches do choke, this is my boo
Two C's on that bag but she throw a Piru
And we off that Ciroc, she don't mind if I do
Her girlfriend a thot, tell her hop in my coupe
Tell her hop in my bed, tell her hop off my roof
My baby-mama trippin' and that bitch can shoot but
[Hook: Game]
You gon' let me hit or nah?
("Can I get the dick or nah?")
You gon' let me watch you strip or nah?
("Can a bitch get a fit or nah?")
[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]
Girl, once you get it, you got it forever
Oh, nah, so let me hit it
Girl, once you get it, you got it forever
Oh, girl, so let me hit it
[Verse 2: Eric Bellinger]
If you let a nigga come through
I'm give it to you better than you ever had it
Girl, I promise, I'm a be the only thing you want to do
Makin' you forgot about your niggas automatic, you already know
I can fuck you better, can we live together?
[Verse 3: Problem]
Bitch a problem, bitch, you better follow me
I give you this dick, you hit the lottery
I know all the stars, astrology
Last deposit fucked up the whole economy
Get that, spent twenty-ten, bitch-nigga
Kush, piff in it, every white string infinite
You different, last night, niggas picturin'
Seven times, had a black chick tryin' white shit
Federline, I'm the future, real beef, I'll shoot you
Walk-walk, no talk-talk, no sub and no woofers
It's on, tell by my tone
Real nigga call, better answer your phone
[Hook + Bridge]
[Verse 4: Kollegah]
So viele Nieten im Biz machen auf Gees in dem Biz
Es ist wie ihr Ruckgrat - viel Wirbel um Nichts
Und viele deutsche Rapper glauben, dass sie flowen
Wo sind alle hin, tz, ich glaube, dass sie flohen
Ich komm mit Haufen von Kanonen und tausenden Patronen
Plus paar skrupelloser Gangster aus der Kaukasus-Region
Bedroh' dich mit Winchesters
Mein Waffenfetisch ist nicht mehr in den
Griff zu kriegen wie ein verbogenes Springmesser
Ich baller' Rapper ab, knall' dann deren Sluts
Naja, was man halt alles als Gewaltverbrecher macht
Doch hab' ich den Alltagsstress mal satt
Besuch' ich dich auf Intensivstation und schalte etwas ab
Du hast Liebeskummer, Kid, ich schiebe Nummern mit
Deinem Girl, geb' ihr den Cock, wo sie nie genug von kriegt
Roll' im Beamer rum und blick' beim Online-Banking nie
Welche Zahl da Kontostand und welche IBAN-Nummer ist
[Bridge]
[Outro: Too $hort]
Don't fight it baby
Don't fight the feelin'
You know a nigga tryna fuck
I like that bitch, teah, baby
Your pussy wet? Take them panties off
Don't fight it, let a nigga hit that shit
You like to fuck, all these bitches love fuckin'
