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Album Name : Doctor's Advocate
Release Date : 2006-11-14
Song Duration : 4:11

Game Too Much
I'm from the old hood, something like your hood
Where niggas don't know good or know Sug
But the blow good, so we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a grey Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's
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 f..cked like a lesbian
I'm the hip hop, and cartoon is the mexicans (?)
I'm a 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
I'm the ice cream truck man
Guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man
Call me the front man

(The Game)
Too much Cris in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to f..ck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk
So let it bump
(Nate Dogg)
You look like you mad as f..ck, but who cares
Grabbing her by the arm, cause she stare
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this game

I thought I told you I'm done with the beef clown
My son three now
And I been watchin Dre so long I'm makin beats now
Came on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-town, f..ck it, it can go down
Nigga, I spit the whole round like four plus four pounds
This the wild wild west, call it a showdown
I'm Billy the Kid till they split my wig
I come back from the dead tell 'em to kill me again
Put my head on the barrel dare a nigga to shoot me
I'm gansta, took more shots than Tooky (?)
I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tooly (?)
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin a movie
Inspired by this gang banger shit since I was two
I brought the West Coast back, what the f..ck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man
Guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man
Call me the front man

Drive fast, both hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash
This is lyrical homicide, both airbags out
Roll the f..ckin windows down, let the bass out
Niggas, drop the top for 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 the chain
Mr H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane
Long as my family straight
Read this at my wake
I gave them The Documentary and they scraped the plate
20 magazine covers, nigga, look at his face
I can not, will not, ever be replaced
'Cause I'm the ice cream truck man
Guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man
Call me the front man

(Nate Dogg)
He wolfin a lot a shit, he looks scared
You can't find your girl, she right here
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare
Besides there's way too many ho's in here

Song Meanings for Too Much


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