Turn the fuckin beat on
Ha yeah, we back SB
I had to switch back to Dom Perignon in rap baby
Cock-and-run to stay in the business
Son of a bitch Double R
Look at me now motherf
Two-thousand-and-one, "Kiss the Game Goodbye" let's get it on

It's the J-A-D-A
I got beef with the feds and the D-A
I got footage of the game, press replay
I got bitches in the club all over me
Ma take it ea-sy
And y'all scared I can tell
That I'mma get Bucks like Milwaukee, cause like Sam, I ca' sell
I'm that nigga y'all know that
Bang you in tha yard then slide
Off on the early go back
In the streets I flash the cannon like Kodak
And I spray threes, so say cheese
I already told you I'm lookin for enemies
Double R, so of course it's better
I love cornrows and Farrah Fawcett feathers
It's a message in a glass bottle
Read the letter
Money in the bank, membership, Visa sweaters
And we ride or d-i-e together

Uh uh, come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that, put ya hands down

Come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Uh uh, come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that, put ya hands down

Come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Y'all know I got the master flow
Fast or slow
You wanna know who the best is? Ask ya ho
The honeys don't lie they love it
And they cop for real, trust me dog
The thugs will dub it
'Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit
Therefore nobody ever gon' spit like I spit
Get money just to walk through, off the books
So when you mention my name
Shit is off the hook
Shirts is off, titties is out
And you know if I'm there
Hardest niggas in the city is out
I'm in the club, ice over the thermal
Waitin' for you to try me
When the lights get low I'mma burn you
Start with straight shots
And then pop bottles
Flirt with the hood rats, then pop models
You gotta slay two or more, ma
Is our motto
And y'all might get down with the team if y'all swallow

Uh uh, come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that, put ya hands down

Come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Uh uh, come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that, put ya hands down

Come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

(Muahh) Kiss the game goodbye
The game is mine
You thought wrong? Change ya mind
I'm the nigga that'll pop the king
And scoop the queen
And take over the town with a ruthless team
New S Type wagon, future green
Gun heavy, pants saggin, I'm used to cream
Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash?
Never did a day and got the jails on smash
K-i double I move the perico quick
And just let the manteca bubble
'Kiss been a boss, y'all just start workin
Now put ya hands up 'til ya'll arms start hurtin
And don't put 'em down 'til I tell you
Whoever wanna be hard headed'll find out what the shells do
Now you can put 'em down if you want
But soon as the hook come back put 'em up

Uh uh, come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that, put ya hands down

Come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Uh uh, come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that, put ya hands down

Come on, put ya hands up
Nah, fuck that put ya hands down

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Deke Richards, Dennis Lussier, Jason T Phillips, Shandel Green, Wayne G. Brown