[*GLC talking*]
You know what I'm sayin'? He came in
He made music sound different, you know?
Makin', uh, good beats and shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
He was doin' shit motherfuckers wasn't doin'
Makin soul shit, I grew up on soul
I was eatin' celery and soul food at a young age
You know what I'm sayin'? Collard greens and all that shit
So I can really appreciate what Kanye West do
He done made shit I can step to
I'm a old motherfucker that like to step
This nigga make beats I can step to
So I like that shit

[Kanye West]
Yo I'm really thinkin' about gettin' out the game dog
Look, there's only one girl on my agenda
(You talkin' 'bout Brenda?)
Nah I'm talkin' 'bout Linda from last September
And Linda love lace like Linda Lovelace
La Face says she like Mace but she love Face
And I know that Linda was a hip hop head
And I know that Linda gave hip hop head
But I feel I could convert her
Cuz I ain't here to hurt her man
And she was messin' with me when I was still at Burger King
She ain't hop in my bed cuz of the whips and cream
Cuz when I had her in bed I had whipped cream
Shakespearean "Midsummer Night Dream"
I unzip things and pull out big things
They was flashin' gr-green, she was like ch-ching, got 'em
But she know a real nigga when she spot 'em
So now she pickin dresses from Vera Wang
Scratchin' out her maiden and here's my name
Now I'm sittin' at the bar with all my guys
They sayin' "Cheers to you for your future years of pain"
Like "Dog, you ready to give all this shit up?"
The summer's on its way and these hos doin' sit ups
And when they see the way the G5 lights lit up
You gonna wanna have two like John Ritter
But naww, I bought her a brand new BM
He said "Dog, slow down like Brand Nubian now"

I just feel the need to purge my soul from the word "go"
Couldn't watch another nigga get burnt slow
She said her man was busy, always bored her with work load
Never takes her out and falls asleep in his work clothes
She needs some excitement, which leads to this indictment
Believe what you like kid, according to her
When we recorded with her, Linda changed her name to Nicky
Sang along to Darla Nicky, co-star of my quickie
That foot is so pretty, but I'm sure you recognize
That broad, those titties, those are her titties
So large so pretty, but not to rub it in
But them white Russians did make her lonely like the wind
So the over right that's in, on the over night depends
If you take heed the game, and please keep ya name, word

[Kanye West]
Cuz she's just a playa playa
That's playin games wit me

[John Legend]
I can't see myself getting out the game, no time soon
Ooooh, as I continue as I, Ooooh, as I continue as I
Oooh, Oooh
Can't see myself getting out the game, no time soon
Ooooh, as I continue as I, Ooooh, as I continue as I
Oooh, Oooh

Lyrics submitted by Geno55

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