In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
(Girls voice) "Man I wish I could find me a brother with some game"
To the rescue!
Here's a little somethin' for you whacked out suckers
Rollin' twenty-third, sellin' dope to cluckers
Your bank is thick, but you got no game
Spittin' at freaks runnin' superfly slang
I'm pullin' up the ave' hard as hell
In a droptop 'vette with a greenwood tail
Girls are jockin', lookin' for a knockin'
Smart investments, keep me clockin'
You know a 'vette only got two seats
Just enough room for a player and a freak
Rollin' in the park, 'n I seen this cutey
L.A. face, with a Oakland booty
She's on tip, but I'm playin' that role
Talkin' to the home boys, showin' my gold
Skeez on bell, levi smell
I'm spittin' that game, and I'm spittin' it well
Rolled up, pulled up on the girly
"Girl you want to ride in my 'vette?"
"Why surely!"
That's right baby, blowin' me a kiss
Thinkin' Mixalot gonna make you rich
Highside, highside, vapors that's right
Can't get play 'cause my games so tight
Now she's wit' it, skirts in effect
Layin' on the back-a my 'vette
I got game, I got game, You know I got game, I got game
POP THAT GAME
Bye-bye baby, Mix gotta roll
Switch to the Benz and I gotta get mo'
Hit the strip, seen this skinny
Butt shook like a four twenty-six hemi
Not just butt, baby hadda motor
Stacked to the max, hair to the shoulders
She's older but I can mold 'er
Dropped that game and it hit like boulders
Now she's sprung, sittin' in my Benz
Rollin' up the tent so you can't see in
Playin' that old Luther stuff
"You want to get with me, this ain't wild enough"
That's a cue, sorry Luther
Brother you can sing, but I just can't use ya
Thought she was cool, but the girl likes beat
Freak freak freak freak, baby want to freak
Def 'n dope, "You slangin'" Nope.
Callin' me a dealer 'cause I sport fat rope
Step hoppin' that game, knowin' I can get it
"Take me to the Lakers Mix, so we can get wit' it"
Oh no, time for the ramble, bring a jimmy hat
'Cause I hate to gamble
Huffed 'n puffed 'n I just got in
Messin' up the backa my Benz
I got game girl - I got game
Two down, two to go.
Can't live a night right if I don't knock four
I'm in a big five hundred S E L
Interior hot, with a perfume smell
Took it on home, hit the shower
'Bout to get busy in one more hour
Ducks look, but they never will find me
Hopped in my number two Benz, one ninety
Here a skirt, there a skirt
Everywhere a skirt, skirt
Gotta have game, if you want to get work
"Ah, you ain't nothin'"
Some suckers want to crush me
Smooth, wit' a move, baby girl. Rush me.
Here it is, from the wizard of hip-hop
A lesson in game, make the girls get hot
Picked up a girl named Mattie
Caught static from the sucker in a seven two caddy
Mattie was hot, but her name was "not"
I ain't worried 'bout that, I ain't tyin no knot
Took her to the hotel, game went strong
She thought I spent bank, but I really spent coupons
But it's cool, 'cause my rhyme went smooth
Savin' my money, 'cause my mouth is a tool
Rolled up close, when I hit the spit
I ain't worried 'bout my breath, 'cause I brush my teeth
Popped that game, freak got weak
Hit that jackpot, slapped them feet
Mattie got busy with the bedroom eyes
Layin' on the big king-sized
I got game - I got game, girl - I got game - I got game
Yeah that's right home cut, I got G A M E, snatchin' up girlies
an' rollin' up suckers, know whatta I mean.
Through with Mattie that makes three
"I'm gonna miss you babe, you gonna miss me?"
Got loose 'cause the girl hadda big caboose
Hadda break down 'cause the girl had juice
"I'm gonna miss you baby"
Smooth ain't it? Girls so sprung that she almost fainted
Headin' for the crib, tired brother
When I spotted me another. Baby looks good
So you know what the means
Drive around the block when the gangsta leave
Open that sun roof, crank that beat
Bumpin' up the avenue, impressin' them freaks
What's up baby? Grow so big, the girls all tip like funk 'ol pigs
Runnin that game, 'cause I want to get work
Sit don't rip rap home girl shirt
Here she comes, hopped in my car
Somethin' 'bout my Benz goes far in bars
Spit, spit, runnin' that game
I'm feelin' confident about another thick dame
All of a sudden, my game got crushed
Some sucker pulled up and his ride was plush
Rolled up smooth, the girls was waitin'
5 point Oh, twenty four K Daytons
Oh-oh, think quick 'cause my girls jumpin' on home boys tip
Better change my game, try another lure
'cause home boys lookin' like Al B. Sure
But it's cool, 'cause I whipped out bank
Big dead presidents made her think
Back in effect, situation in hand
I'm the brother that the others can't stand
An' I got game, I got game, you know I got game
To the rescue!
Here's a little somethin' for you whacked out suckers
Rollin' twenty-third, sellin' dope to cluckers
Your bank is thick, but you got no game
Spittin' at freaks runnin' superfly slang
I'm pullin' up the ave' hard as hell
In a droptop 'vette with a greenwood tail
Girls are jockin', lookin' for a knockin'
Smart investments, keep me clockin'
You know a 'vette only got two seats
Just enough room for a player and a freak
Rollin' in the park, 'n I seen this cutey
L.A. face, with a Oakland booty
She's on tip, but I'm playin' that role
Talkin' to the home boys, showin' my gold
Skeez on bell, levi smell
I'm spittin' that game, and I'm spittin' it well
Rolled up, pulled up on the girly
"Girl you want to ride in my 'vette?"
"Why surely!"
That's right baby, blowin' me a kiss
Thinkin' Mixalot gonna make you rich
Highside, highside, vapors that's right
Can't get play 'cause my games so tight
Now she's wit' it, skirts in effect
Layin' on the back-a my 'vette
I got game, I got game, You know I got game, I got game
POP THAT GAME
Bye-bye baby, Mix gotta roll
Switch to the Benz and I gotta get mo'
Hit the strip, seen this skinny
Butt shook like a four twenty-six hemi
Not just butt, baby hadda motor
Stacked to the max, hair to the shoulders
She's older but I can mold 'er
Dropped that game and it hit like boulders
Now she's sprung, sittin' in my Benz
Rollin' up the tent so you can't see in
Playin' that old Luther stuff
"You want to get with me, this ain't wild enough"
That's a cue, sorry Luther
Brother you can sing, but I just can't use ya
Thought she was cool, but the girl likes beat
Freak freak freak freak, baby want to freak
Def 'n dope, "You slangin'" Nope.
Callin' me a dealer 'cause I sport fat rope
Step hoppin' that game, knowin' I can get it
"Take me to the Lakers Mix, so we can get wit' it"
Oh no, time for the ramble, bring a jimmy hat
'Cause I hate to gamble
Huffed 'n puffed 'n I just got in
Messin' up the backa my Benz
I got game girl - I got game
Two down, two to go.
Can't live a night right if I don't knock four
I'm in a big five hundred S E L
Interior hot, with a perfume smell
Took it on home, hit the shower
'Bout to get busy in one more hour
Ducks look, but they never will find me
Hopped in my number two Benz, one ninety
Here a skirt, there a skirt
Everywhere a skirt, skirt
Gotta have game, if you want to get work
"Ah, you ain't nothin'"
Some suckers want to crush me
Smooth, wit' a move, baby girl. Rush me.
Here it is, from the wizard of hip-hop
A lesson in game, make the girls get hot
Picked up a girl named Mattie
Caught static from the sucker in a seven two caddy
Mattie was hot, but her name was "not"
I ain't worried 'bout that, I ain't tyin no knot
Took her to the hotel, game went strong
She thought I spent bank, but I really spent coupons
But it's cool, 'cause my rhyme went smooth
Savin' my money, 'cause my mouth is a tool
Rolled up close, when I hit the spit
I ain't worried 'bout my breath, 'cause I brush my teeth
Popped that game, freak got weak
Hit that jackpot, slapped them feet
Mattie got busy with the bedroom eyes
Layin' on the big king-sized
I got game - I got game, girl - I got game - I got game
Yeah that's right home cut, I got G A M E, snatchin' up girlies
an' rollin' up suckers, know whatta I mean.
Through with Mattie that makes three
"I'm gonna miss you babe, you gonna miss me?"
Got loose 'cause the girl hadda big caboose
Hadda break down 'cause the girl had juice
"I'm gonna miss you baby"
Smooth ain't it? Girls so sprung that she almost fainted
Headin' for the crib, tired brother
When I spotted me another. Baby looks good
So you know what the means
Drive around the block when the gangsta leave
Open that sun roof, crank that beat
Bumpin' up the avenue, impressin' them freaks
What's up baby? Grow so big, the girls all tip like funk 'ol pigs
Runnin that game, 'cause I want to get work
Sit don't rip rap home girl shirt
Here she comes, hopped in my car
Somethin' 'bout my Benz goes far in bars
Spit, spit, runnin' that game
I'm feelin' confident about another thick dame
All of a sudden, my game got crushed
Some sucker pulled up and his ride was plush
Rolled up smooth, the girls was waitin'
5 point Oh, twenty four K Daytons
Oh-oh, think quick 'cause my girls jumpin' on home boys tip
Better change my game, try another lure
'cause home boys lookin' like Al B. Sure
But it's cool, 'cause I whipped out bank
Big dead presidents made her think
Back in effect, situation in hand
I'm the brother that the others can't stand
An' I got game, I got game, you know I got game
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I Got Game Lyrics as written by Rick James Anthony Ray
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