Clipboard Full Of Game Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

Clipboard full of game 

Go ahead Romeo do your thing. 

Early one morning with a freaky ho* tapped on her shoulder said lets go 

She turned around and said oh no 

Imma start bloating like benicio 

Early one morning with a freaky dame 

A different broad but its all the same 

She said she know how to f*ck and I'm to blame 

Woulda said something back but forgot her name 

Games gonn come and get you 

Bring the camera with you 

The photographer with the nudey pictures 

A little old trick from my boy pat rich 

She said I ain't no groupie ho* 

I said see E. Already knows 

Girls want to try and act straight and square 

But super freaks in their underwear 

Walken just like Christopher 

Tossin to get rid of her 

Smoov is the way I act 

And like Jackpot I'm a play boy Mack 

Back to the first night it was Hennessy 

On the second it was just you and me 

The third my vision was blurred 

I don't recall understanding a word 

Panties hanging from the light fixture 

She stare all day at my yearbook picture 

Whispers right off my shoulder 

My spit gets raw as my age gets older 

Flousey is what you are 

Doobie smoke broke out my car 

Spit this game like a moccasin 

Get this broad then floss again 

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 byplatinum charm 

Eli sais "leg pot like a muel" as in doing the leg work and the capacity of a muel. not " i pop like a muel" that is ficticious See all 

Early one morning with a freaky ho* she turned around and said oh no 

I need to get to Sebastopol 

Early one morning with a freaky dame 

A different broad but its all the same 

She said she know how to f*ck and I'm to blame 

Woulda said something back but forgot her name 

E's gonn smoke heavily breathe deep till your lungs bleed 

Ooh I don't run in the game 

But gangsta when I do my thang 

Change like a dollar bill 

Strange tell you how to feel 

Tame but it's so real 

Keep my ho*s rotating like a steering wheel 

It's like crazy when you look at me 

It's like baby who you trying to be 

Lazy when you hit the weed 

It's a whole nother story when you're hanging with E. 

Keep her brain on spin like a ceiling fan 

Keep my donkey swole it's supply in demand 

Gotta be the man get to spittin 

Try another broad out, don't know what you're missin 

Got a whole notebook full of game, game 

Got a roladex full of b*tches, b*tches 

Got a big black book full of names, names 

If I showed it to you you'd think its vicious, vicious 

Got a whole clipboard full of game 

And a big black book where you can write your name 

They all the same but know what I'm about 

And ready for whatever E dish out 

Some ho*s think we made from mud 

But I know its muscle and blood 

Grab your piece like nick and pack it quick 

Got a call from my b*tch gotta give 

I'm the big jimmy D. sausage King 

Like frank white so much heat to bring 

I want a bad b*tch with no limitations 

I'm a big bad wolf when it comes to relations 

Mouthpiece like this you know I score 

"Sixteen tons" like Ernie Ford 

I pop like a mule, hit like a bat 

Nothing like listening to that gangsta rap 

I flow so smooth call me water vore 

She f*ck so good see I taught her boy 

It only took a few lines for me to bag it 

I bet you didn't know I'm a p*ssy addict 

It's a good thing I got groupies to catch 

That'll make p*ssy gum or p*ssy patch 

Don't get attached if you're feeling lucky 

I still can't f*ck without my rubber ducky