Too Much Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

I'm from the old hood, somethin' like your hood 

Where *** don't know good 

Or know Suge, but the *** good 

So we rock it like Tracy McGrady 

Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes 

I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the '80s 

So that mean, me, Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy, all *** babies 

And it's evident my flow is heaven sent 

First LP on the same shelf as the veterans 

I can't be *** like a *** 

I'm to hip hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans 

I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest 

Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed 

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Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me 

All you other *** used to be good like Ken Griffey 

I'm on fire like the tip of a *** 

On fire like a *** that let it drip for a month 

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it bump 

Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk 

I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man 

*** in the trunk man, call me the front man 

Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk 

Too many *** in the world not to *** 

Too much *** in the studio not to roll it up 

And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump 

You look like you mad as *** but who cares? 

Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare 

Don't know how much attention you pay 

You better be ready to die in this game 

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I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef, clown 

My son three now 

And I've been watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' beats now 

Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town 

I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go down 

*** I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo' pounds 

*** this the Wild Wild West, call it a showdown 

And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig 

I come back from the dead, tell 'em *** me again 

Put my head on the ***, dare a **** 

I'm gangsta, took more *** than Tookie 

I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie 

Roll a California *** and keep watchin' the movie 

Inspired by this *** since I was two 

I brought the West Coast back, what the *** you do? 

I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man 

*** in the trunk man, call me the front man 

Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk 

Too many *** in the world not to *** 

Too much *** in the studio not to roll it up 

And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump 

You look like you mad as *** but who cares? 

Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare 

Don't know how much attention you pay 

You better be ready to die in this game 

Drive fast, both hands on the dash 

Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash 

It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out 

Roll the *** windows down, let the bass out 

*** drop the top on whatever in 

*** let your ponytail blow in the wind 

Inhale the *** blow out dollar signs 

*** you could 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 *** under my hood 

So if I die, *** bury me under my hood 

Who had the hottest *** in the game, wearin' they chain? 

Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane 

Long as my family straight, read this at my wake 

I gave 'em 'The Documentary' and they scraped the plate 

Twenty magazine covers, *** look at his fate 

I cannot, will not ever be replaced 

'Coz I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man 

*** in the trunk man, call me the front man 

Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk 

Too many *** in the world not to *** 

Too much *** in the studio not to roll it up 

And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump 

You look like you mad as *** but who cares? 

Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare 

Don't know how much attention you pay 

You better be ready to die in this game 

He wolfin' a lot of *** he look scared 

You can't find your girl, she right here 

I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare 

'Sides there's way too many *** in here