Game Don't Get Old Lyrics - Daddy's Home - Sir Mixalot

Men have died and shot folks for this game 

All to get a rusty bucket of nails at the end of a platinum rainbow 

No, game 

[Chorus] 

Some have died and some just lied with it (game) 

Some have cried and others tried to get it (game) 

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it 

Told ya, game don't never get old (this game won't ever get old) 

I got no kids because of it (because the game) 

And I got no wife because of it (because the game) 

But I got this life because of it 

Told ya, game don't never get old 

[Verse 1] 

East Lessler Way, Apartment D, see thee bad memories 

Used to be the, one with no TV 

Take back my soul, stole by one of these foes like Mack Moes 

Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose 

Got my sky, fly, who that guy? 

Slip 'em my third eye, falsified 

Don't lie, break with a girl, you cry 

If you wants game, slip me some change 

But you must refrain, from saltin my name 

Now your girl's at my door, I told ya bro 

Salt me, I take what's yours, that's the rules though 

The big leagues, how can game go outta style 

Boy you foul, slicin game with a mean ass scowl 

Young stud .. 

[Chorus] 

Some have died and some just lied with it (for the game) 

Some have cried and others tried to get it (for the game) 

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it 

Told ya, game don't ever get old 

I got no kids because of it (kids because of it) 

And I got no wife because of it (wife because of it) 

But I got this life because of it (life because of it) 

Told ya, game don't never get old 

[Verse 2] 

Seattle to Diego, big black El Dorados, my saddle 

So straddle papa and babble until dada raddles 

Let game resume, I assume using my room to boom boom 

If not leave soon, let me retune 

Big saloon, says "oh, oh, I'm so low" 

My old enzo flows, hey two Diablos to go 

But whoa, oh, but wait, oh 

You can't be serious partner 

You used to be scared of girls, now you smell like my imposter 

I seen your chicky poster, fake pose, gun in holster 

Your girl gets to me closer, tryna post up on the clothes-ac 

You toast her, boast her, get you closer, gettin hitched up 

Bitched up, whipped up, lost your strikes when you switched up 

Husband .. 

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs 

I got no kids because of it 

And I got no wife because of it 

But I got this life because of it 

Told ya, game don't never get old 

Some have died and some just lied with it 

Some have cried and others tried to get it 

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it 

Told ya, game don't never get old 

[Verse 3] 

So who's next to go pop face lock on my mack spot 

heads drop when my cuts flop, don't stop please Mix, don't stop 

I saw his game it ain't the same, so don't cry baby 

Just sit by Mixxy, but dimed us cam D 

So I stack my backpack (for the raps), going to Cali (comin back) 

Tricks up my sleeve (look at that), sisters with me (who the mack) 

I rolls with real bosses, cuts my losses in my office 

Hot tosses, gettin steamy in these marinatin sauces 

Now these young kids is in my gravy, hella lazy 

But they paid see, doin things to raise me 

They game's a little hazy, but it's cool 

Pat, pack, rack your stack 

He's back, put check your hat 

And your style at the door black 

[Break] 

I got no kids because of it 

And I got no wife because of it 

But I got this life because of it 

Told ya, game don't never get old 

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs 

Some have died and some just lied with it 

Some have cried and others tried to get it 

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it 

Told ya, game don't never get old 

Some have died and some just lied with it 

Some have cried and others tried to get it 

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it 

Told ya, game don't never get old 

I got no kids because of it 

And I got no wife because of it 

But I got this life because of it 

Told ya, game don't never get old 

[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking] 

Yeah don't grab the game bull by the horns 

Cause these horns hit balls, you know what I'm sayin? 

Tears roll down your cheek and freeze 

Before they reach concrete 

Game's up, feelings gone 

You graduate to stone 

[Break] 

Some have died and some just lied with it 

Some have cried and others tried to get it 

Men have lied and lost their pride to get it 

Told ya ..