When I was fifteen years old
Straight dope game I was told
I went from selling pennies of the riders dank-ah (riders dank-ah)
Timin’ ass, think of slangin’ crank (think of slangin’ griqua)
Situation critical: phone home, phone home
Talkin’ on my digital: call phone
Ya seen a boatload of situations for dangleations
Invalid ghetto pass, late ass registrations
Boy, I tell you shit is pitiful, damn!
Vocally repentable, dead right!
I try to stay away from artificial (artificial)
Plastic ass (plastic ass), pleather motherfuckin’ individuals
(Fuckah!!)
[Hook: Coolio & E-40]
Exercise yo’ game, mane
‘Cause things is changin’ and rearrangin’
Exercise yo’ game, mane
Just use yo’ brain, mane, don’t run the same game
Exercise yo’ game, mane
Fertilize yo’ grass, playa, get that cash
Exercise yo’ game, mane
But you gotta make it last!
[Verse 2: Coolio]
One lone loco rides away
Into the sunset, but I ain’t done yet
Respect yourself and wear your vest
Keep your guard up, ’cause fools be hard up
When you hittin’ dips, better check yo’ clips and
Watch the police, and the Bloods, and the Crips
Any way you choose, got to pay your dues
Keep one in the chamber ’cause the shoes always loose
Rubber wheels beat rubber heels any day
Put the green in your jeans and get the holes out ya halo
Or you can stay broke, while your homies is rollin’ smokes
And sippin’ yak, and smokin’ dank, and tellin’ jokes, haha
Pa-pap, pa-pap *gunshot sound accompanies*, fool, you can have that
I worked too hard for mine, to let you take a dime
No pain, no gain, no pocket change
Prepare yourself for battle, exercise yo’ game
[Hook: Coolio & E-40]
Exercise yo’ game, mane
Make your money grow, don’t you be no ho, low
Exercise yo’ game, mane
Keep your works on tight to make yo’ stash stay right and
Exercise yo’ game, mane
Fertilize your grass, playa, get yo’ cash
Exercise yo’ game, mane
Playa, get your coins, be like Donald Goines
Have heart, have money, man
Have heart, have money, man, you know!
[Verse 3: KAM]
I got next, you wanna run with me, homey (yeap)
Well, I don’t need playas in the paint who can’t do nuttin’ fo’ me
Show me, get down, nigga (right), we can make sumthin’ happen (yeah)
I’m West Coast, Eastside, East hood slum gangsta rappin’
Niggas say you want to be affiliated (yeah)
Well, let me warn you: I’m the kind of playa that’s really hated
I’m rated X like Malcolm
E-40, Coolio, and KAM – sprinkle game like talcum
You want to make money in the game? Well, let me show you
How to do for self, ’cause ain’t nobody gon’ do this for you
Oh, you caught like lint; if you waitin’ on the mystery God
‘Cause ain’t nobody gonna give you shit
You gotsta get up off yo’ ass
And put yourself in heaven on Earth before you pass
And exercise yo’ game, exercise yo’ game, fool
[Verse 4: 40 Thevz]
Peep game from a young ass, rollin’ on the one way
Foot to the gas, got the indo mixed with hash
Monday through Sunday, and all in between
I fiend for my paper, my fed, and my green
Ain’t no busters, or no suckers, on my team, or in my mattress
Just call me the Pimp
And you can call me the Rat
Watch my feet hit the tracks, it ain’t no lookin’ back
I’m on a mission tryin’ to put my fuckin’ click on the map
But these niggas don’t know the half
Runnin’ with riff raff, but I got some game for your bitch ass
‘Cause your game is weaker than an anorexic
I exercised my game until I had my game perfected
I wrote the game on paper, then I put the game on record
You better check it, nigga, don’t you dare to disrespect it
E-X-C-E, R-I-S-E, Y-O-G-A, M-E
40 Thevz in the house, better exercise yo’ game
Exercise yo’ game
[Hook: Coolio & E-40]
Have heart, have money, man
Have heart, have money, man, you know!
Exercise yo’ game, mane
Make your money grow, don’t you be no ho, low
Exercise yo’ game, mane
Keep your works on tight to make your stash stay right, and
Exercise yo’ game, mane
Fertilize your grass, playa, get that cash ,and
Exercise yo’ game, mane
But you gotta make it last! (Make it last)
[Outro: E-40 & Coolio]
All day, everytime
Yeah
E-40 and The motherfuckin’ Click
That’s right
PMD
Yeah
Crowbar, Barr 9
Uh-huh
40 Thevz
That’s right
Everytime, motherfucker
In that ass
Like Bugsy
Yeah
The massive
Uh-huh
We don’t stop
My nigga Kam
We don’t quit
God damn!
Fuck a motherfucka, we on hit, the Bay to L.A.!
Slide
Motherfucker, display
All the way to Compton
Yo’ game orientate in situations
Niggas dump all on my Clickalications, I’m pervin’
Oh, yeah
Everytime, motherfucker
Sho’ we do – don’t let us in, we breakin’ in, fool!
This is what I do
Yeah, E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz
My nigga Kam, god damn
Yeah, Barr 9 in the house
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