Artist: Yung Budd Album: Unreleased Throwbacks, Vol. 2 Song: Stop the Game Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Yung Budd] Uh, yeah, one more again About to do it up, holla Hahaha, one more time Let the beat drop This is something for life [Yung Budd] Mami, I'm mellow, love that Accapello Stay John Blazed, pockets jiggle like Jello Hello, hello, I'm that fellow Flow mad sick so I got that cheddo Call me, let's fly to P.R. Hit up the telly, I'll buy out thee bar Me's a star, loves the name Got mad whips, and I love rocking these chains I got a wifey though, she's at home I'm a playa, can't help it, horny, he got to moan So, what you doing out in Rio? Where's ya horse? Only pimp out mami's, rock Chris Dior's Said, "I'm here with my man, there he is" This nigga tried to wild out, "I ain't fucking ya wiz" Mami feeling Yung C though, smaller version of Chino 5'8", brown skin, chips like the Rio She knows, my pockets stay extremely cheesy Ya girl feeling me, dog, you need to leavey [Chorus: Yung Budd] Stop the game... Uh-huh, cuz I ain't playing... Faggot, stop the game... Uh, cuz I ain't playing... [Yung Budd] I keep my hat cocked, brim breezed up Iced out wrist that ya homies could snow ski up P4ers, carry big things like Ne-yo Tell her hop in they block, incognito Cats don't know, what we know But, they gonna find out when I'm blowing missles like Al 'Cino A Goodfella like DeVito, put a Scar on ya face I spend dough so fast, need a parking space Place the gates so tight, mami's call me Matell Put country music on the street, it better to sell Ten million sold, got diamond rings A bad chicked named Diamond with diamond chains Nahmean? Big up B.K. for real Come on, son, so please don't squeal [Chorus: Yung Budd] So, stop the game... Come on, uh, cuz I ain't playing... (nah, that's how it's going) So, stop the game... Cuz I ain't playing... [Yung Budd] It ain't where you from, nigga, it's where you at When you rest at my hive, where he gon' get your gat? Cuz niggaz know I get more action than Jackson The packing the mack then Have the bullets loving your ass, fatal attraction Hit you in the back, then, slide with Venus So she can put it on me, like Ja and Vita Ya everyday Bonnie and Clyde No coke, no crack, just a little chronic inside Plus I stay on top of the ride I got them new rims that keep on spinning even though I stop at the lot So I ride through the block where the haters rest The rims make 'em feel woozy while I spray they chest Put ya hands up, nah, put 'em down I'm a real nigga, don't fuck with clowns He's a circus act, who you smirking at? I spread ya blood around the world so you could cross the map [Chorus: Yung Budd] Stop the game... Come on, huh, cuz I ain't playing... It's not a game, so, stop the games... Come on, yo, cuz I ain't playing... So, stop the games... stop it, need to stop acting... Cuz I ain't playing... [Outro: Yung Budd] All the games is for these little guys, stop it, come on Duck-Lo Productions, doing it up Buddha Monk, good looking for the beat, dog Daddy Warbucks, Love Blesser, holla... holla...