For Da Love of Da Game (Instrumental)

Lyrics

[Intro] Represent the hip-hop and not the rap [Verse 1: Pauly Yams] I got love for the game, that's why I rhyme and always stay in the booth Never lying to the people, always telling the truth I feel the bass in my chest, it give power to songs Girl riffin' when I'm home about the hours I'm gone I can't help it, the studio where Paul be at Tried to walk away from it, but it called me back Forget my pride, tihs, I even quit my job For the one that I love to work, music Recognize that my heart has been spillin' my game Pour my heart on a track and have you feeling my pain Seen a lot of hard times on the way to success When I'm mad, writing a rhyme is my way to express Lay back and fall deep in a verse If I was out in the street, I'd probably lay sleep in a hearse There's nothing like when you on the mic tearin' a track Then you come from out the booth and start hearing it back Everybody there love the sound (Lovin' it) That's why they give you hugs and pounds, now you know you were spittin' this You got the whole room vibin' the same You ain't doing the for watches and chains, you got love for the game [Chorus] Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game) Represent the hip-hop and not the rap, yo Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game) Represent the hip-hop and not the rap [Verse 2: Baby Blak] For the love of the game, only deal in dollars and change Switch places from big faces, one in the same With snares and kicks, prepared to mix In the both 'til I'm dead, no roof on my head Keep the tools in the shed, got a place to stay But a place to lay? That's what I deal with on a day-to-day Phone off, heat off, loan sharks, spaghetti, no meat balls At least y'all can eat, y'all Feel my pain, on a cloudy day, feel my rain No food, no drink, just hunger pains Thinkin' every day who this chrome gon' kill Smilin' in women face for a home-cooked meal Right now I hate my life But love the way I write, for real, I think I seen my death Think I like bumming cheese from Jeff? Pockets of my jeans on E and they seams on F I'm a hard-working, all-nighter, ASCAP, SESAC songwriter Worldwide, Dom P, raw rider Feel my blood and tears, but my love or the drug Got me loved and revered from thugs for years, it's the game yo [Chorus] Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game) Represent the hip-hop and not the rap, yo Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game) Represent the hip-hop and not the rap [Verse 3: Pauly Yams & Baby Blak] Yo, Blak, it seem like we both feeling the same Remember when I walked away and you were still in the game? (Uh-huh) That tihs was hot, I'm still feeling the flames Plus you never forgot, every other verse spillin' my name (Yo) Chillin' with dames to wheel they Range, chillin' their brain with game If not, cousin, I'd be still on the train Like you said, we ain't willing to change, I'm feeling you, mane Yams, see, family and we stick together Shows overseas, spit together No doubt, for the love of the game We gonna keep staying the same, when you're not around laying your dame Getting paper from a play in the lane Keep heat for any hater that wanna test the rap And even more on the wax so that Jeff could scratch I attest to that, still walk with vest on back Same ghetto, same whip, still stressed, don't crack Just wanna back y'all, nothin' less than that Just want some cash, cars and them records from Blak It's just the game, yo, but whether or not I still got love for hip-hop, it's the game [Chorus] Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game) Represent the hip-hop and not the rap, yo Love what you do and do what you love (For the love of the game) Represent the hip-hop and not the rap