Or Nah (German Version)

By The Game

On Blood Moon: Year of the Wolf

Released on October 31, 2014

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[Produced by Dre]


[Intro: Too $hort]

Don't fight the feelin'

That's right, don't fight the feelin'


[Interlude: The Game]

Say, my life is like a movie, nigga, fuckin' every day

Fuckin' every day, nigga, fuckin' every day

Say, my life is like a movie, nigga, fuckin' every day

Missionary, doggy style, nigga, fuckin' every way, go


[Verse 1: The Game]

I'm not the nigga you thought that

That trickin', we off that, I hit that, no callback

She ratchet, I like it, I hold it, she bite it

She lick it and suck it, I fuck it, he wife it

No feelings for a ho that ain't my main thing

My niggas on the same thing, all my niggas gang bang

Bitches do choke, this is my boo

Two C's on that bag but she throw a Piru

And we off that Cîroc, she don't mind if I do

Her girlfriend a thot, tell her hop in my coupé

Tell her hop in my bed, tell her hop off my roof

My baby-mama trippin' and that bitch can shoot but

[Chorus: The Game & King Marie]

You gon' let me hit or nah?

Can I get the dick or nah?

You gon' let me watch you strip or nah?

Can a bitch get a fit or nah?


[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]

Girl, once you get it, you got it forever

Oh, nah, so let me hit it

Girl, once you get it, you got it forever

Oh, girl, so let me hit it


[Verse 2: Eric Bellinger]

If you let a nigga come through

I'ma give it to you better than you ever had it

Girl, I promise, I'm a be the only thing you want to do

Makin' you forgot about your niggas automatic, you already know

I can fuck you better, can we live together?


[Verse 3: Problem]

Bitch a problem, bitch, you better follow me

I give you this dick, you hit the lottery

I know all the stars, astrology

Last deposit fucked up the whole economy

Get that, spent twenty-ten, bitch-nigga

Kush, piff in it, every white string infinite

You different, last night, niggas picturin'

Seven times, had a black chick tryin' white shit

Federline, I’m the future, real beef, I’ll shoot you

Walk-walk, no talk-talk, no sub and no woofers

It's on, tell by my tone

Real nigga call, better answer your phone

[Chorus: The Game & King Marie]

You gon' let me hit or nah?

Can I get the dick or nah?

You gon' let me watch you strip or nah?

Can a bitch get a fit or nah?


[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]

Girl, once you get it, you got it forever

Oh, nah, so let me hit it

Girl, once you get it, you got it forever

Oh, girl, so let me hit it

(Yeah)


[Verse 4: Kollegah]

So viele Nieten im Biz machen auf Gees in dem Biz

Es ist wie ihr Rückgrat – viel Wirbel um nichts

Und viele deutsche Rapper glauben, dass sie flowen

Wo sind alle hin, tz, ich glaube, dass sie flohen

Ich komm mit Haufen von Kanonen und tausenden Patronen

Plus paar skrupelloser Gangster aus der Kaukasus-Region

Bedroh' dich mit Winchesters

Mein Waffenfetisch ist nicht mehr in den

Griff zu kriegen wie ein verbogenes Springmesser

Ich baller' Rapper ab, knall' dann deren Sluts

Na ja, was man halt alles als Gewaltverbrecher macht

Doch hab' ich den Alltagsstress mal satt

Besuch' ich dich auf Intensivstation und schalte etwas ab

Du hast Liebeskummer, Kid, ich schiebe Nummern mit

Deinem Girl, geb' ihr den Cock, wo sie nie genug von kriegt

Roll' im Beamer rum und blick' beim Online-Banking nie

Welche Zahl da Kontostand und welche IBAN-Nummer ist (Bitch)


[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]

Girl, once you get it, you got it forever

Oh, nah, so let me hit it

Girl, once you get it, you got it forever

Oh, girl, so let me hit it


[Outro: Too $hort]

Don't fight it baby

Don't fight the feelin'

You know a nigga tryna fuck

I like that bitch, yeah, baby

Your pussy wet? Take them panties off

Don't fight it, let a nigga hit that shit

You like to fuck, all these bitches love fuckin'