Tableek — Game Over lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Game Over" by Tableek.

Lyrics

Don’t go steppin to me jack like you won’t get none
TABLEEK’s the name man you know the outcome
Mush, mash you like a rash on a nasty ass a figment of the future
Lost your past i got point for narrowly breakin ya ass
(yo let it slide make the music that the streets ride)
I rock pants with the pocket on the outside
Inseam let it breathe long on the sleeve will i still bring the rukus (indeed)
Im more than the man of the hour
Deeper than your respect money and power
Devour, your ideals and false images
Beastin cause you scored ten points at the scrimmages
I’m sicker, i get twisted like i’m bombed on liqour but don’t touch it my
fetish to react quicker
Chorus I
Hold up freeze
You never raps like these
Spendin all your money on trees
Pillsbury dough boy
Go run and get dough boy
Hold up freeze
You never raps like these
Spendin all your money on trees
Pillsbury dough boy
Go run and get dough boy
Damn right i get dough boy
See i really will hit you with whatever you want
I got a chair, a left hook a right thats text book
I write with my right hand how can you have quick sand
Elusive like peace in afganistan
My team is man and woman
Sharp and on point like razors for conan
But you im no cave dwellin raw meat ingestin
Psycho syllabator paid for my protestin
Or back bittin, snitchin, lyin
Im smelling more than grease in the pan thats fryin (hey)
Smitin that neck to show your people
My sights advanced not no coleco-vision
You won’t hear the ringing if you don’t listen
Atomic rhyme theory, bust the fission
Chorus II
Hold up freeze
You thinking that this is so easy
But you don’t make joints that please me
Pillsbury dough boy
Go run and get dough boy
Hold up freeze
You thinking that this is so easy
But you don’t make joints that please me
Pillsbury dough boy
Damn right I get dough boy
Well it was seven of your niggas and they got gashed
Im more severe than just a can of the whip ass
I slash where you look at, bash where you cook at
Crash never settlin the beef cause your crook-ed
I last cause im looked as real so im booked
Ask any fan always leave the stage unhooked
Have you ever seen a pocket book?
Elusive like red bones and clever crooks
Im out now, save all the dirty looks and stay tuned
Its high noon from play grounds to boardrooms
Chorus III
Hold up freeze
You never get raps like these
Spendin all your money on trees
Pillsbury dough boy
Go run and get dough boy
Hold up freeze
You thinking that this is so easy
But you don’t make joints that please me
Pillsbury dough boy
Damn right I get dough boy