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​Dominoes

This song is by clipping. and appears on the album CLPPNG (2014).

Khakis and house shoes, pork pie hat ace, deuce
Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today's news
Ball on the TV, highball glass clinking
As ice melts in dark liquor tight joint pressed freely to
Thin lips, smoke wisps, counts points on fingers
With rings emblematic of juice he drops talking 'bout
Young blood, 'cause 'cause, game is to be sold
No pillow talking, real men don't freeload
They hustle, mouthpiece, enemies closer
Family first, trust your fist before toasters
Always your first mind, don't get caught slipping
Don't talk to pigs, get money over bitches
Pussy is good but don't let that hoe run you
Back in the day you don't know what they've been through
No snitchin', shake hands, eye contact, fake friends ain't shit
No regrets, youngin' run to the store for some cigarettes

Drop, drop, drop that game on 'em
Drop that, drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
(Money talk, listen to the OG)

Drop, drop, drop that game on 'em
Drop that, drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
('Cause he always gonna say it how it be)

Drop, drop, drop that game on 'em
Drop that, drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
(Telling stories 'bout the glory and defeat)

Drop, drop, drop that game on 'em
Drop that, drop that game, game
Like, like, like it's dominoes
And the game isn't spoken of

Smokin' out, pulling up, lean with it, rock
Wood grain, leather seats, ain't nothing stock
How many spokes 'fore they hear what you sayin'?
How many tracks do a pimp gotta stand?
How many traps 'fore they catch on they bitch on?
The position to get pissed on, there no Kelly here so no pissin' on
He pissed off them police by driving too slowly
And flashing them rollies and gold teeth for the homies
Who don't care, put one in the air, put Sun in
The mirrors drive east get bust up these sirens
Are serene she slurping her codeine with Slurpee and
Coating her slurring like y'all don't even know anything about
Trill shit, yeah hoe, real spit, deal dough for them
Fuckboys, fuck around with them fuck-arounds get cut for it
Mafia meet Noriega meet Yoruba make magic city
Savages with them karats making this ratchet shit look lavish 'cause it is

Drop drop drop that game on 'em
Drop that drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
(Always Gs getting money in the streets)

Drop drop drop that game on 'em
Drop that drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
(And they never scared to tell it how it be)

Drop drop drop that game on 'em
Drop that drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
(Telling stories 'bout the glory and defeat)

Drop drop drop that game on 'em
Drop that, drop that game game
Like, like, like it's dominoes
'Cause the game isn't spoken of

Beanpole on the playground, size six Chuck Taylors
Little girls and basketball, young'uns be players
Talking mess like kids do, "Yo mama's so fat"
Circle starts forming, he ain't gonna take that
Small fist through small teeth, fractures enamel
Lip swells up quick plus spit make him look camelesque
Got him some get back, elbow to left eye
Scrap till they pulled apart, no tears, Gs don't cry
Pops didn't, never seen it, just sucked teeth and quick walk
Come back after click-clack sound, grab keys, and hit the block
Knuckle up, never scared, keep names out strange mouths
Replace it with blood make that fool one with the ground
Scraped knees, ripped clothes, school nurse, parents called
He remembers all that sips dark liquor from highball
Glass, khakis and house shoes pork pie hat ace, deuce
Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today's news

Drop, drop, drop that game on 'em
Drop that, drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
(Money talk, listen to the OG)

Drop, drop, drop that game on 'em
Drop that, drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
('Cause he always gonna say it how it be)

Drop, drop, drop that game on 'em
Drop that, drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
(Telling stories 'bout the glory and defeat)

Drop drop drop that game on 'em
Drop that drop that game game
Like, like, like it's dominoes
(And the game isn't spoken of)

Drop, drop, drop that game on 'em
Drop that, drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
(Always Gs getting money in the streets)

Drop, drop, drop that game on 'em
Drop that, drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
(And they never scared to tell it how it be)

Drop, drop, drop that game on 'em
Drop that, drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em
(Telling stories 'bout the glory and defeat)

Drop drop drop that game on 'em
Drop that drop that game game
Like, like, like it's dominoes
(And the game isn't spoken of)