Lyrics to Put Ya In Da Game

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This version of Put Ya In Da Game was released by Fat Joe in 2009.

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Fat Joe, TPain shawty

Shawty I couldn’t help but notice
That you were sitting on the sideline
I got all the material thang
That chu need to get a new swag
I can put you in that game
And I could have you lookin like you’ve never seen
Baby you bad as fuck
But when I’m done you be lookin so clean

Let me put you in the game
Finger nails, toe nails
Painted up
High heels, chrome wheels
You standing up
Better clothes
From head to toe
The Stiletto got the stereo
I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)

And mammy you already know
I’m spendin dough
And you gon be the badest thing
On the road

I can put you in the game

She said she never seen a car
With the seat in the middle
She tried to bit my chain
She thought it was some skittles
I don’t be runnin game
I just be runnin riddles
Have her hittin high notes
Like my dick comes with a fiddle
Now I’m 24 inches on the grizzo grizzo (Ah Oh)
Anything you want to tizzon tizzon (Ah Oh)
Puffin on that hazel talking pizzonts pizzonts (Ah Oh)
Got to get that money that’s how we get down, get down (Yeah)
Suicide doors
I’m so Cole bane
Lowie Camel Jacket
The back is the same
Jesus Joey crack
You must be sellin cocaine
Cause they don’t make no money like that
In the rap game
Mister mister rain man
Ya I can make it rain
Top blown off
And I ain’t even aine
Yankee hat back
The seats are lane
And no it’s not a car
That’s a fucken airplane

Let me put in the game
Finger nails, toe nails
Painted up
High heels, chrome wheels
You standing up
Better clothes
From head to toe
The Stiletto got the stereo
I see your trunk
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
Let me put you in the game
(Let me put you in the game)
And mammy you already know
I’m spendin dough
And you gon be the badest thing
On the road
I can put you in the game

Haha
Allow me to reintroduce myself
My name is O
It leans in my kizzon kizzon (Ah Oh)
And I blow difference
Cause I’m Stizzup Stizzup (Ah Oh)
Party on the yacht
Or we can party on the island
Party with two way
I guarantee I’ll have you smillin
Said she never partied
With a G like me
Well I’m in Caro City
Servin E to the fends
Bet chu never ride that bus
20’s on that cognac truck
Bet I’ll have your friends
Like they said whos fly as us
Listen to me shawty
I can put you in the game
Shrapwal Wrags be drippin
Couple diamonds in your chain
You know we on a roll
Blowin drow gettin dough
So all you got do is say
Yes ma we can go