game, P.E. We ain't for the fame We for the change I wake up everyday with my game face on You know the name, P.E. You know the game, P.E. We ain't for
grillem', grillem' Chorus Enemy Line, Enemy Line. Dont be caught with your chopper in the enemy line. Enemy Line, Enemy Line, how there in Compton, the Enemy
couldn't catch what they could not see Question, was it bigger than the names? Not only in the game? But the game behind the game Down to the remaining
Halleluja, Jesus, Halleluja Now here's the pop turnaround jumper Hits the rim bounce away the new slave trade (Hmm, hmm) Manchild six feet five but juvenile
Jesus is the best thing that happened to the game Since the tennis shoe was invented On the outs I lace up, the world I face up To score on anybody,
is game, who got game, where's the game in life? Behind the game, behind the game I got game, she's got game We got game, they got game, he got game
What is game? Who is game? Where's the game in life behind the game behind the game I got game, she's got game We got game, they got game, he got game
short stories winnin' and keep the beats spinnin' [Chorus: Public Enemy] You know the name, P.E.! You know the game, P.E.! {*scratches*} We ain't for the game
Übersetzung: Public Enemy. Game Face.
Übersetzung: Public Enemy. He Got Game.
is game? Who is game? Where's the game in life behind the game behind the game I got game, she's got game We got game, they got game, he got game
the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil now the pitch Lord save us from that sword of Davis that kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game
Still wear my jewels that's trunk Can't mess with the cash that's bad enough tryin to set me up Get me messed up in the game, what's my name? Watch
couldn't catch What they couldn't see Question Was it bigger than the names Not only in the game But the game behind the game Down to the remaining
: Revelation, revelation... (Flavor Flav) Yeah that's right, y'all better act like you know Shit is gettin critical (in all the nations) Shit is
: look around what do you see can you see what I see hard to live without weed catching hell without heed phenomenons phenomns prodigys 20,000 maniacs
: Yea, haha. Oh, kick that shit G. Nuttin. Yea. Sold, black gold, one strong buck, To the Milwaukee Bucks, for a million bucks. Just get him off
