Rap Game
Breed Lyrics


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Work it out!!

(Chorus: x2)
We off the chain
Love to swing (who that)
Rap Game
Do your thing
Even if it means flip bricks
Even if it means hitting licks, we stack chips

(Verse 1)
What up though, bout to put a lock on the dance floor
My game got game and it easily provoke yours
Believe it, Breed been official
Ceritified grade A Michigan figure (go figure)
Whether in the block or in the river
Like my collar pops all By itself with a double shot
For the players, Women getting paper y'all
Do the damn thing and change on them later listen
I'm here to tear up the club like three six all on the floor
Like Thats My Hiiiit
Or like a junkie with a fix, nonstop and if it ain't poppin' I'm piiiisssed
I'm the original numero uno big Breed
All I do is club and smoke ooo wee if I doze
Thinkin that I can't come up pimp chill It's still very difficult to touch with

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I'm a cold piece, dog with no leash
Fresh off the streets and hotter than a four piece
Big talking, people C walking hitting
Harder than Jordan can get the front row coughing
I turned it out
You ain't gotta let me let the bass drop heavy
So I can chase feri my nig
Club hopper pop cone doctor
B-R double E-D rap stara you dig
I got it in me hella flowing never empty
The club get it quick spin it like a 20
Put your cell on vibrate and girate with it
Put it on and hit the highway with it yea
Starting to get packed, line getting longer
Time getting shorter my drink gettin stronger now
Keep it real and keep that fake stuff on standby
Gas up the ride and go hit seventy five





(Chorus)

Overall Meaning

In the song Rap Game, Breed celebrates the world of rap music and rhyming. The chorus of the song emphasizes the importance of freeing oneself from the chains of conformity, and instead individually expressing oneself through rap. Breed encourages everyone to "do your thing" and stack up chips, even if that means resorting to illegal activities like "flipping bricks" or "hitting licks." In the verses, Breed showcases his skills as a rapper and describes himself as an "original numero uno big Breed." He proclaims that he is the best and no one can touch him. He also boasts about his ability to tear up the club and keep the party going all night long.


The lyrics of Rap Game are a reflection of the culture and mindset of the rap world. Rappers are known for their bold personalities and their willingness to break the rules. Breed's lyrics highlight this rebellious attitude, urging his listeners to abandon the norms of society and pursue their own path. The song is upbeat and energetic, with a catchy chorus that makes it easy to dance and sing along.


Line by Line Meaning

We off the chain
We're wild and out of control


Love to swing (who that)
We love to party (who's there?)


Rap Game
The world of hip-hop and rap music


Do your thing
Do what you do best


Even if it means flip bricks
Even if it means selling drugs


Even if it means hitting licks, we stack chips
Even if it means robbing people, we make money


What up though, bout to put a lock on the dance floor
Hey, I'm about to dominate the dance floor


My game got game and it easily provoke yours
I'm really good at what I do and it might make you jealous


Believe it, Breed been official
Believe it or not, I'm the real deal


Ceritified grade A Michigan figure (go figure)
I'm a top-quality artist from Michigan (impressive, right?)


Whether in the block or in the river
Whether on the streets or dealing with problems


Like my collar pops all By itself with a double shot
My shirt collar looks sharp and I'm drinking heavily


For the players, Women getting paper y'all
This is for the people who are about making money and the women who support them


Do the damn thing and change on them later listen
Just do what you do and don't worry about what people say


I'm here to tear up the club like three six all on the floor
I'm going to party so hard that the club will be destroyed like the group Three 6 Mafia


Like Thats My Hiiiit
Like this is my jam, it's my favorite song


Or like a junkie with a fix, nonstop and if it ain't poppin' I'm piiiisssed
I'm like a drug addict who needs a fix, always on the go, and I'm mad if the party isn't good


I'm the original numero uno big Breed
I'm the original and the best, Big Breed


All I do is club and smoke ooo wee if I doze
All I do is party and smoke, even if I fall asleep doing it


Thinkin that I can't come up pimp chill It's still very difficult to touch with
Don't think I can't succeed, because it's still hard to compete with me


I'm a cold piece, dog with no leash
I'm really cool and free, like a dog without a leash


Fresh off the streets and hotter than a four piece
I'm new to the rap game and I'm better than most


Big talking, people C walking hitting
I'm confident and intimidating, doing the Crip Walk dance


Harder than Jordan can get the front row coughing
I'm better than Michael Jordan at what I do, and I'm making people cough from my performance


I turned it out
I made the party amazing


You ain't gotta let me let the bass drop heavy
You don't have to ask me to make the bass drop hard, I'll already do it


So I can chase feri my nig
So I can chase after expensive things, my friend


Club hopper pop cone doctor
I'm always partying, popping champagne and smoking weed


B-R double E-D rap stara you dig
My name is Breed and I'm a famous rapper, you understand what I'm saying?


I got it in me hella flowing never empty
I have a lot of creativity and ideas, and it never runs out


The club get it quick spin it like a 20
The party gets going quickly and turns up like a spinning 20-inch car rim


Put your cell on vibrate and girate with it
Put your phone on silent and dance to the music


Put it on and hit the highway with it yea
Listen to my music while driving on the highway


Starting to get packed, line getting longer
The party is getting more crowded, and the line to get in is getting longer


Time getting shorter my drink gettin stronger now
The night is almost over, so I'm drinking stronger drinks now


Keep it real and keep that fake stuff on standby
Be honest and don't be fake


Gas up the ride and go hit seventy five
Fill up the car with gas and go drive 75 miles per hour




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Harry Alex

RIP mc breed your music still bumps so hard even with gone

dave axle

Still making the speakers thump so many years later R.I.p Breed

Derrick910

Damn this hit like a 💣🔥🔥SIP BREED

KoiTech

RIP MC BREED!!

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Esse é aulas!

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rip raps secret king

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Hard uncut

Louise Leon

Ma dude tech !

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1:29 Mopreme Shakur I Miss Ya Pac Yak

willie greens

lookd like Knoccturnal in there too

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