Wrestlemania 20 - Westside Gunn, Anderson .Paak

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak &

Westside Gunn

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes

(grr)

, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

(ayo)

No, oh, all these games

Ayo, face tats and down, we was bagging weight

Fiend almost scratched his arm off, he couldn’t wait

Rich niggas rocking Enfants Riches

Told my shooter to chill, God, he kept sniffing

Patek shine through Linda Farrow specs

Hanging out the F-Pace with the loaded TEC, God bless

Mark his loot for a maneuver

Only cooked it one time and we blew up, Noon Goons

Prepare to clear the room soon

All these snakes around on my Gucci shoes

This that cocaine stuck to the pot, scrape

Coral statue in every corner, the Lord’s grace

Off the top rope with the brick like Snuka, nigga

In the kitchen with my dance, I be cooking, nigga

Just Don, I need the pink 2s

Left his brains dragging 'cross the mink too

(Boom boom boom boom boom boom)

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

Ayo, new kitchen, same stoves, plain clothes, just tryna chase

Threw the 40 by Dr. Birds caulking up a 8

Couple flakes, too many chains on, I might suffocate

We cut his face his first day in, get out the fucking way

Fuck is this, ask for a bid, he gave his fucking shake

Now he laying in the dumpster without a fucking face

Porsche 961, we call those master, everlasting

Miss Machine Gun every day that’ll fucking pass

Always rap about the fucking dope that you never had

Never showed your PSI, don’t even fucking ask

Make sure my Fila Gosha

Might sell a thousand bricks for the culture

Unravel squares, rocking Unraveled

What you know about betting 200 mackerels?

Gotta send 20 niggas to commissary

If you owe me a stamp, get your momma buried

(Boom boom boom boom boom boom)

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games

I didn’t come for jokes, I didn’t come for games

I didn’t come to play with you lames

No, oh, all these games