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    "It's Over" Lyrics


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    Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh
    You think you was bad cause you had a Jag

    It's over, it's over now,
    Move over, it's my turn now,
    It's over, the game's shut down,

    It's over, it's over now,
    Move over, it's my turn now,
    It's over, the game's shut down,

    [VERSE 1 - KURUPT]
    I went from canopies to boards, fans to no records (sorry)
    You ain't got the Bentley with four doors
    K-u-r-u-p-t, Annie, you just bring my bottle of Remy
    Recognize a real hit when you hear one
    Postin' up at the Playboy Mansion
    I stomp like gortex, poetical vortex
    Bouncin to Jigga in California

    [CHORUS 2X]

    [VERSE 2 - NATINA]
    It's the N- A, T- I, Oh you know the rest!
    Silly how frequently they contest
    I done tours across the seas and been across the world
    I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dogs
    It's over, 'cause I'm bad to the bone
    Leave a real diva to her own, alone
    I drive a Jaguar, so many different cars
    Life as a pop star, shit is this hard!

    [CHORUS 2X]

    [VERSE 3 - KURUPT]
    This is how life should be, my girl and my peeps
    Don't make me remind you I stays VIP
    Move over for all my dime piece
    All of my G's hustlers and pimps
    With shiny wrists, making money
    it's my turn to shine and my turn to floss
    Like you play the game I stomps the Billboard
    One thing's for sure, G's hit the door
    Tone and Poke know Natina does not play
    when she get on the mic she say what she gotta say
    Dr. Dre and Snoop know Kurupt is ill
    From East coast to West the unforgettable skills
    Bust from head to head, sippin' on Remy Red
    Running from club to club, nickels and dimes and dubs
    Ready to rock spots, fours and drop tops
    Kurupt and gangster rap Natina be running pop

    [CHORUS 4X]

    Get ready to make a hit y'all
    When they bust this in the club you know you gotta get up
    I want you to all say...


    Kurupt: G, G, I didn't even write this...
    Natina: I didn't write this...
    Kurupt: It's crazy!
    Both: It's crazy...
    This song was last modified on October 20th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Caleb Tyrone Armstrong, Melvin Glover, Nathaniel Glover, Eddie Morris, Sylvia Robinson, Joseph Robert Saddler, Ray Anthony Smith, Robert Keith Wiggins, Guy Todd Williams, Kanye Omari West, Pharrell L. Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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