I had this beat saved on my Xbox original and the hardrive corrupted years ago. I'm so happy to finally have found the original beat that was stuck in my head. No other mix comes close to doing Pacman Justice like this one!
Facts I been playing this beat since I was 15 and I’m 35 now and this shit still 🔥 just pissed my BM off kuz she remember me over playing this shit🤣🤷🏽 I love it
"This one for my gangtas, this one for my thugstas, this one for my S H (what's that?) street hustlas" ESG, Slim thug, and Chamillionaire wrecked this beat
packin like pac-man, strapped its the last stand im at the finish line about to lap them, laughing like a madman , thats cus i am mad, glad thats established, lights camera action.
Find a fruit pick it up/ just enough and you'll 1up!/ Waka Waka here/ Waka Waka There/ Mrs Pacman so fine its hard not to stare./ Ghost creeping in thier lair/ Improving each level its just not fair/ Rushing each dot trying not linger/ Capping each ghost like a gunslinger/ Evading every corner with that quick finger/ Oranges-Apples-Pretzels-Berries/ On my break i light up the cherry/*pause* Have you noticed its all non-dairy?!/*start* i'll just play for the fame/ but i can never beat this game..
I don’t stop my every means, I chose guap over sleep, As I already got my dreams, Gotta chase that paper, It gets hella hot doing all the labor, But it’s my savior, I buy my favorite flavors, Then hit up the plug, Put bud in blunts, Stay a stranger, N let me be when you see my life changin, Just kuz now I got green, The clout, The whole scene in the club following my route,
Two years later still greater Makin' haters movin' up the escalator Fools thought they could fade tha Potency my pedigree known to be deadly Not many or any can wreck this beat while I'm puffin'sweets Far from neat taste blood that means ya exposed ya meat From the pistol that greet catchin' heat So ya bound to burn ashes placed in the urn Suckas loose to turn once I churn On the microphone ya know I'm gettin' yellabone Always on the phone like Kevin I'm all alone home grown Weed session still blessing's minds still stressin' Cuz they ain't learn a lesson I be the best gift and souls liftin' Like a curtain Got a mind like Tim Burton that's for certain Talk shit get a hurtin' hoes mad flirtin'. Cuz my diamonds shinin' bright the stars in the night Money Ireland green lean mean machine Got the bags wrapped it up Hit a few blocks sowed it up Hundred percent royalties so I never cut
