Da Game of Life | ||||
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Studio album by Totally Insane | ||||
Released | April 13, 2001 | |||
Recorded | 1998 | |||
Genre | Hip-Hop | |||
Label | The Insane Empire | |||
Producer | Totally Insane (Mac-10, Ad Kapone) | |||
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Da Game of Life is the fifth album releasd by rap duo, Totally Insane. It was released on April 13, 2001 for The Insane Empire and was produced by Mac-10 and Ad Kapone.
Da Game of Life is a 1998 direct-to-video short drama film starring No Limit Records rapper Snoop Dogg. It was directed by Michael Martin, written and produced by Master P and Snoop Dogg and distributed by No Limit Films. No Limit labelmate C-Murder co-stars. The movie was also a huge success for No Limit Records and for No Limit Films . The soundtrack is supposedly is to be Snoop Dogg's third album, Da Game Is to Be Sold, Not to Be Told, which was released four months later.
The Game of Life, also known simply as Life, is a cellular automaton devised by the British mathematician John Horton Conway in 1970.
The "game" is a zero-player game, meaning that its evolution is determined by its initial state, requiring no further input. One interacts with the Game of Life by creating an initial configuration and observing how it evolves or, for advanced players, by creating patterns with particular properties.
The universe of the Game of Life is an infinite two-dimensional orthogonal grid of square cells, each of which is in one of two possible states, alive or dead. Every cell interacts with its eight neighbours, which are the cells that are horizontally, vertically, or diagonally adjacent. At each step in time, the following transitions occur:
The Game of Life, also known simply as Life, is a board game originally created in 1860 by Milton Bradley, as The Checkered Game of Life. The Game of Life was America's first popular parlor game. The game simulates a person's travels through his or her life, from college to retirement, with jobs, marriage, and possible children along the way. Two to six players can participate in one game. Variations of the game accommodate eight to ten players.
The modern version was originally published 100 years later, in 1960. It was created and co-designed by toy and game designer Reuben Klamer and was "heartily endorsed" by Art Linkletter. It is now part of the permanent collection of the Smithsonian's National Museum of American History and an inductee into the National Toy Hall of Fame. It later spawned a book, The Game of Life: How to Succeed in Real Life No Matter Where You Land (Running Press), by Lou Harry.
The game was originally created in 1860 by Milton Bradley as The Checkered Game of Life. This was the first game created by Bradley, a successful lithographer, whose major product until that time was a portrait of Abraham Lincoln with a clean-shaven face, which did not do well once the subject grew his famous beard. The game sold 45,000 copies by the end of its first year. Like many games from the 19th century, such as The Mansion of Happiness by S.B. Ives in 1843, it had a strong moral message.
In mathematics the Game of Life is a cellular automaton.
Game of Life or The Game of Life may also refer to:
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I needs dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo
I needs dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo
I needs dough, you needs dough, we needs dough so yo
Put on my thinkin' cap
Don't know to rap about the niggas gettin' outta state trap
Livin' dat, yo what's up black?
Well its my third day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the drug game
I need some money in a hurry
I'm singin' my baby boy Troy he'll be two next February
I'm in the crib with my man my nigga Van Dam
An were thinkin' of an outta state plan peep it
My man rolla doughs flyin' up on Friday
He's buyin' a half an bouncin' back on the highway
Now Friday comes moms is beefin' 'cause I'm cursin'
She smells cheeb on me I'ma whole different person
Well I guess I'm goin' ta cheat, she understood the chat
Now call me when ya get there an' tell me where you at
All right Ma, I checked out all my niggas then we jetted
With fifty balls a piece brought a piece for unleaded
Smokin' blunts forty ouncin', G and P bouncin'
This is how we do, we is the Lost Boyz crew
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars
Dreams in the head we gonna blow
46 balls a piece an each got an O
In the trunk punk, we bouncin' to Jamaica Queens funk
An' inside the blunt 121 skunk
We're headed for the belly an' we're enterin' the mouth
My niggas in the hat black an yo we headed south
Now that don't look right but listen black we be aiight
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Smokin' blunts by the boxes
Ghetto champagne is chill
Stop back the first bit boys for gas an a meal
Now everybody's lookin' at the niggas from New York
Field jackets on an they peep as we talk
I say to pretty Lou well look a rolla doughs hat
I want one of them shits by the time I gets back
We got the gas ate a meal on the road once again
Taliq's on the blunt G an' P's on the henn
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars
Now we reached the destination 1 O' clock on the dot
Went to check out the spot, it's right next to a lot
We jumped out the car we got the whole town starin'
At the New York City plates an the tough shit we wearin'
I guess it all seems that we came to cause racket
My niggas in the ack an each got a field jacket
A week down the line we got shit on the ball
Every single day we gettin' fresh in the mall
Troopin' plus we got the car wash movin'
We gettin' our connects from a Cuban named Rubin
Hangin' outta state, po nine is a peasant
Livin' in the park but in the park it ain't so present
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars
We in the game, the bitches, the money, the cars