Born 2 Rap (2019)











 

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City Of Sin lyrics - The Game (feat. Ed Sheeran)

Welcome to the sea of sin
Living in the City of Angels
And you'll still hear them sing

Welcome to the sea of sin
Living in the City of Angels
And you'll still hear them sing lullabies
To the night
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No Smoke lyrics - The Game (feat. Miguel & Travis Barker)

[The Game:]
Guess who back in the buildin' stackin' them millions
Y'all wanted me to rap, I'm bringin' back that feelin'
Bridge the gap between mumble rap and these killers
Bridge the gap between smokers and Lean sippers
These niggas make records to please niggas
I make records every second to shelter and feed niggas
What is hip-hop these days, jealousy and greed, nigga?
Champagne bottles and IG models that tease niggas?
I smoke weed to keep my mind at ease, nigga
Dr. Dre planted this Chronic seed, nigga
Y'all don't want no smoke with me, nigga
L.A. is a hot box, it's hard to breathe in it
Got hives all over my city with bees in it
No traffic, they'll swarm to the club in three minutes
And if they late, I bob and weave niggas
Always whippin' niggas ass, feelin' like I'm in a Creed, nigga

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Puff, puff, pass
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Puff, puff, pass
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Better pass, homie
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Y'all better off tryna smoke with me

[Miguel:]
They don't want no smoke with me
They don't want no smoke with me, my darling
They don't want no smoke with me
They don't want no smoke with me, my darling
Darling, darling

[The Game:]
My Documentary Grammy went to Missy
I learned my lesson then
Hip-hop'll take your heart no matter the type of vest you in
But I was destined then, my legacy
And at the end, I could get shot like Pac and I felt like I was his next of kin
Had to kick the door down since niggas ain't wanna let me in
Tell 'em its Game but these hoes call me ESPN
Sent Nipsey and Kendrick on tour, I had to set the trend
Before that, do you remember what condition the West was in?
Sittin' there, record playin', Swizz Beatz lecturin'
Pharrell told me, "You gotta chill, God gave you a second chance"
Even though I respect my fam, don't move with the TEC in hand
And none of y'all nigga don't want no smoke, not even second-hand
I'm from L.A. where even bitches pack an extra friend
And we make little niggas like Soulja Boy sneak our weapons in
F and Ns that drop one of your F'in friends
This kind of smoke'll make Red not wanna stand next to Method Man

They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Puff, puff, pass
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Puff, puff, pass
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Better pass, homie
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Y'all better off tryna smoke with me

[Miguel:]
They don't want no smoke with me
They don't want no smoke with me, my darling
They don't want no smoke with me
They don't want no smoke with me, my darling
Darling, darling
My darling
My darling
They don't want no smoke with me
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Five Hundred Dollar Candles lyrics - The Game (feat. DOM KENNEDY)

[Intro:]
You're proud of that fact that you're-you're in the gang
From Lime Hood
Why? But you're proud of the fact that you're what, why is that?
Why?
Yeah
'Cause I'm down, I'm down for it
'Cause I'm a true [?]
I'm a true [?]
I come from the heart
What-what, why?
W-w-why be in a gang, what's in it for you?
What's in it?
Well, you get killed, right?
Yeah
You mean some of your friends been killed?
Yeah
So
For a simple cause
W-w-what's the simple cause?
Of bein' a Blood

[DOM KENNEDY:]
On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice
On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice
'Round here niggas ain't got shit to lose
Young niggas off the chain and they gettin' loose
L.A. niggas with the bullshit
You better not step to me wrong
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone?

[The Game:]
39 and I'm still bangin' (Still bangin')
I can't get out if I wanted to (If I wanted to)
All I did was document my life (Document my life)
I ain't put that red rag in front of you (In front of you)
My first album had the world lit (World lit)
Hit the hood and brought the Hummer through (Hummer through)
I finally got the Impala candy-painted (Candy-painted)
Show you outta-towners what that Summer do
Started off with 60 niggas with me everywhere I went
120 cups inside a Summer Jam tent
I went from broke fantasizin' 'bout Christina Aquilera to
Puttin' TVs in the dash of my mama's Xterra
This is real shit
I'm spittin' bars from the gun niggas get killed with
I had to cover my son and let that steel spit
I talked about in songs, niggas got real sick
Dre thought that I was just rappin'
I told 'em I had bodies, no cappin'
Nigga, this the new Compton
2005, my whole life got live
Picture a gang member on the cover of the Vibe
Tell 'em why it's West Side

[DOM KENNEDY:]
'Cause L.A. niggas with the bullshit
You better not step to me wrong
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone?
On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice
On Rosecrans off Gin and Juice
'Round here niggas ain't got shit to lose
Young niggas off the chain and they gettin' loose

[The Game:]
They don't put me on the set at Rollin' Loud
AK-47 only way I move the crowd (The crowd)
This my life (This my life)
It's more than music (It's more than music)
A lot of niggas rap but I was born to do it (I was born to do it)
Took my mama two days to give birth
And how I repay her? Goin' through her motherfuckin' purse (Motherfuckin' purse)
It's crazy how she loved me after all my dirt (After all my dirt)
Nigga disrespect her, he gon' touch the earth (Touch the earth)
If it's me or my niggas, then I'ma die first
Go on my 'Gram, put that pic of me and DOM on some shirts
It's all fun and games 'til that Super Soaker squirt
You lost somebody you love, I know it hurt
I got two dead brothers, one dead father
A mama with a pacemaker, two sons, and a daughter
I got a lot to live for but I ain't scared to die
I got this Hennessy and my nigga DOM KENNEDY
West Side

[DOM KENNEDY:]
Them L.A. niggas with the bullshit
You better not step to me wrong
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone?
Them L.A. niggas with the bullshit (Bullshit)
You better not step to me wrong (Step to me wrong)
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles (Dollar candles)
Will they mourn me when I'm gone? (When I'm gone)

How long? Yeah
How long? Uh-huh
Yup, straight like that, yeah
Give hundred dollar candles
When I'm gone, yeah
Now, step to me wrong
Five hundred dollars candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone? (Yeah)
Oh, haha, I'm gone, yeah
Yup
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The Light lyrics - The Game

I see you in a lonely place
How can you be so blind?
You're still regretting the love you left-left behind
Oh, darling
I seen you go through the changes
Sitting alone each night
Are you expecting to find the love (Love-love-love-love)

Used to sell it all night
Virgil owe me a percentage of that off-white
Take a nigga bitch out of spite
I'm every bitch type
I'm on the block, Rolls truck sittin' nice
Niggas still can't see me, I'm hidin' in plain sight
Last 15 years of my life, I cut any hip-hop nigga fuckin' throat with this mic
I hit the dealership and get them niggas right
Before you cop it, you gotta ask, "What's the price?"
You in the club makin' toast to your life
I'm in this Ghost gettin' throat at this light
We ain't the same, nigga, your ticket's by the lights
I'm wipin' sweat off my Fendi at this Pacquiao fight
Niggas that I thought was wasn't that nice

If it's only hip-hop tell Em, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Cole, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Dot, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Drizzy, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Travis Scott, step to the light (Light, light)

300 Bars was just an intro
That was me in DJ Skee basement relaxed of Endo
You ain't even seen me off the 'Tron yet
You ain't heard me on a county jail phone yet
I ain't even set the tone yet
Picture Wu-Tang mobbin' deep on a Nore-N-Capone set
My diamonds offset
Yeah, my Audemar wet
It look like me, Nicki, and Cardi B havin' phone sex
Who gon' flex?
Who want next?
How many niggas I done bodied and me and Hov ain't done a song yet
And all you niggas cappin', actin' like you own jets
Land it at Teterboro and bring that ass to Funk Flex
Bring them Dracos, you been shootin' at niggas on texts
All these threats, ain't even comfortable inside your own flesh
Jimmy Iovine should have kept his advice
Instead of tellin' niggas they could ever step in this light

Tell Future, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Chance, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Sean, "Step to this light" (Light, light)
If it's only hip-hop, tell nigga, "Step in my light" (Light, light)
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Carmen Electra lyrics - The Game (feat. Mozzy, Osbe Chill & Tobi)

[The Game:]
Ayo, I mob how I mob, yeah, I'm hood with it
Fifth of Patrón in the Bentley, yeah, I'm good with it
Everything Suge with it, I'm a boss like that
Caught five, Odell Beckham, Randy Moss like that
It's Bompton, reason why I talk like that
Bullet fragments still in my ankle why I walk like that
I'm Nas on these songs, I Puff, they hate me
Hurricane Game, Katrina'd the AP
Top-down, the AC, with X and AZ
Ruff Rydin', you can see this Draco in HD
Don't try me, nigga, homicide's my hobby
Backwoods we fat, blowin' these sacks like Mozzy
In the 6, Clyde and Bonny, clips by Armani
Plus, I keep an extra with the owl feather texture
2020, we doin' drive-bys in Teslas
Sex, money, murder, and drugs, Carmen Electra

[ToBi (The Game):]
Fuck the slice, I want the pie
Why ask, "Why? ", 'til we die
Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie
(Carmen Electra)
Drugs and thugs, swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie
(Carmen Electra)

[Mozzy:]
Four Block bangin', I'm from the dope spot, baby
Type to serve 'em on the porch and keep the door locked, baby
In this four-door 'Cedes, the Rollie oh so brazy
Chopper for that old school that I can throw on Daytons
Fuck who hatin'
Blood on the Benjamins, I'm a gangsta
Pull up on the side of his vehicle, tryna spank 'em
Cookies by the onions, we plug 'em, the people thank us
As-salamu alaykum and see how far it could take us
Can't nobody save us, stay dangerous, it's on the gang
Told Game, "Pass the thang," I feel like I got my wing
Pissin' on they grave and wackin' out what they bang
Papa was a chef and my mama whip it the same
She chose up on the 'ism, the Maserati to blame
We body for body, ahki, I caught him and got him flamed
Free the Gangland, when he touched, got him a chain
When he touched, got him some cake
When he touched, got him a Drac' (Ayy)

[ToBi (The Game):]
Fuck the slice, I want the pie
Why ask, "Why? ", 'til we die
Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie
(Carmen Electra)
Drugs and thugs, swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie
(Carmen Electra)

[Osbe Chill:]
O-S-B-E Chill, fuck what they feel
Have a nigga leanin' soon as I pop his seal
Put the work like Copperfield, I got it to disappear
Heard you was lookin' for me, I'm right here (Right here)
Standin' in the jungles with the baby stones (Baby stones)
Cash Money in my pocket, get my Baby on (Baby on)
Only eat the pussy if it taste like Avión (Yeah)
Tell her run my shit back like Le'Veon (Bitch)
Sittin' in the bucket 'bout to trip me a nigga, yeah
Los Angeles, clip me a nigga, yeah
ATL, Tip me a nigga (Uh)
Like Black Chyna, I'ma give in, nigga (Pause)
Gang injunctions don't stop the function, yeah
Trees by Game, Patrón consumptions, yeah
Born in the Jungles where wolf be huntin'
I put that on Mary-Anne, that I am what I am, nigga

[ToBi (The Game):]
Fuck the slice, I want the pie
Why ask, "Why? ", 'til we die
Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie
(Carmen Electra)
Drugs and thugs, swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie
(Carmen Electra)
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Dead Homies lyrics - The Game (feat. Red Cafe)

[Red Cafe:]
Ayy, ayy
I said last time, last time
A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep
I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies
Last time, last time
A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep
I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies

[The Game:]
We was sippin' D'Ussé in the Mulsanne, rollin' Old Dirty Bastard to some old Wu-Tang
I told her for the pootang, I would do things
Even though we had different colors in our shoestrings
She grew up in the 60s, did her new-new thing
I wasn't really trippin', so we kicked it, Liu Kang
I was all on them titties, boy, 2 Chainz
This bitch pussy bomber than Saddam Hussein
Dead homies

[Red Cafe:]
Said last time, last time
A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep
I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies
Last time, last time
A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep
I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies (Dead homies, dead homies)
Dead homies (Dead homies, dead homies)
Dead homies (Dead homies, dead homies)

[The Game (Red Cafe):]
Ridin' through Compton with the angel on the hood
Got niggas on Death Row, everything ain't all Suge
My nigga 4 Bent gone for good so I'ma fuck you in the back of the ghost for the dead homies (Dead homies)
I'm in here doin' the most for the dead homies (Dead homies)
Shoot my shot in her throat for the dead homies (Dead homies)
I poured the Henny on her chest, put that pussy to rest
Then woke her up, stop sleepin' on the West

[Red Cafe:]
Said last time, last time
A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep
I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies
Last time, last time
A bitch done slept on me was when I fucked her ass to sleep
I done fucked her ass to sleep, dead homies (Dead homies, dead homies)
Dead homies (Dead homies, dead homies)
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Gold Daytonas lyrics - The Game (feat. DOM KENNEDY)

[DOM KENNEDY (The Game):]
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)
Ride with it on us
(You know we got it)
Yeah, gold Daytonas
(The motherfuckin' wheels)
Ride with it on us

[The Game:]
You ever seen a nigga get shot by the Staples Center?
Next day you watchin' Bron Bron with them staples in 'em (Lake Show)
Yeah, came for the ruckus
Head to toe, dipped in Supreme, I'm like a Cutlass
Fuck it, let loose on niggas
Spill my Goose on niggas, two tears in a bucket (Want all the smoke)
Three-wheel motion in the Bentley truck
See 12 and hold the Remy up (Fuck 12)
Need at least a hundred thousand 'fore we go in clubs ('Fore we what?)
'Fore we pour them shots ('Fore we what?)
'Fore we throw them dubs
West Side to New York, niggas show me love (Niggas know)
Front row at the Grammys and they know we thugs

[DOM KENNEDY (The Game):]
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)
Yeah, ride with it on us
Uh, what you know about it?
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)
Ride with it on us
(Ride)
Yeah

[DOM KENNEDY:]
Check my pocket, got a lot of hundreds
And all my ladies got flat stomachs, uh
At Saint Laurent when the shipment come in
Shrimp Fettuccini then hop back in the Benz (Uh)
Got AMG on the seat covers, they love us
Leimert Park to the Rucker, I'm with Chuck
Get pressed for your Chucks
Matte black on the truck
Cuban Link on tuck
Ace of Spades in my cup, uh
You wanna give me what I need, baby?
My seat on recline while she suck on mine, uh
Game told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up"
And if they hate, then let 'em hate
Then they gon' end up down one

[DOM KENNEDY (The Game):]
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)
Ride with it on us
(Uh, you know we got it, nigga)
Yeah
(Ayy)
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs', ayy)
Ride with it on us
(Ride, ride, ride, ride)
Aight
(Ha ha)

[The Game (DOM KENNEDY):]
Ayy, dawg, West Side on these niggas
(Fuck bitches)
Ayy
(Fuck bitches)
Yeah, yeah
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West Side lyrics - The Game

Step off the porch, rag hangin', West Side, that's what we bangin'
Crucifix swingin' off my t-shirt, twistin' my fingers
Impala Off-White, ski mask all black
ADIDAS tracksuit, drawstrings, Chokin' the MAC
Got a couple bullets in it, gangstas slide in the rented
Dumpin' out the window, fuck the world and everything in it
I'm a West Side nigga, ego trippin' and walkin' fast
Listenin' so we talkin' in codes to keep 'em off us
Dre gon' tote it, thirty-six shots
Don Julio got me loaded, don't think I'm not
Go mob on niggas, mob figures, mob triggers
Don't get your punk ass killed on Instagram Live, nigga
My niggas rob niggas, bury you alive
Let the bullets live inside niggas, ain't nowhere to hide
It's survival of the fittest, boy, you fuckin' with the realest
Glock nine, blue steel, holster wrap the chinchilla

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)

Ain't no S on my chest, just the West on my back
Born in trenches with the crack, swallow dope, shit the sack
If you frontin' it, come back, if I front, you bring it back
Turn a bird to a Benz, park a Benz by the trap
Let 'em raid, we gon' flush, if you snitchin', you get touched
Tell my mama I'm on the run, not givin' a fuck
Who want what? I put a team together, smash out
Set you up, send a bitch over with her ass out
In California, we got them pictures niggas map out
In California, we turn a mansion to a stash house
I fuck around and leave a dub and they O.D. tonight
You in good hands, you know the Bloods gon' treat you right
Ain't tryna be your man, no, I don't trust 'em, I just beat it right
Gotta put her in a Uber just so I could sleep at night
Never stop bangin', nigga, you know it's still Cedar, right?
After this album, nigga, I gotta raise the feature price

West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
West Side, West Side (West Side, West Side)
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40 Ounce Love lyrics - The Game (feat. Just Liv)

This is us
Impalas parked next to Bentley trucks
Four bins supposed to be here, I should dig 'em up
But since I can't, I'ma hold this Henny up
15 years of greatness
15 years of hatin'
15 years of patience, that's what I had to practice
So I ain't end up back on that country jail mattress
Fuck all this rap shit
In Compton we in the dirt, sticks on us like a cactus
Cincinnati on, closin' on the third strap
Gave two away to some fans, this my third hat
Runnin' this marathon, I'm on my third lap
Where my key to the city, don't y'all think I deserve that?
L.A. sheriffs left Ryan on the curb, flat
37 shots, so I'm on 133rd strapped

40oz love, white Air Force Ones in the mud
Young front end on the Cutlass like, "What's up?"
See my dead homie mama, hop out and give her a hug
40oz love, niggas gon' ask, so choose one, Crip or Blood
Money fallin' out your pocket while you're sellin' drugs
Every drink of Old English, grab a cup, I fill it up for you

You outta gas? I fill it up for you
You surrounded in the club? We pullin' up for you
You went to jail? I took that money, I put it up for you
You still got your hand out like I ain't did enough for you
You put on that snitch jacket and it stuck to you
On my life, I love you but I can't fuck with you
I gotta stick to the code
Never slip, never fold, stay rich 'til I'm old
Love my kids on my soul
Both my baby mamas know if I go, open the safe and give 'em all the gold
And my cousin, Magic Cold, he in the pen on his toes
How you talk them people into transferrin' you to a level 4?
He got 20 months left, that shit movin' hella slow
20 blunts, half a pound a day until they let him go
I give him 30 racks every time he touch the surface
I'm startin' to think this nigga goin' to jail on purpose

Either way, I gotta keep givin' you 40oz love
White Air Force Ones in the mud
Young front end on the Cutlass like, "What's up?"
See my dead homie mama, hop out and give her a hug
40oz love, niggas gon' ask, so choose one, Crip or Blood
Money fallin' out your pocket while you're sellin' drugs
Every drink of Old English, grab a cup, I fill it up for you
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Gucci Flip Flops lyrics - The Game

Hit with the RICO they repo that vehicle
Shit was all good just a week ago
About to start snitchin', ain't you?
Ready to start bitchin', ain't you?
I forgive you, I forgive you
Hustlin' just ain't you

If you listenin' to this now that mean Swizzy got it cleared for me
2018, what a fucked-up year for me
Take it back to January, nigga lost his father
Only way I got through it was bumpin' Wayne's first Carter
With the speakers blarin', windows down on my McClaren
See the wheels and it's apparent, this why these fuck niggas starin'
Had a premonition, parked and got out, Calabasas far
Triple X, Biggie, Pac, niggas kill rappers in cars
That was back in June, I missed out on a couple million
Gotta get back in tune
I wake up, work out, hit the studio right after noon
Still gotta pack a tool to pick my kids up after school
Don't me put me in no situation where one of us niggas have to lose
'Cause you'll be in a casket soon
Closed tighter than Mac and Tune
Another classic with no Jigga verse, it'll happen soon
Go bar-for-bar with Jigga
Last wish of a young spitter even if the verse is killer

That is not how I die, I seen my death
Seen all you niggas' demise, folded hands on your chest
Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath
Thought I did niggas right, 'til niggas start goin' left
Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood
Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud
Gucci flip flops, hoppin' over fences 'cause I could
In Gucci flip flops, never switchin' sides on the hood
Gucci flip flops

Still listenin'? I want y'all to picture this
Me and you tradin' lives, now tell me what the difference is?
More money, more problems
And more niggas who wanna kill you
More empty Patrón bottles
And I don't condone violence but niggas on phone wildin'
Niggas on apps cappin', them choppers at full volume
I put money on nigga's books, got houses out foreclosure
One call'll open fire on niggas and force closure
I'm too O.G. for this shit
Built my career off the rock, Memph' Bleek in this bitch
Comin' of Age, even squashed my beef with Meek for this shit
Get off the phone, stop speakin' and shit
Soon as 12 close the door on you niggas, mouth leakin' and shit
Go to jail, cut a deal, can't do a week in that bitch
That's why I stay away, somewhere on a beach with a bitch
Watchin' Narcos, listenin' to The Weeknd and shit

And this is not how I die, I seen my death
Seen all you niggas' demise, folded hands on your chest
Always put my niggas first, they pray for my last breath
Thought I did niggas right, 'til niggas start goin' left
Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood
Gucci flip flops, nigga, I done got it from the mud
Gucci flip flops, hoppin' over fences 'cause I could
In Gucci flip flops, never switchin' on the hood
Gucci flip flops
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Born 2 Rap lyrics - The Game

I remember I was rappin' for a year and half
Couple tears in a glass
Some gunshots then I appeared on the map, bust it
In the studio way in the back with Busta
Next mornin' back to weighin' the crack, fuck it
What if Dre don't make an album out my demo?
At least me, Snoop, and Nate Dogg smoked some Endo
Mailman told me, "Be patient," thanks for the info
Next thing I know, I'm in Hits Factory with Timbo
Came back and threw the Range on Lorenzos
I'm reminiscin', lookin' out this Lamborghini window
My Granny told me I'd be bigger than Nintendo, Game
Let the top down so she could scream her grandson name
We on our way back to the nursin' home listenin' to Just Blaze beats to put these verses on
My life almost got cut short on the 'Math 'til Jigga told Dre Hate it or Love it was a smash

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics
Who rap better than me?
I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics
Who rap better than me?
I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics
Who do it better than me?
Who rap better than me?
Who rap better than me?

Should sound like I found the Fountain of Youth
It's like the bald-head Game steppin' back in the booth, true
I'm the only nigga rap like I do, proof
Who survived after 300 Bars, who?
Nobody, I'm still countin' these bodies
Still countin' these millions
Still make everybody quiet when I walk in the lobby of that Interscope buildin'
I still drop one line and have 'em all in they feelings
I know you miss me but I just been in Calabasas
Bought the crib far just to stop from whooppin' nigga's asses
I'm the definition of classic
I'm the feelin' fans used to get when they rip the shit up out the plastic
How many legendary studios got my plaques in it?
New Lambo truck, let's see if I can start from scratch in it
And I started from the bottom of the block
Hate it or live it the underdog still on top, nigga

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics
Who rap better than me?
I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics
Who rap better than me?
I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics
Who do it better than me?
Who rap better than me?
Who rap better than me?

Game was always open arms
You know what I mean?
And, you know, he was the only one for a while
Yeah
From the-from the generation after the Snoop, Dre, Pac
So Game was-he held the position of-everybody looked to Game
For-for, you know, "Hey, listen to my Tape woo"
I actually met Game in my hood on Crenshaw and Slauson
And I was outside on the block with like twenty of my homies
And, um, I see the Range Rover, I'm like, "That's Game right there"
And we all walked up to his car and I handed my CD, you know?
And on my daughter, he had a Glock on his-on his hip
I mean on his lap
And that's what made me like-I ain't gon' say, "Made me respect Game"
I respect Game off all the things he done
But when we met, you know what I'm sayin'?
It was um, I was in the middle of my hood, you know, with all my homies before rap and Game was drivin' through solo with a-with a Glock in his lap
You know so
No security, just solo?
Nah, nah, only solo (Only solo)
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Welcome Home lyrics - The Game (feat. Nipsey Hussle)

[Intro:]
Bongo By The Way

[The Game:]
I wake up every mornin' on the same shit
I smoke my wood to the roach, like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still gang, gang with
Lamborghini outside but, nigga, that won't change shit
Same nigga that gave you classic after classic
Could still chop rock and zip it, plastic after plastic
Why you think Dr. Dre don't take me on them yachts with 'em?
Whisperin' to Snoop, "This nigga probably got a Glock with 'em," facts
Smoke comin' out the 'Rari hood
Nigga, I could fuck Nicki if Safaree could
Motivation for all my niggas that's watchin'
All my niggas from Watts and South Central and Compton
I wish you could of been a fly on the wall in my dope spot
Leanin' with it tucked in my drawers and I hope not
'Cause doin' 25 to life is a roadblock
Welcome to my last album, Nip, time to close shop

[Nipsey Hussle:]
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga (Broke, nigga)
All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga (Work, nigga)
All my niggas came up sellin' dope, nigga (Dope, nigga)
Why the fuck you think they call us dope niggas?
Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (No hope, nigga)
Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas)
This for all my dawgs and my locs', nigga (Locs', nigga)
Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga (Ropes, nigga)

[The Game:]
Fire to the spoon put you on the moon
Make America Great Again? You a fuckin' coon
And you niggas wonder why I'm unenthused?
'Cause hard bottoms trump runnin' shoes
And the less you know, the longer you live
And the more you know, they tappin' your crib
My niggas that say they got shot and actually did
Who never thought what happened to Pac would happen to B.I.G?
What happened to L, what happened to Proof, and Jam Jay though?
Hip-hop'll lean on you, R.I.P. to Fredo
Young niggas stay woke, old niggas stay woke
It's rainin' hollow tips, I'm drippin' in this Gucci raincoat
Security won't pat me, niggas won't at me
Same nigga that saved the West with a bald head and some khakis
Watchin' Kendrick show while Top Dawg dap me
This my last album, muhfucker, I hope you happy

[Nipsey Hussle:]
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga (Broke, nigga)
All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga (Work, nigga)
All my niggas came up sellin' dope, nigga (Dope, nigga)
Why the fuck you think they call us dope niggas?
Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (No hope, nigga)
Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas)
This for all my dawgs and my locs', nigga (Locs', nigga)
Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga (Ropes, nigga)

This shit's over
Say this your last shit, I don't believe you, Chuck
I remember L.A.X., nigga
Bring that beat back for me though, I gotta say somethin'
Yeah, Chuck, what up?

I was like, 'Fuck rap music', I'm gon' rob me a bank
Starvin' artists ain't my style, that shit'll drive me insane
Gave my mind to these millions and my heart to the game
Probably die up in these streets but I survive through my name
Every nigga 'round me killers and I doubt it'd change
If the police get behind us, we go out with a bang
Early 2000s, Murder Inc. was a shame
We was sayin' bullets got no names
Nigga we was charismatic on these corners like 2Pac on stage
But, fuck a dream if it's not gon' pay
You feel me?
White socks, hat with my Glock on waist
Couldn't tell me I was not O'Shea
Posted at the Quick 'N Split, don't get caught on tape
'Cause they put them cameras up since they shot Quinn Shay
Chuck, I remember your white Range
Slauson Ave., ran up on you, gave you my mixtape
Now

[The Game:]
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga
All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga
All my niggas came up sellin' dope, nigga
Why the fuck you think they call us dope nigga?
Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga
Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, nigga?
This for all my dawgs and my locs', nigga
Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga
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Help Me (Interlude) lyrics - The Game (feat. Sly)

Say it ain't so
Oh, say it ain't so
I've been hustling all this time for a better tomorrow in vain
Know that I, I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I meant to cause you any pain
(Never meant to cause you)

Oh, I, I blame it all on me
Lord knows that I could've been there
(Could've been there)
When you needed me but I'm here now
(Fought the whole world)
Fighting back the tears, I can't believe I gotta say goodbye
It's too soon to cry for you
Forgive me momma that I, I'm fighting back the tears
I can't believe my little brother died
Way too soon, cry for you

No, hell no
I'm thinking 'bout setting it off
(Thinking 'bout setting it off)
Thinking 'bout killing them all
(Thinking 'bout killing them all)
They say retaliation is mandatory

Lord help me
(Lord help me to walk away)
Lord help me
(Lord help me to walk away)
Lord help me
(Lord help me to walk away)
And that your will be done
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I Didn't Wanna Write This Song lyrics - The Game (feat. Marsha Ambrosius)

[DOM KENNEDY:]
Your son wonder when you comin' home
I wonder why you couldn't make it home?
I wonder why they love you when you gone?
I wonder if they know how much they miss you?
Crenshaw, now they yellin', "Crenshaw"
Crenshaw, now they wearin' Crenshaw
I wonder why they love you when you gone?

[Marsha Ambrosius (The Game):]
I wonder if you're there right now {Right now}
(Ayy, Dom)
I wonder
(Ayy, this classic shit, Dom)
I wonder f you're really listenin' to what I feel right now?
(This L.A. shit)
I wonder
I'm hopin' give the peace that'll make 'em really care right now
(Throw them dubs up)
(One time for our nig)
But you're gone and it just isn't fair right now, right now
(We got the world lit)
On God, the work is never done
(We love you, Nip)
How could they die young? Used to be my son
Even when it waivers, the pain I feel is numb
Know that you were loved, yeah
I didn't wanna write this song

[The Game:]
Didn't wanna write it, so it's from the heart
Even brought your homie from Leimert park
Smokin' papers on Vernon for the hurt
Reminiscin', you in black sand, built it from the dirt
Los Angeles, the gift and a curse
Focused on your neighborhood but you shifted the earth
You had the Staples Center packed like a church
Whole South Central put they hands on your hearse
I wonder if Heaven got a Slauson
You with Biggie and Pac, look at you, big at the bosses
Headed to a marathon, look at your nigga, he flossin'
Your legacy untouchable like Armenian Crosses
On the days that I'm feelin' exhausted, think about uncle Snoop at the funeral talkin'
This type of shit you don't see that often
Stevie Wonder singin', he can't even see your coffin

[Marsha Ambrosius:]
I wonder if you're free right now, yeah
I wonder if you're happy, are you livin' out your dreams right now?
I hope the angels are givin' you your wings right now
The hardest things that I had to sing right now
Right now, right now
Oh, God
The best was yet to come
How could they die young? Used to the be sun even when it rains, yeah
Pain I feel is numb
You'll always be loved
I didn't wanna write this song

[The Game:]
Ayy, shit sound like it look
All the history you made, nigga, I could write a book
You had the Eight Treys walkin' with the 60s
I witnessed it all, you was right there with me
From Eritrea to South Central
From South Central to Brooklyn, look at what you been through
Mind over matter, yeah, it's all mental
But I still don't trust 12 when I see 'em in my rearview
Six years ago, I could of been you
Me and some of my old homies had the same issues
If I come, tell God to let me in
Give 'em the room next to Aaliyah with ESPN
You got years fallin' down the cheeks of Mexicans
You got a number in my phone I can't text again
And if they killed you, they could kill Game
But I don't mind dyin' if it's gon' bring real change

[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Say hi to the sky, now it's your turn to fly
Still we cry (Still we cry)
I wish I could have protected you there
Just say hi to the sky, now it's your turn to fly
Still we cry, cry, cry
Still we cry, yeah
Cry, cry
I cry
Didn't wanna write this song

[DOM KENNEDY (Marsha Ambrosius):]
Dear Rap game, we can't take no more losses
Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle
King of L.A., Slauson
Clap for 'em
Clap for 'em
Marathon Continues
(I didn't wanna write this song)
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The Code lyrics - The Game (feat. 21 Savage)

[21 Savage (The Game):]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[The Game:]
I was young, black, and ashy, '42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket
Throwin' up Blood to any car that ever pass me
Gangbang classy
Gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna dap me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
I'm from Compton where the bitches carry ratchets
And niggas in wheelchairs ain't never heard of Degrassi
Raw hand, I'm gutter, Dre had to Aftermath me
Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee
First album classic, second album classic
So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight to the Cassies
N.Y.C., top-down, B.I.G. blastin'
Nas said I'd be a legend, nigga, don't gas me
Hot in '97, Funk Flex had to ask me:
"How you make out that beef with Hov?"
Nigga, my passion

I was in New York the first time I heard "Dear Summer" on Hot 97
Top of the W Hotel, 54th & Broadway
Lookin' out my window at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
It's still West Side though

[21 Savage (The Game):]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops, Fuck 12)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[The Game:]
See the thing I miss about hip hop the most
Was the storytelling
That B.I.G. shit, that Nas shit, that Slick Rick shit
That Tribe Called Quest
You know that, that cruisin' the street in my '64, R.I.P. to Eazy
I ain't got nothin' against new hip hop, I fuck with all you niggas
And remember, nigga, I was young too, let's go

Made it out the hood and some, I'm on my fourth passport
God gave me all this shit, I ain't have to ask for it
Gold things on a '97 Honda Passport
Black ski mask on, runnin' from the task force
Uzi, had the cash for it, and I had the stash for it
Foot on the brake, hit the wipers, open the dashboard
Sold drugs, made straight A's, and I was playin' sports
Youngin' and fresh, six bricks inside of Jansport
Fast forward, countin' this money on Aftermath fort
Bought a new Ferrari, gave my bitch ten stacks
Told her, "Don't come back here," 'til she got a ass for it
Told her, "Run through MAC and then Louis to get a bag for it"
I give you classics when you ask for it
I Vince Carter-ed everything Just Blaze threw off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door

[21 Savage (The Game):]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (Soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Woo)

[21 Savage:]
Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang-bang (Bang)
Gang-gang, get a nigga stabbed in the chain gang
Lieutenant like I'm Dan Wayne, bring the major pain-pain
Candle-light, falsified, fish fried, gang gang
All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G shit (C)
When I'm with the chopper, watch a nigga get seasick (Sea)
Throwin' up the pyramid, like I'm from Egypt (Gang)
The hunnid round see-through, y'all so see-through (Bop)
I know real Crips and they say they never see you
Just
Just like Clifford, I'm the big red blood, ayy
Glock.45, get a big red slug
You ain't blood, you a bitch, you a big red stud (Oh)
Way before the rap, I trapped it out the coal
I didn't know how the water whip, I straight dropped the dough (Oh)
All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt
I ain't got no license, so I gotta wear my seatbelt (Skrrt)
I do this shit myself, nigga, I don't need no help
Walk up on 'em with that, God help me, he a priest now (Bop)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Posted on the block, Dusse-Dusse in my sock
Feel like Mozzy, I got one up top (Yeah)
Couple years, real niggas gonna be extinct (Bam)
Bitch, I got a MAC-10 under this mink (Hey)
Pull up, let it blink, nigga, I don't think (Oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (Straight up)

[21 Savage (The Game):]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (Soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Woo)
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Stay Down lyrics - The Game (feat. Bryson Tiller)

[Bryson Tiller:]
You say ain't trill, you right
Huh
Still, yeah
So go and tell me why

Why you upset (Yeah), why you frownin' (Why)
Why you frownin', why you down, and (Yeah)
Niggas wildin', love to waste time, and (That's right)
Play her like violin, I had to dial in (Phone-up, yeah)
Yeah, I had to dial-up, you was the angel
That got assigned him
You had to change him, had to remind him
Love was a danger, right then I chimed in (I had to chime in)
Why even try him, you ain't on the side, and
And if it's not him, I guess it's mine then
I played the side then, guess I'm the main now
Got a man, boy can run and play games now (Play the games now)
I know it's strange how (Yeah), you get the praise now
You get the claim now
Things been so much different since I came 'round
She say, "Damn," like she trippin' out the Greyhound
Call me (Call me), soon as the plane down when you saw me (Girl, yeah)
Smiles on your face now 'till your jaws weak (Yeah)
Ain't nobody else is all me (It's all me)
Since you met me it was all me (Yeah), for real (Real)

[Bryson Tiller {Both}:]
'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin' (Evenin')
I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it)
If he was decent, wait 'till you see this (Yeah)
I better love you, more than he can (More than he can)
{'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin'}
{I give you real love, when you need it}
If he was decent, wait 'till you see this
I better love you, more than he can

[The Game {Both}:]
Wake up, break up, make up, play fuck
Lay up, no sleep, no sex, say less
Get dressed, then trade up
Two cribs, revolvin' doors, A.M., P.M
I'm in, I'm out, she stressed, she saw a DM
And I'm still not a player, but you a hater
New elevator to the top, hah, see you later, I'm gone
New A.P., pimped out piece
In-house cheeks, Z4 pimped out seats
Penthouse, sweet, lease with an option to buy
Coppin' the five-oh Benz, for when I'm not in the sky
Puffin' a lot, sippin' on that Cliquot
Up in the Benz, he throw with this freak hoe
Drippin' like I'm G Perico
I ain't a player, I just crush a lot
Throw up the Duss', I'm about gettin' loot
And I knock those boots on that Roosevelt roof
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player, I just crush a lot
Game until it lit, and still got what you lookin' for
Stay down, stay down, {stay down}

[Bryson Tiller {Both}:]
'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin' (Evenin')
I give you real love, when you need it (When you need it)
If he was decent, wait 'till you see this (Yeah)
I better love you, more than he can (More than he can)
{'Till the mornin', 'till the evenin'}
{I give you real love, when you need it}
If he was decent, wait 'till you see this
I better love you, more than he can

[Outro:]
I don't wanna be a player no more
Game until it lit, and still got what you lookin' for
Stay down, stay down, stay down
I don't wanna be a player no more
Game until it lit, and still got what you lookin' for
Stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down
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Hug The Block lyrics - The Game

My daddy died, I paid for his whole funeral
I get it, I was supposed to
But after that, if you knew what I had to go through
You would understand why I wanted inside that hole to
You ain't even give me a hug or a pound yet
Askin' for money daddy ain't even in the ground yet
That ain't what bros do
How you spend your whole life with a stranger you call your brother that don't know you
2006 Bentley coupe parked at Nobu
I was your bulletproof vest when them Crips tried to smoke you
Shit be hurtin' my heart so I approached you
We on the same team but you think I'm tryna coach you
I was in first class I looked back you was mad so I gave up my seat and sat in coach to
Here's somethin' to toast to
I bought the weed the blunts you smoked that and the roach to

All this stress got me pourin' shots
Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block
You supposed to be my family but I know you not
All this stress got me pourin' shots
Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block
You supposed to be my family but I know you not

Over a bitch dawg, all this shit over a bitch dawg
I mean really over this bitch dawg
I was LeBron, you were supposed to be my Rich Paul
Baby to Slim when a nigga got rich dawg
But your love turn to hate that's what we split for
When the fuck you get soft
And start talkin' behind my back like baby mamas when they pissed off
I couldn't fuck with your energy when the shits off
Hate it or love it video inside that 64
Me and 50 was the twin towers
You hit us from the inside and watch both them shits fall
I almost died you didn't save me then
You ain't patch the bullet holes in my Mercedes Benz
You hate me now, you hate me then
I remember the way you looked at me in my baby crib
My brother's keeper, right?

All this stress got me pourin' shots
Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block
You supposed to be my family but I know you not
All this stress got me pourin' shots
Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block
You supposed to be my family but I know you not

I can't believe this life took my pops
We fightin' each other and we both look like pops
Nah, I take that back I look like pops
And when I see you you look like opps
You look like Biggie, I look like Pac
Fuck it we can both die, all this shit is for nothin'
I'd kill my own brother I ain't bluffin'
It's a temptation of mine and you look like David Ruffin
I can see you all my enemies in a dark room
Or maybe I'm hallucinatin' like I'm off shrooms
But I'm not, you mad my life is a movie
And you been hatin' since turnin' off my cartoons
All this shit bottled inside I'm bout to blow up
Pimp the butterflies in my stomach before I throw up
So what I got this Hennessy, it's time to pour up
You 44 years old nigga, it's time to grow up

All this stress got me pourin' shots
Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block
You supposed to be my family but I know you not
All this stress got me pourin' shots
Can't hug my daddy so I hug the block
You supposed to be my family but I know you not
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Ask For Me lyrics - The Game

Aight, come on

Soon as Dre say what Dre, we on a yacht
Mediterranean Sea bangin' Dre Day, nigga
Goldchain like it's my payday, nigga
Two days away from land, yeah, mayday, nigga
Come on (Come on)
Dolphins hoppin' out the water like a '64 Impala, come on
You in the club tossin' dollars for bitches that suck and swallow
I rub the wood on a model like openin' night at Apollo
I give her the Captain's jack, she gon' feel like she in Astroworld tomorrow
T-shirts gettin' borrowed, sunsets in Monte Carlo

Ayy
Can you fill that glass for me?
Half Henny, half lemonade
Goin' up to renegade 'cause it's still Aftermath with me
Is it blasphemy if I take shots of holy water and ask the nun will she blast for me?
If I baptize a stripper, if she want me to tip her shake them titties and that ass for me
I told her I can't stay but here's where I stay
When you get there just ask for me

I got verses from Nas, beats from Swizz
Hooks from Blige, all that shit feedin' my kids
Took three to my side, two in my ribs
Bullet stuck in my leg, still, nigga, I'm here
Got samples from Blaze, killed shit from Premier
If niggas call my shit classic, it is what it is
Poured Lean with Wayne, ain't sipped it in years
After what happened to XXX, my vision is clear
I be like Cyclops, see niggas from five blocks
Ask your man, my superpower these five Glocks
Yachts with stash spots
My niggas is black ops
We fuckin' these white hoes and flickin' off black cops
I know I'm an asshole, I grew up a have-not
Now we dockin' in Caiman islands and then make a cash drop
Ferrari in backwoods, Chronic the mascot
So high I forgot this bitch name

Ayy
Can you fill that glass for me?
Half Henny, half lemonade
Goin' up to renegade 'cause it's still Aftermath with me
Is it blasphemy if I take shots of holy water and ask the nun will she blast for me?
If I baptize a stripper, if she want me to tip her shake them titties and that ass for me
I told her I can't stay but here's where I stay
When you get there just ask for me
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Stainless lyrics - The Game (feat. Anderson .Paak)

[Anderson.Paak:]
Rollin' on the 1-0-5 (1-0-5)
I don't drink when I drive (I don't think you know)
But I gotta do it high (Know)
Blowin' smoke in the sky (Smoke in the sky)
It's something you should try (Something you should try)
Swear to God it's a vibe (Know)
Got the stainless on my side (Stainless on my side)
This pretty thing by my side (I don't think you know)
Say she rollin' with the vibe (Know)
And she rollin' with the vibe (Rollin' with the vibe)
And she rollin' with the, vibe (And she rollin' with the, vibe)

2AM I was all alone (Alone)
Lamborghini truck in the and the Sade song (Sade song)
All day long just callin' my phone (Phone)
You and your friends wanna tag along
2AM I was all alone (Alone)
Lamborghini truck in the and the Sade song (Sade song)
All day long just callin' my phone (Phone)
You and your friends wanna tag along

You and your friends
You and yours (You and yours)
You and yours (You and yours)
You and your friends
You and yours (You and yours)
You and yours (You and yours)

[The Game:]
If I'm stuntin' then I'm stuntin'
If I'm drippin' then I'm drippin'
Lambo truck with blue laces tell Nipsey it's crippin'
Zero to sixty still shoot it with precision, these are grown man bars
You niggas sit down while you pissin'
Picture me rollin' like Pac, nigga
But I ain't Pac, nigga
I be in that Bimmer with a cock, nigga
Death Row chain just for the trip, I'm not affiliated
West Side nigga so they really hate it
I be out in Las Vegas, at the MGM
By the crap tables in some MCM
And it's Monday I'm lookin' like somebody MCM
Niggas better watch their bitches, I be in DMs
Baby Lane killed Pac, niggas killed Baby Lane
Bountry was bustin' back, Heron died in his chain
A Fatal car crash killed Fatal Hussein
RIP Kadafi, ridin' down memory lane

[Anderson.Paak:]
Rollin' on the 1-0-5 (1-0-5)
I don't drink when I drive (I don't think you know)
But I gotta do it high (Know)
Blowin' smoke in the sky (Smoke in the sky)
It's something you should try (Something you should try)
Swear to God it's a vibe (Know)
Got the stainless on my side (Stainless on my side)
This pretty thing by my side (I don't think you know)
Say she rollin' with the vibe (Know)
And she rollin' with the vibe (Rollin' with the vibe)
And she rollin' with the, vibe (And she rollin' with the, vibe)

2AM I was all alone (Alone)
Lamborghini truck in the and the Sade song (Sade song)
All day long just callin' my phone (Phone)
You and your friends wanna tag along
2AM I was all alone (Alone)
Lamborghini truck in the and the Sade song (Sade song)
All day long just callin' my phone (Phone)
You and your friends wanna tag along

You and your friends
You and yours (You and yours)
You and yours (You and yours)
You and your friends
You and yours (You and yours)
You and yours (You and yours)

[The Game:]
I went from wantin' to be Suge, to hatin' Suge, to fuckin' with him
28 years' a long ass time, it's fuckin' with him
Talked to him on the phone the other day
'Bout how he could've signed me before Dre, now I'm back in LA
Ridin' down Sunset with my clip full
Watchin' the sunset 'cause this shit cool
Life be like that, I'm just tryna catch a vibe, nigga
See some bitches, roll some trees and get high nigga
Run up on my Lambo, that's suicide nigga
Pistol grip, pump on my lap at all time
If the nigga Bron Bron rap, it's prolly sound like this
Somewhere between Cube and Kiss, I can't miss
Documentary, Doctor's Adv'
When niggas was really going platinum on the 'math
Executive produced by Dr. Dre but that's the past
Believe it now, you play with Dre's name, I'm on your ass

[Anderson.Paak:]
Rollin' on the 1-0-5 (1-0-5)
I don't drink when I drive (I don't think you know)
But I gotta do it high (Know)
Blowin' smoke in the sky (Smoke in the sky)
It's something you should try (Something you should try)
Swear to God it's a vibe (Know)
Got the stainless on my side (Stainless on my side)
This pretty thing by my side (I don't think you know)
Say she rollin' with the vibe (Know)
And she rollin' with the vibe (Rollin' with the vibe)
And she rollin' with the, vibe (And she rollin' with the, vibe)
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Gangstas Make The Girls Go Wild lyrics - The Game (feat. Chris Brown)

[Intro:]
Girls go wild (Girls go wild)
Make the girls go wild

[The Game:]
Hundred million dollars and we straight (And we straight)
Summer rush, yeah, I'ma house out on that lake (On that lake)
Granny told me, "Go be great" (Go be great)
Drip like the kitchen sink while you smilin' in they face, yeah
Never late, forever straight
Heavyweights, don't make us demonstrate
Industry niggas be actin' hella fake
Let me smoke and medicate before I fuck around and catch a case
Shit, we do this every day
They hatin', nigga, let 'em hate
Bring this Draco to your living room and let it decorate
Some of my niggas Crips, some Blood, we don't segregate
Spread these bottles 'round the club, we got hella crates
Standin' on these couches tryna elevate
We in the V.I.P. surrounded by yellow tape
And it's my twenty-second year off of Section 8
Might kiss Ella Mai in the mouth just to celebrate

[Chris Brown:]
Rain down, let you hair hang down in the summertime
And the gangstas make the girls go wild
Baby, know we up though
And nothin' but a G thang
Always strapped up, no problem (No problem)
Put your cup in the air
It's a gangsta party, blow it in the air, baby
I want all the smoke, bring it over here, baby
Got you on call, bang on this, babe
I'ma pull your card
Girl, gangstas make the girls go wild

[The Game:]
.38s on the reds vonny tank
Black and gold, breeze through like a New Orleans Saint
DM your bitch, think I ain't?
Gon' hit the Met Gala steps with her drippin' like some wet paint
Do what I want, nigga, this L.A
I hit a switch and had the Impala squeakin' like Michel'le
And this chain cost a hundred K, try to take it
I catch fades like Obie Jay
We out in Vegas playin' spades at the Mandalay
We gotta make it, shit, it really ain't no other way
Stay dangerous, keep it on you 'case you gotta spray
Try and get all your niggas out the hood and buy some real estate
Motivate, been 15 years since I sold an eighth
Ten bands in every pocket got me feelin' overweight
My ex bitch came back around like a rollerskate
I told her ass, "If you can't roll a blunt, you can't roll the Wraith"

[Chris Brown:]
Rain down, let you hair hang down in the summertime
And the gangstas make the girls go wild
Baby, know we up though
And nothin' but a G thang
Always strapped up, no problem (No problem)
Put your cup in the air
It's a gangsta party, blow it in the air, baby
I want all the smoke, bring it over here, baby
Got you on call, bang on this, babe
I'ma pull your card
Girl, gangstas make the girls go wild
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Blood Thicker Than Water lyrics - The Game (feat. Trey Songz)

[Trey Songz:]
Ooh, no, no, no
Yeah, bloodstains dripping from my eyes
Pain got me lookin' to the sky
Ayy, Streetrunner, you know the history
Blood's thicker than water

[The Game:]
The best rapper alive ain't up for debate
'Cause every time you challenge the throne, niggas hate
Just like your neighborhood, niggas smile when they in your face
Conspire behind your back and then show up to your wake
That shit fake, whatever it takes, you gotta defeat those odds
And don't trust nobody on this Earth except your mama and God
Niggas showin' they true colors, you don't even ask why
'Cause niggas always watch you cook, they want a slice of your pie
Ain't even surprised, keep your eye on the prize and aim for the sky
You was born by yourself and that's the way you gon' die
Get the fuck up off your ass and stop wastin' your time
Don't get discouraged by no mountain, that shit easy to climb
You gotta do it at your own pace just like I tell my son
I can't do this for you, bro, you gotta win your own race
Stop walkin' around this mansion with the long face
Look at everything your daddy accomplished when on faith
And remember, the real see through the fake
You gotta grind through this shit, you do whatever it takes
You gotta take of who you love, give your mama continuous hugs
Stop havin' all these expectations from people who ain't your blood

[Trey Songz:]
Yeah
Bloodstains drippin' from my eyes (My eyes)
Pain got me lookin' to the sky
Why, oh why?
Oh why, oh, why?
Blood is thicker than water
Spend my whole life tryin' not to die (My whole life)
Only time that I feel alive
When I look in your eyes

[The Game:]
I know life ain't easy, I know death is hard
I know pain, I been to funerals, seen families scarred
Look at my skin, all these tattoos, bullet wounds, and scars
Can't nobody tell me shit, I used to sleep in my car
I know that life ain't easy, I know death is hard
I know tears can sometimes drown a broken heart
I know it's hard to make it up when you was down from the start
I know I ain't goin' back, I've came too far
Life ain't easy, it ain't supposed to be
Ain't none of you niggas gon' fuck over me
I walk with God and I'ma stay clutchin' these Rosaries
You ain't gotta be on my side, I keep a Glock 9 close to me
Bulletproof Rolls the color of a coca leaf
AK-47 under my chauffeur seat
They killin' niggas in Compton, some of y'all hope it's me
That thought alone make niggas paranoid, so watch how you approachin' me

[Trey Songz:]
Yeah
Bloodstains drippin' from my eyes (My eyes)
Pain got me lookin' to the sky
Why, oh why?
Oh why, oh, why?
Blood is thicker than water
Spend my whole life tryin' not to die (My whole life)
Only time that I feel alive
When I look in your eyes
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Rewind II lyrics - The Game

[The Game:]
The bullet comes out of his head back in the Draco
I moonwalk back to the car, gun on my waist
Take the ski mask off of my face, blunt flies back in the trunk
Between my index and my middle finger, it's stuck
Inhale the smoke, take a puff
Drivin' in reverse, proceed to light it up
'Matic still Nas to listenin'
It's me and the opp, gets further in distance, hand on my watch
Movin' backwards, the Chronic jumps out the back wood
As the leaf waits for the guts and rolls itself back up
Text from a bitch sayin', "Eat to going still"
Put my phone back in my pocket, took my knee off the wheel
Hand on my wheel, my car in drive, foot on the gas
Up the freeway ramp, adjust the rearview and look at my past
Speed goin' back up on the dash as I listen to Hill, Lauryn, and uncrumble all of this hash
Back in the carpool, flippin' off 12
The window rolls down and in comes pistachio shells
Cutie smilin' at me, I unthrew up the deuce
Triple one-two, three-one-three, three-one-two
On the side of a purple Maserati, wonder if she got a body up
Or should I think I? It's a hottie
Goin' down on the up ramp, creep slow, back to the light
I'ma kill 'em 'fore the end of the night
Talkin' on my burner cell like, "At he where?"
Back into a parkin' spot, handicap in the mirror
Car door opens, my nigga out yells, "Woo-Su"
Windows roll up, I'm thinkin' to myself, "Who these niggas in this coupe?"
Back in the store, woods back in my hand
Sit 'em on the counter as he hands me back my Benz
And says, "Nigga my, you thank," I pass him a coke can
10, 000 goes back in my pocket in rubber bands
Back to the whip in rewind, back to the spot
Walkin' up the stairs backwards, the clip comes outta the Glock
The key goes back in the lock
I walk in facin' out, take my shoes off and fall on the couch
This bitch takes my dick out of her mouth
Stands back up and tells me what her day was about
We hug as her clothes fly up to her hands, lip singin' B Cardi while she dance
Tapes Bundy Ted, credits roll down, chill and Netflix
As I unfasten the latch on my cuban link necklace
She gave me a second hug for the first time
Walks outta the door back in the Uber as I'm cleanin' my.9
I sit it down right next to my phone
Go back to sleep and undream about Rihanna runnin' 'round in a thong
Woke up tired and went back to the booth
Sample God's Sons, rewind it and wrote it backwards to a loop

[Nas:]
Listen up gangsters and honeys with your hair done
Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son
Dawg, whatever they call you, God, just listen
I spit a story backwards, it starts at the endin'

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One Life lyrics - The Game (feat. J. Stone & Masego)

[The Game:]
One life, nigga, one love
Reach them heights and keep goin' up
Hundred miles and runnin', we ain't slowin' up
15 Bentleys back to back, yeah, they know it's us
They know it's us
Hit them lights and come glow with us
Yeah, throw them dice and keep rollin' up
Had to earn them stripes when we was growin' up
Niggas see you make it out, they hate to show you love

[Masego:]
I'm honestly a better man
An odyssey, a river ends
I gotta speak it from within
A lot of tree, a lot of gems

[The Game:]
Bottle all that hate and bring it over here
Don't be scared, accept your fate, mind over fear
How many funerals I done been to all these years?
Got it tatted on my face so I don't shed a tear
Just so we clear, niggas been hatin' on me my whole career
Catchin' fades while the little homies hold my beer
Had to move out of Compton, too much tension here
Glock on my lap, I'm in this Lamborghini switchin' gears
I been rappin' at this level for like 15 years
My nigga Pup had been in solitary my whole career
I know my purpose, kill any nigga that wanna interfere
Shoot that nigga, pick up the shell, keep it for a souvenir, yeah
It's hard to smile when you losin' peers
Paint on that Grand National lookin' like some new veneers
All black tint, they lookin' at it like, "Who in there?"
This L.A., think twice before movin' here
You only got

One life, nigga, one love
Reach them heights and keep goin' up
Hundred miles and runnin', we ain't slowin' up
15 Bentleys back to back, yeah, they know it's us
They know it's us
Hit them lights and come glow with us
Yeah, throw them dice and keep rollin' up
Had to earn them stripes when we was growin' up
Niggas see you make it out, they hate to show you love

[Masego:]
I'm honestly a better man
An odyssey, a river ends
I gotta speak it from within
A lot of tree, a lot of gems

[J. Stone:]
Yeah, sellin' my own taste to put food on the dinner plate
I used to curb syrup but it was better on that interstate
You could tell what's on my belt to know I'm heavyweight
My .45 compliment the Louie, I'm forever straight
I was grindin' on the steps just to make a profit
I was tryna get a check, I'm just bein' honest
We was taught to stay solid and remain loyal
My reputation good and my game royal
We was cookin' crack, makin' cocaine boil
Invade your block with my troopers like we came for oil
We gave up our childhood just to go on Slauson
When you see that yellow tape, nigga, you know it's caution
Nigga, you ain't been against all odds
Nigga, you ain't been to Crenshaw High, no, no
Nigga, you ain't never did drive-bys
Nigga, you ain't never seen shots fired, nope, quiet

[The Game:]
The Cincinnati fitted made me a marked man
By the Parma blocks and 12 sittin' inside that parked van
Pacin' to the store, pocket full of hard tin
Let me get a Old English, yeah, the tall can
It really ain't no options when you born in Compton
Shoot at your opps and keep them cops out 'til they bring the SWAT in
They told Dre not to sign that nigga, "He a hot head"
The Documentary went Diamond, that's what brought Dot in
I'm a gangbanger, fuck your top 10
Tell your engineer make space and get your ass boxed in
I never fold
Under pressure I ain't gon' never break
I never told
I never snitch, I never hesitate to pull my .9
Empty the clip and if I get caught, I'ma do my time
I took the risk, counted my losses, I'ma die for mine
My kids first, my mama second
On my daddy grave, you don't wanna test it, nigga

One life, nigga, one love
Reach them heights and keep goin' up
Hundred miles and runnin', we ain't slowin' up
15 Bentleys back to back, yeah, they know it's us
They know it's us
Hit them lights and come glow with us
Yeah, throw them dice and keep rollin' up
Had to earn them stripes when we was growin' up
Niggas see you make it out, they hate to show you love

[Nina Simone:]
My job is to, somehow, make them curious enough
Or persuade them, by hook or crooked, to get more aware of themselves and where they came from
And what they are into and what is already there to bring it out
This is what compels me to compel them
And I will do it by whatever means necessary
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Cross On Jesus Back lyrics - The Game (feat. D Smoke)

[The Game:]
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black

[D Smoke:]
Sober, look
How many people endure that judgment?
The steeple is meant to usher the presence of Higher Power
But the reverend desires showers with seven virgins
And hours of heaven, lustful pleasures
A couple C cups and the essence enough to keep blood rushin', I fuck with her heavy
I might jump in her belly
I might summon her friends just so we all function like Eddie
I treat it like an animal plus the camera's on steady
Do my damage then go scramble leaf panties like levies
They gon' judge me no matter what I do, uh
So I keep my halo with a peace sign. give a fuck 'bout you
When I recline, I'ma need a fee, never get enough, I knew
I barely even touched my food, we skipped the appetizers
When I slip inside her, when I'm done, I'm like, "What the fuck I do?"
Now her head's on my sleeve, my hand's on her weave
She wanna stay and parlay and conversate over trees
But now I'm ready to leave
And now I'm just wonderin' where my keys is at

[The Game:]
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black

One-Time 'bout to pull up
One-Time 'bout to pull up
Tell them niggas stop doin' pull-ups on the stop sign
Assembly line with this Glock 9
We don't toss that, tell her put in her purse
We live this real-life shit then put it in a verse
But this freak really askin' me, "Do them bullets really hurt?"
Can't answer no questions unless you really from the turf
But I can put you on
See your curves from them curves that I swerved up on
Legs so smooth, the type of thighs you sniff a bird up on
Fuck the summer walker, no many how many times we done heard that song
Daycare on your back, scoop them kids up with the shirt that's on
Back to the block where niggas active, no drama teachers
Pour O.E. out for our lost ones and stay elevated like Balenciaga sneakers
Inglewood to Compton, Space Jam's on, shot it out with monsters
13 to your back, Trispy Thomspon
K.G., I'm like the chopper had a conscious
Every nigga gotta watch how he movin'
Every picture got a nigga next to Judas
Every nigga got his own cross to bear
And that's the reason that

They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black

This is Ye's Sunday service with killer and murders
Must have heard us comin', don't let them niggas in the church with us
This is Ye's Sunday service with killer and murders
Must have heard us comin', don't let them niggas in the church with us
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Roadside lyrics - The Game (feat. Ed Sheeran)

My lawyer's son died in his sleep last night
Got me thinking 'bout who I was in my past life
To be surrounded by so much pain
I understand my karma but why is theirs the same?
Two good people, two amazing sons
Just yesterday they had both, now they raising one
I look at the clouds and just think
I could lose mine or they could lose me in one blink
When I think one day it all ends, I start to drink
And fathom suicide 'cause I was almost on the brink
And it feel like my family been jinxed
Ever since I found my grandmother stiff, leaning over the kitchen sink
I could cry enough tears to float Noah's Ark
Perfect health but she died of a broken heart
And after that, it was domino effect
First my uncle, then my daddy, I guess I'm in line next

I got lost on the roadside
Yeah, I lost my way
I give thanks to the most high
'Cause he kept me safe
Hope to God that I don't die
So I pray
If I go, momma don't cry
I was on the roadside
I was on the roadside

How come you can't learn a lesson until you go through it?
How come you can think about the past but can't go to it?
If I could, I would flow through it
Walk up to triple X's BMW window and stick a note to it
Tell him to drive off, the devil coming
Ever since he fell from heaven, he been trying to settle something
I keep the faith and try not to question God
But I gotta problem when I see innocent people die
I sympathise with Jews, I sympathise with blacks
Sympathise with Natives, America's yours if you want it back
Where the hunger at?
Probably under a tree in Mississippi, by the river, where they hung us at
If Jesus walked, why we all running laps?
Feel like ending racism further than where the Sun is at
A war to keep people from people, how dumb is that?
I guess we shouldn't put our thoughts on the front of hats

I got lost on the roadside
Yeah, I lost my way
I give thanks to the most high
'Cause he kept me safe
Hope to God that I don't die
So I pray
If I go, momma don't cry
I was on the roadside
I was on the roadside

Fall short and my soul will fly
Caught trippin' on the other side
I know it happen to me every time
Caught out on the roadside
Thumb high in the wind, ditch high
Tell my momma, I'ma be alright now
I'll be home in a few weeks, soon
Till then, I'll sing this song to you

I got lost on the roadside
Yeah, I lost my way
I give thanks to the most high
'Cause he kept me safe
Hope to God that I don't die
So I pray
If I go, momma don't cry
I was on the roadside

I got lost on the roadside
Yeah, I lost my way
I give thanks to the most high
'Cause he kept me safe
Hope to God that I don't die
So I pray
If I go, momma don't cry
I was on the roadside
I was on the roadside
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