[Hook:]
[The Game]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
[Nipsey]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours
[The Game]
Cedar
[Nipsey]
6 0
[The Game]
Wife beater
[Nipsey]
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
[The Game]
Nigga, mine all gold
[Nipsey]
Chuck
[The Game]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil for these palm trees and six fours
[Verse 1: Nipsey]
When you come from depression, to the lust for possessions
Gotta make an impression, but you can’t wait for your blessing
Model bitches stip naked, while I sip on this Texas
I’m pushing this German, jesus piece on my neclace
These niggas gon’ test ya, and these bitches is reckless
And that money go fast, I hope you paying yo’ taxes
All the questions they askin’, all the cameras that’s flashin’
All the stress that come with it, it’s like you hustling backwards
If you ain’t breaking the bank, so we go hard everyday
And the sacrificial lamb is just the part that you play
When you the first one in yo’ fam to have the heart to get paid
Had the smarts to switch lanes, had the guts to be brave
Now, and now you a star on the stage
And once they cut on them lights, no turning ‘em off, that’s part if the game
Wow, people caught up in your fame
And never will it be the same, this shit is expensive, the price that we pay, that’s why I..
[Hook:]
[The Game]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
[Nipsey]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours
[The Game]
Cedar
[Nipsey]
6 0
[The Game]
Wife beater
[Nipsey]
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
[The Game]
Nigga, mine all gold
[Nipsey]
Chuck
[The Game]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil for these palm trees and six fours
[Verse 2: The Game]
Clip tossin’, since niggas is brick flossin’
Now the bloods wit’ Slauson so niggas go get coffins
Comptons like NFL, niggas get hit often
Heavy but I green, make niggas forget Boston
Red bone bitch, she high on blue dolphins
Head game sick, she bi and switch often
It’s kush, bitch quit coughin’, my six got streets talkin’
Timbo, this shit scorchin’, got Bloods and Crips walkin’
It’s Nip, so get up off him, we like Biggie and Jigga mayne
And Nickerson’s Marcy, Bed-Stuy is Slauson
My flow somethin’ like Nassir, I should put a pause here
...Run and tell them niggas the God’s here
This California kush got me in God’s ear
We got them Ace of Spades, but ain’t no cards here
Just a Crip, a Blood, a couple exotic cars here
And these extra long clips like Lamars here, Nip
[Hook:]
[The Game]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
[Nipsey]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours
[The Game]
Cedar
[Nipsey]
6 0
[The Game]
Wife beater
[Nipsey]
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
[The Game]
Nigga, mine all gold
[Nipsey]
Chuck
[The Game]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil for these palm trees and six fours
[Repeat Hook:]
Keepin' It Real lyrics - The Game
I wanna talk to the World and tell em how I feel
How everytime I drop an album one of my niggas get killed
Make a nigga wanna stop spittin'
Plus Interscope be bullshittin' Scott Pippen
This is not livin'
Livin' is when you working a 9-5
Liftin' heavy ass boxes just to stay a-fucking-live
Nigga ain't got a car but he got drive
So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride
The world going crazy, niggas going crazy
They say the Illuminati affiliated Jay-Z
I'm in this Mercedes seeing how L.A be
My life should be a movie shot by Martin Scorsese
Gun's off safety niggas is Polamalu
The cops killed BIG and drove off in the Impala
And Pac did biz? just to get a couple dollars
Fuck rap, I shoulda took my black ass to college
[Hook]
I'm just tryna be real
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm just tryna be real
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm tryna see my kids through college before I gotta die
Still sayin' R.I.P Aaliyah 'fore I gotta fly
Niggas running out of time
So they doing homocide
Gotta take the stand tell the judge and jury their alibi
And they all racist so they giving boys 25
Stand up be a man, and stare straight into his momma eyes
And she still traumatised, her baby boy shot up
Kissed him on the forehead right before he got up
You shot him in the forehead twice before he got up
All over a bitch, nigga the devil wears Prada
Amber Rose wears nada
And that's how she should keep it
'cause you can go Tyra from wearing Victoria's Secrets
They say there's a secret society
To get notoriety from selling your soul to 'em
Nigga you ain't buying me
Only thing for sale is this Phantom
It's Aftermath, that's why I rep the A like Atlanta
[Hook]
They say I look like Kanye or Wale in this Louie napsack
Rather be them than them dumb niggas fucking with Kat Stacks
I smoke kush to get my mind right
I used to listen to Nas to get my rhymes tight
I used to sell them dimes and keep my 9 tight
But now I'm fucking them dimes, but in hindsight
Almost turned on my family for the limelight
And I'mma go see God when the times right
They say the purly gates white but my President black
My money green, the sky blue and that's where heaven is at
I don't carry a gat, but my niggas do
It's like my jumper is off, I let my niggas shoot
And don't none of my niggas do
Take the time to listen
I'll tell you what my niggas do
Scream Suwoo while they dumping out of Bentley coupes?
But I'm just tryna be a good nigga, master
And take this rap money and give this shit to the Pastor
[Hook]
How everytime I drop an album one of my niggas get killed
Make a nigga wanna stop spittin'
Plus Interscope be bullshittin' Scott Pippen
This is not livin'
Livin' is when you working a 9-5
Liftin' heavy ass boxes just to stay a-fucking-live
Nigga ain't got a car but he got drive
So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride
The world going crazy, niggas going crazy
They say the Illuminati affiliated Jay-Z
I'm in this Mercedes seeing how L.A be
My life should be a movie shot by Martin Scorsese
Gun's off safety niggas is Polamalu
The cops killed BIG and drove off in the Impala
And Pac did biz? just to get a couple dollars
Fuck rap, I shoulda took my black ass to college
[Hook]
I'm just tryna be real
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm just tryna be real
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm tryna see my kids through college before I gotta die
Still sayin' R.I.P Aaliyah 'fore I gotta fly
Niggas running out of time
So they doing homocide
Gotta take the stand tell the judge and jury their alibi
And they all racist so they giving boys 25
Stand up be a man, and stare straight into his momma eyes
And she still traumatised, her baby boy shot up
Kissed him on the forehead right before he got up
You shot him in the forehead twice before he got up
All over a bitch, nigga the devil wears Prada
Amber Rose wears nada
And that's how she should keep it
'cause you can go Tyra from wearing Victoria's Secrets
They say there's a secret society
To get notoriety from selling your soul to 'em
Nigga you ain't buying me
Only thing for sale is this Phantom
It's Aftermath, that's why I rep the A like Atlanta
[Hook]
They say I look like Kanye or Wale in this Louie napsack
Rather be them than them dumb niggas fucking with Kat Stacks
I smoke kush to get my mind right
I used to listen to Nas to get my rhymes tight
I used to sell them dimes and keep my 9 tight
But now I'm fucking them dimes, but in hindsight
Almost turned on my family for the limelight
And I'mma go see God when the times right
They say the purly gates white but my President black
My money green, the sky blue and that's where heaven is at
I don't carry a gat, but my niggas do
It's like my jumper is off, I let my niggas shoot
And don't none of my niggas do
Take the time to listen
I'll tell you what my niggas do
Scream Suwoo while they dumping out of Bentley coupes?
But I'm just tryna be a good nigga, master
And take this rap money and give this shit to the Pastor
[Hook]
Krazy lyrics - The Game
[Intro:]
Big things come in small packages motherfucker.
[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You dont really want it better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really ant it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
[Verse 1:]
Man look at the wheels the motherfucking wheels, black ?? bloods,
You niggas know the deal fuck lamborghini doors niga I ride stock and fuck you lil rap niggas homie I buy pac,
Dude told me long time ago joy is pain you sell 5 million records some shit gona change he was right I traded the coupe
And got me a range, no ice to black diamonds in my black wall chain, you know I'm gona ride and aint shit change
But the right to claim both sides (east side west side !) notorious ! nigas know me down in best style,
Blowing sticky with them crookland kids, hit switches on the brookland bridge speakers banging I'm going going,
Big took you there and game recognize game dont play me homie you think cuz I'm a millioner I wont spray you homey
[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
[Verse 2:]
Its only been 12 months I lost a few friends, had my baby mama bust the windows out of my bens,
Hip hop police on me every city I'm in well, hell me and low dipping again 3 wheel motion chrome spokes on the rims
Run up on us watch that.38 revolver spin I'm rich game bitch I made a few mill now the 64 impala got a paul wall grill
They say I moved out the hood I aint keeping it real so I took the projects back and put it on top of the hill I'm hungry,
Still rap like I aint got no deal, you can pop that cristal but niga I pop steel I'm going diamond I put that on my unborn child
Im almost dead I ran 99 miles bitches they used to diss me they feeling me now they say I rap like I'm from new york and they like my style
[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
[Bridge:]
This can be the day you get richer, this can be the day you try,
This can be the day you walk away or this can be the day you die
[Verse 3:]
Yeah motherfucker you hear my shit in the club when you do know 9 out of 10 times I'm in the club stop fucking with cristal
I cant pay that price I take a 20.40 ounces and a bucket of ice pour it on my nigas now they flooded with ice nigas
Hate me to mu death cuz I'm loving my life I can walk through any hood I payed that cost I aitn felt disco
Since I got shot in the hearth 27 years old put the ?? on the porch 27 covers from double xl to the source
Dr. dre choose me to cary the torch, I spit cuz the
D o c lost his voice
[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
Big things come in small packages motherfucker.
[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You dont really want it better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really ant it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
[Verse 1:]
Man look at the wheels the motherfucking wheels, black ?? bloods,
You niggas know the deal fuck lamborghini doors niga I ride stock and fuck you lil rap niggas homie I buy pac,
Dude told me long time ago joy is pain you sell 5 million records some shit gona change he was right I traded the coupe
And got me a range, no ice to black diamonds in my black wall chain, you know I'm gona ride and aint shit change
But the right to claim both sides (east side west side !) notorious ! nigas know me down in best style,
Blowing sticky with them crookland kids, hit switches on the brookland bridge speakers banging I'm going going,
Big took you there and game recognize game dont play me homie you think cuz I'm a millioner I wont spray you homey
[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
[Verse 2:]
Its only been 12 months I lost a few friends, had my baby mama bust the windows out of my bens,
Hip hop police on me every city I'm in well, hell me and low dipping again 3 wheel motion chrome spokes on the rims
Run up on us watch that.38 revolver spin I'm rich game bitch I made a few mill now the 64 impala got a paul wall grill
They say I moved out the hood I aint keeping it real so I took the projects back and put it on top of the hill I'm hungry,
Still rap like I aint got no deal, you can pop that cristal but niga I pop steel I'm going diamond I put that on my unborn child
Im almost dead I ran 99 miles bitches they used to diss me they feeling me now they say I rap like I'm from new york and they like my style
[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
[Bridge:]
This can be the day you get richer, this can be the day you try,
This can be the day you walk away or this can be the day you die
[Verse 3:]
Yeah motherfucker you hear my shit in the club when you do know 9 out of 10 times I'm in the club stop fucking with cristal
I cant pay that price I take a 20.40 ounces and a bucket of ice pour it on my nigas now they flooded with ice nigas
Hate me to mu death cuz I'm loving my life I can walk through any hood I payed that cost I aitn felt disco
Since I got shot in the hearth 27 years old put the ?? on the porch 27 covers from double xl to the source
Dr. dre choose me to cary the torch, I spit cuz the
D o c lost his voice
[Hook:]
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it better stop fronting cuz when the things come out we gona drop something
Let Me Know lyrics - The Game (feat. Jeremih)
[Game:]
Alright let's do it
Baby let me know if you'll let me
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
Baby let me know if you'll let me
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
[Game:]
Where the body cams at when they killed Sandra Bland though?
Where the justice system at when the cops go Rambo?
Black lives matter when we talkin' about Philando
But all lives matter when we talkin' bout Orlando
49 dead bodies, 83 in France though
They say Alton had a gun, we ain't see it in his hands though
We screamin' fuck the police but what about Dallas?
All these murders on the news
Every week it's another one, DJ Khaled
How we gon' respect the badge if you don't protect and serve?
They say life ain't a movie but it's feelin' like The Purge
And this rag in my pocket match the blood in the curb
Hear the shots in the hood but can they feel it in the 'burbs?
Turn on the news, get seduced by the words
And the noose on the black man's neck sounds absurd
Summer 16 look like more than a Drake song
And that's just this year, you forgot about Trayvon?
Baby you'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
Why it take 3 days for Obama to respond?
Cause Minnesota 3 days from the White House lawn
Trump and Hillary both cons
Backstab us like the bullets on in back of LaQuan
This ain't the game, I come to you as Jayceon
With both of my hands up, don't shoot on my palms
Tamir Rice was just a kid and unarmed
Them cops was Cleveland fans, you just killed the next Lebron
We just need a resolution
When did being detained become a fuckin' execution?
Turn on the news, my stomach turnin' to knots
As the world keep turnin', I'm about to turn into Pac
I'm so determined, I promise to sing a sermon
Every night a mother dreads like Busta in Higher Learnin'
Candles burnin' so we marchin' up the blocks
Moment of silence every time a body drops
When the killin' gon' stop?
If they stop killin' us will we stop killin' cops?
Baby, you'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
[Jeremih:]
Yeah, yeah
Now tell me, can you stand up?
Knowin' everybody can't stand us?
Don't they know that hate is a cancer?
Ask around, nobody got the answers
Now tell me, can you stand up?
Knowin' everybody can't stand us?
Didn't know we was livin' in Orlando
People dyin' with their hands up
Now I hope the whole world
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Uhhh, wake up, wake up, wake up
Let me know
Let me know
Somebody let me know
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Alright let's do it
Baby let me know if you'll let me
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
Baby let me know if you'll let me
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
[Game:]
Where the body cams at when they killed Sandra Bland though?
Where the justice system at when the cops go Rambo?
Black lives matter when we talkin' about Philando
But all lives matter when we talkin' bout Orlando
49 dead bodies, 83 in France though
They say Alton had a gun, we ain't see it in his hands though
We screamin' fuck the police but what about Dallas?
All these murders on the news
Every week it's another one, DJ Khaled
How we gon' respect the badge if you don't protect and serve?
They say life ain't a movie but it's feelin' like The Purge
And this rag in my pocket match the blood in the curb
Hear the shots in the hood but can they feel it in the 'burbs?
Turn on the news, get seduced by the words
And the noose on the black man's neck sounds absurd
Summer 16 look like more than a Drake song
And that's just this year, you forgot about Trayvon?
Baby you'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
Why it take 3 days for Obama to respond?
Cause Minnesota 3 days from the White House lawn
Trump and Hillary both cons
Backstab us like the bullets on in back of LaQuan
This ain't the game, I come to you as Jayceon
With both of my hands up, don't shoot on my palms
Tamir Rice was just a kid and unarmed
Them cops was Cleveland fans, you just killed the next Lebron
We just need a resolution
When did being detained become a fuckin' execution?
Turn on the news, my stomach turnin' to knots
As the world keep turnin', I'm about to turn into Pac
I'm so determined, I promise to sing a sermon
Every night a mother dreads like Busta in Higher Learnin'
Candles burnin' so we marchin' up the blocks
Moment of silence every time a body drops
When the killin' gon' stop?
If they stop killin' us will we stop killin' cops?
Baby, you'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
[Jeremih:]
Yeah, yeah
Now tell me, can you stand up?
Knowin' everybody can't stand us?
Don't they know that hate is a cancer?
Ask around, nobody got the answers
Now tell me, can you stand up?
Knowin' everybody can't stand us?
Didn't know we was livin' in Orlando
People dyin' with their hands up
Now I hope the whole world
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Uhhh, wake up, wake up, wake up
Let me know
Let me know
Somebody let me know
Wake up, wake up, wake up
M.I.A. (3 Heats) lyrics - The Game
[Chorus:]
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.
[Verse 1:]
Swear a nigga stunting but I do this every day.
Had them hoes bouncing on my dick like a Chevrolet.
Put on for my city nigga city on my face.
And I’m ‘bout to throw a party.
Tell Diddy send a case.
Fuck a square nigga I say it to his face.
Rat niggas quick to tell like a snitch nigga race.
My nigga Frank told me take your time baking cakes.
Gotta get to the money at a Indiana pace.
Nigga say they gon’ rob me.
Bitch you can miss me.
Stay strapped up like I’m 51, 50.
More gauge than the motherfucking pitcher.
Get your ass smoked like a swisha.
[Chorus:]
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.
[Verse 2:]
In that metal, where you headed nigga?
To the fucking gun range.
Fuck the paper nigga, shoot the whole fucking gun range.
Yelling out to cops soowoo here I come Wayne.
Bail only 100 thousand, nigga that’s your change.
Back on deuces, fronts on dubs.
Got a Bentley and a phantom bet this bitch don’t rub.
When you worth 20 mil, you can shine when it’s sunny.
Just turned 30 so I can’t be from Young Money.
It’s Young Money and it’s your money.
Niggas from the group then there’s niggas wit your money.
Hating on a real nigga cos he old and you not.
Cut his hair, got some tats now he think he Tupac.
Nigga pulled up at the club tryna floss.
Boy done grew a beard now he think he Rick Ross.
Say he selling birds can’t tell what it cost.
How the fuck you gon’ get a chicken off.
[Chorus:]
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.
[Verse 3:]
Nigga sold 10 million now they say I’m Hollywood.
If I sell 10 more, shit I prolly would.
I done drove every car, I done sold every drug.
Fucked all the hoes, popped every bottle in the club.
Hoes tryna give me pills bitch I ain’t into drugs.
Coconut Ciroc by the case gimme groupie love.
Grammy nominated, ain’t forgot ‘bout the stove.
Paint the phantom all red call that bitch Derrick Rose.
In and out of lanes, 24s insane.
Just to think I got this far from selling cocaine.
I’m a stand up nigga get your grands up nigga.
Take your ass to staples get your rubber bands up nigga.
Made all this fucking money what the fuck I’m gon’ cop now.
I don’t know but I’m coming through wit the top down.
Too much to live for my sons and my daughter.
One more and I’ma catch up to Tha Carter.
[Chorus:]
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.
[Verse 1:]
Swear a nigga stunting but I do this every day.
Had them hoes bouncing on my dick like a Chevrolet.
Put on for my city nigga city on my face.
And I’m ‘bout to throw a party.
Tell Diddy send a case.
Fuck a square nigga I say it to his face.
Rat niggas quick to tell like a snitch nigga race.
My nigga Frank told me take your time baking cakes.
Gotta get to the money at a Indiana pace.
Nigga say they gon’ rob me.
Bitch you can miss me.
Stay strapped up like I’m 51, 50.
More gauge than the motherfucking pitcher.
Get your ass smoked like a swisha.
[Chorus:]
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.
[Verse 2:]
In that metal, where you headed nigga?
To the fucking gun range.
Fuck the paper nigga, shoot the whole fucking gun range.
Yelling out to cops soowoo here I come Wayne.
Bail only 100 thousand, nigga that’s your change.
Back on deuces, fronts on dubs.
Got a Bentley and a phantom bet this bitch don’t rub.
When you worth 20 mil, you can shine when it’s sunny.
Just turned 30 so I can’t be from Young Money.
It’s Young Money and it’s your money.
Niggas from the group then there’s niggas wit your money.
Hating on a real nigga cos he old and you not.
Cut his hair, got some tats now he think he Tupac.
Nigga pulled up at the club tryna floss.
Boy done grew a beard now he think he Rick Ross.
Say he selling birds can’t tell what it cost.
How the fuck you gon’ get a chicken off.
[Chorus:]
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.
[Verse 3:]
Nigga sold 10 million now they say I’m Hollywood.
If I sell 10 more, shit I prolly would.
I done drove every car, I done sold every drug.
Fucked all the hoes, popped every bottle in the club.
Hoes tryna give me pills bitch I ain’t into drugs.
Coconut Ciroc by the case gimme groupie love.
Grammy nominated, ain’t forgot ‘bout the stove.
Paint the phantom all red call that bitch Derrick Rose.
In and out of lanes, 24s insane.
Just to think I got this far from selling cocaine.
I’m a stand up nigga get your grands up nigga.
Take your ass to staples get your rubber bands up nigga.
Made all this fucking money what the fuck I’m gon’ cop now.
I don’t know but I’m coming through wit the top down.
Too much to live for my sons and my daughter.
One more and I’ma catch up to Tha Carter.
[Chorus:]
I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body?
Nigga M.I.A.
Mama lyrics - The Game (feat. Sonyae)
[Intro:]
They say Henny make the world go 'round
[Verse 1:]
2Pac wouldn't been shit without his mama
Obama wouldn't be shit without his mama, and his baby mama
See my mama set me down when I was 12
She told me I was heaven while I always gave her hell
No role models, daddy in and out of jail
Caught up in the system where he trap us black males
Sippin' Henny as the world turn, close my eyes, see my mama face
I know she always kept me straight just like them graces
And even still, you gon' always will my black queen mama
Cause you never been no crack fiend mama
And even though you only son grew up to be a thug
You ain't never stopped showin' me love
[Hook - The Game & (Sonyae):]
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
[Verse 2:]
When we was little ass kids, fall in the dirt
You call your mama now you grown 'bout to get murked
Screamin' for your mama when it's on, funeral home
There go your mama wish you brought your ass home and left the drama alone
I had my mama waitin' by that window
Comin' home 3 in the morning, smellin' like indo
And even though we had some long nights we was friends though
Got my name from yo mama playin' Nintendo, you kicked me out
But you gon' always be my black queen mama
I bought your house servin' crack fiends mama
And even though you only son grew up to be a thug
You ain't never stopped showin' me love
[Hook - The Game & (Sonyae):]
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
[Verse 3:]
A man can't have a baby on his own
And even if that man leave, that mama stayin' strong
You know mama's baby, daddy's maybe, streets raise me
Granny save me, sweet Satan, what a lady
She carry you for 9 months
She got a baby in her stomach, she ain't cry once
You gon' always need your mama never loud front
When she get older, turn that favor when that time comes
And always remember she was there so we never needed health care
Too much pride so we ain't never been on welfare
And mama, before we leave this earth
My only wish is that I beat you to the dirt cause I know
[Hook - The Game & (Sonyae):]
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
[Outro:]
This song is dedicated to Lynette Marie Baker
Momma, I love her
Everything we been through, we went through together
Me, you and my little sisters
Take this time out
Thank all the mothers in the world just for stayin' strong
And I wanna say R.I.P. Afeni
I know you're happy you with 'Pac now
I know he aight, he got his mama
They say Henny make the world go 'round
[Verse 1:]
2Pac wouldn't been shit without his mama
Obama wouldn't be shit without his mama, and his baby mama
See my mama set me down when I was 12
She told me I was heaven while I always gave her hell
No role models, daddy in and out of jail
Caught up in the system where he trap us black males
Sippin' Henny as the world turn, close my eyes, see my mama face
I know she always kept me straight just like them graces
And even still, you gon' always will my black queen mama
Cause you never been no crack fiend mama
And even though you only son grew up to be a thug
You ain't never stopped showin' me love
[Hook - The Game & (Sonyae):]
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
[Verse 2:]
When we was little ass kids, fall in the dirt
You call your mama now you grown 'bout to get murked
Screamin' for your mama when it's on, funeral home
There go your mama wish you brought your ass home and left the drama alone
I had my mama waitin' by that window
Comin' home 3 in the morning, smellin' like indo
And even though we had some long nights we was friends though
Got my name from yo mama playin' Nintendo, you kicked me out
But you gon' always be my black queen mama
I bought your house servin' crack fiends mama
And even though you only son grew up to be a thug
You ain't never stopped showin' me love
[Hook - The Game & (Sonyae):]
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
[Verse 3:]
A man can't have a baby on his own
And even if that man leave, that mama stayin' strong
You know mama's baby, daddy's maybe, streets raise me
Granny save me, sweet Satan, what a lady
She carry you for 9 months
She got a baby in her stomach, she ain't cry once
You gon' always need your mama never loud front
When she get older, turn that favor when that time comes
And always remember she was there so we never needed health care
Too much pride so we ain't never been on welfare
And mama, before we leave this earth
My only wish is that I beat you to the dirt cause I know
[Hook - The Game & (Sonyae):]
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
(Mama, mama, mama)
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our mamas
[Outro:]
This song is dedicated to Lynette Marie Baker
Momma, I love her
Everything we been through, we went through together
Me, you and my little sisters
Take this time out
Thank all the mothers in the world just for stayin' strong
And I wanna say R.I.P. Afeni
I know you're happy you with 'Pac now
I know he aight, he got his mama
Martians Vs. Goblins (Remix) lyrics - The Game
[2PAC]
We finna do this shit like this
...Bitch I'm a muthafucking Martian
Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"
I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK
So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the motherfuckin hoes at?
Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches
[CHORUS]
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (Goddamn Goblin)
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (Just a goddamn Goblin)
Yeah, Bitch I'm a Muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin)
Muthafuckin Martian (Goddamn Goblin)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
[DMX]
We don't bark no more, we bite
Motherfucker from the heart, we can get this war on tonight
Ain't nuttin but a thang 'cause the camp gets busy
Fuckin' wit' the 'Line? It's a rizzy
Shit ain't the same, cats done changed the game
Fuck it, all y'all niggaz is lame, what's my motherfuckin' name?
(Come on) Twenty million records sold
While y'all niggaz is strugglin' to go gold!
Come on papi! Can't none of y'all niggaz stop me
Yahmean? Y'all niggaz is sloppy
What would the game be without me? Nada!
Cats talk about a whole lotta, Prada
Gucci Escada, Louis Vuitton
Come on, what up with what's really goin' on?
"What's hood?" Cats ain't killin' nuttin but a few minutes
I'm about to bury a box wit'chu in it
[CHORUS]
[THE GAME]
I do cause Tunechi always bless me (Ahtchoo)
He killed me on my own track, so what? Not you
Fuck you, I spit like I had kids with Erykah Badu
I fucked her on the day of that naked video shoot
I was sucking her pussy like it was wonton soup
Then I hit Lebron's mom in bron-bron's coupe
With Delante West taping, we had bon-bons too
With Cleveland cheerleaders, they had pom-poms too
I smacked them bitches wearing Bishop Don Juan's suit
(Where was Snoop?) I don't know, probably doing what the Crips do
But when I'm with my uncle, fuck it! Then I'm a Crip too
And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you
Now I'm the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu
Mad that DC comics overlooked me
Cause Captain America's straight pussy
[CHORUS]
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (Goddamn Goblin)
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (Just a goddamn Goblin)
Yeah, Bitch I'm a Muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin)
Mouthafuckin Martian (Goddamn Goblin)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
We finna do this shit like this
...Bitch I'm a muthafucking Martian
Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"
I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK
So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the motherfuckin hoes at?
Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches
[CHORUS]
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (Goddamn Goblin)
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (Just a goddamn Goblin)
Yeah, Bitch I'm a Muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin)
Muthafuckin Martian (Goddamn Goblin)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
[DMX]
We don't bark no more, we bite
Motherfucker from the heart, we can get this war on tonight
Ain't nuttin but a thang 'cause the camp gets busy
Fuckin' wit' the 'Line? It's a rizzy
Shit ain't the same, cats done changed the game
Fuck it, all y'all niggaz is lame, what's my motherfuckin' name?
(Come on) Twenty million records sold
While y'all niggaz is strugglin' to go gold!
Come on papi! Can't none of y'all niggaz stop me
Yahmean? Y'all niggaz is sloppy
What would the game be without me? Nada!
Cats talk about a whole lotta, Prada
Gucci Escada, Louis Vuitton
Come on, what up with what's really goin' on?
"What's hood?" Cats ain't killin' nuttin but a few minutes
I'm about to bury a box wit'chu in it
[CHORUS]
[THE GAME]
I do cause Tunechi always bless me (Ahtchoo)
He killed me on my own track, so what? Not you
Fuck you, I spit like I had kids with Erykah Badu
I fucked her on the day of that naked video shoot
I was sucking her pussy like it was wonton soup
Then I hit Lebron's mom in bron-bron's coupe
With Delante West taping, we had bon-bons too
With Cleveland cheerleaders, they had pom-poms too
I smacked them bitches wearing Bishop Don Juan's suit
(Where was Snoop?) I don't know, probably doing what the Crips do
But when I'm with my uncle, fuck it! Then I'm a Crip too
And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you
Now I'm the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu
Mad that DC comics overlooked me
Cause Captain America's straight pussy
[CHORUS]
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (Goddamn Goblin)
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (Just a goddamn Goblin)
Yeah, Bitch I'm a Muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin)
Mouthafuckin Martian (Goddamn Goblin)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
My Life (Remix) lyrics - The Game (feat. Lil Wayne, 2Pac, Eminem)
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way
Through the day
A life For the night
Dear Lord
You've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doing right?
My life...
[Eminem:]
I'm supposed to be the soldier
who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight
of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never supposed to show
it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to
toe with a Benzino it don't matter
I'd never drag them in battles
that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my
crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever does pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
That Ja shit I tried to squash it,
it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line you just
don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way
beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit
And even though the battle
was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost
feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop
for, it's not why I got in it.
[Chorus]
[The Game:]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin', I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now Livin' the good life, me and
Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds
[Chorus]
[2Pac:]
And still I'm having memories
of high speeds, when the cops crashed
As I laugh pushing the gas when my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these bitches they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies now the whole world trying to screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sipping 22's a brewing
Now the medias trying to test me got the press asking
questions, trying to stress me
Misery is all I see, that's my mind's state
My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and
flipped He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip
[Chorus]
And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way
Through the day
A life For the night
Dear Lord
You've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doing right?
My life...
[Eminem:]
I'm supposed to be the soldier
who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight
of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never supposed to show
it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to
toe with a Benzino it don't matter
I'd never drag them in battles
that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my
crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever does pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
That Ja shit I tried to squash it,
it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line you just
don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way
beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit
And even though the battle
was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost
feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop
for, it's not why I got in it.
[Chorus]
[The Game:]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin', I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now Livin' the good life, me and
Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds
[Chorus]
[2Pac:]
And still I'm having memories
of high speeds, when the cops crashed
As I laugh pushing the gas when my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these bitches they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies now the whole world trying to screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sipping 22's a brewing
Now the medias trying to test me got the press asking
questions, trying to stress me
Misery is all I see, that's my mind's state
My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and
flipped He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip
[Chorus]
One Blood (Remix) lyrics - The Game (feat. Jim Jones, Snoop Dogg, Nas, T.I. & many others)
[Jim Jones Intro]
Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin you homie
You bitch niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity, bitch
[Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out
And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out
My feary side, where we ride
And we all fly high in the Leer G5's
So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang!
Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin slang!
And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim!
It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang!
[Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really trippin cause
21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin, cuz
We from a different street, all got that different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beat
So if you fuck with blood, then you fuck wit us
And we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my nigga... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!
[Nas]
Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my nigga
I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me
I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio
Talkin bout how they gon spray, and take me away
But I'm the true living, legend, I'm not to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression
[T.I.]
You knowin my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me?
What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the MALL AND ALL!
Wit two two's, you can call me QUICK DRAW McGRAW!
Bitch, I'ma cut that fool, better CALL THE LAW!
I start sprayin, make fuck nigga FALL AND CRAWL!
I press play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
Choppin holes in ALL THE WALLS, that's ALL THEY SAW!
[The Game]
Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots
I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
The kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-Z
Too many niggaz hate me, but they scared to face me
This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep
I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch Big Meek
She givin one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first week... UHHH!
[Fat Joe]
All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff cases
Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid
I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it
Somebody go and get this nigga a pine box
And I ain't just talkin about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your bitch too!
[Lil' Wayne]
504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier
Bangin underwater, fuck around and soak ya
Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster
And if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcer
I'm bickin back, bein bool on the Eastside
Or New Orleans where the bloods at the bee hive
Ain't nothin sweet unless its presidential
Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key!
[N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet
We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat
Def Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in
The building no more... It's OKAY! I GET IT POPPIN!
Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's
Who took believers an opportunity to breathe
And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
You can come to left, round Queens and get jacked quick
[Jadakiss & Styles P]
(One blood) we used to the spillin
(Came from the hood) so we used to the killin
Used to the black males (makin cracksales in the buildin)
(How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling?
(Blood in) blood out (me and homie) back to back
(Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out)
I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga)
Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga)
D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray)
The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team)
Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)
Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator)
I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator)
One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)
[Fabolous]
WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at most
Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT LOS!
I let these niggaz live, yes, I saw 'em pull the plug
Havin goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugs
Catch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubs
Couple Africans, with balloons full of drugs
If they like me, tell 'em line up
While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up
[Juelz Santana]
Mic check, one two, one two, check
I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two
Let's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM!
Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch
So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street
Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!)
Mama told me not to play with fire but
She never told me I would grow to be a liar
[Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)
The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant
Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross)
I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller
Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller
Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick
And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics
[Twista]
Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at
Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps!
He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga
He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga
Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga
Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet
When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out!
[Daz]
WHATTUP CUZ?!?!
[Kurupt]
Yeah rollin with two grips
Glock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clips
Got two tiny locos ready to take trips
Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips
But they know what's crackin cuz, cause as we huddle
They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle
West coast gang bang, riders erasin em
Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz!
[Daz Dillinger]
Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew
RIP for niggaz who don't stay true
Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran
Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fleshin
I'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster
Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want problems
From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Delano to Compton, Slauson swat Meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE!
[WC]
Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne?
Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes!
From the westside, strivin to dead em
Where them killers throw that third letter up
Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams
Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green
Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T
Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub
What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood?
[E-40]
The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop em
Open you up if you got a problem
Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia
Clean your clock, open your can of tuna
Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven
Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
This ain't nothin to do with nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
[Bun B]
I'm comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all black
But when we say what it do, they never say holla back
Bun B, the uh, OG like '95 Air Max
Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit
Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ
Wipe the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!
[Chamillionaire]
I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin!
My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin
So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin
My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv
Like (Eric) they think its (Eazy), but it isnt easy believe me
Need to make a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!
[Slim Thug]
Its one blood if you blood or cuz
From that number one thug, its still one love
I rep my blue boy team but I do it for green
I do it for my folks, vice lords and kings
All us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the blocks
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, scream fuck the cops!
We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not!
[Young Dro]
My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical
Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles
Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is impossible
I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable
Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical
All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable
I am unstoppable, my calico is toxable
Lyrically diabolical, kushin' is now cigarable
[The Clipse]
Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue)
Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them)
Style on niggaz, (but feel it to the numb)
Japanese thread, (brought flavor to these bums)
Consider me the savior, (look what the lord gave ya)
My celebrated presence (like the return of Rayful)
Frolic in the snow, so playful
(And revivin the track) like we flowin through jumper cables
(What duo) you know (get XXL kudos) while coppin off Coolio
(Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth)
[Ja Rule]
Shit, one trip, one blood, LA, New York
The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up
Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much
The style, wanna keep up? I advise you to speed up
With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up
G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up
You see us, in dual seaters and throw it up!
Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or (blood)
...Niggaz, we all bleed! These niggaz can't breathe
Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
Niggaz that got bullets with names on them!
Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all know where to get at me
Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me
You bastards, I'm laughin, bullets stickin in family
Who sadly gets torn between one crip and one (blood)
Y'all niggaz know me, haha... yeah!
Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin you homie
You bitch niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity, bitch
[Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly
And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out
And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them choppers out
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out
My feary side, where we ride
And we all fly high in the Leer G5's
So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang!
Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin slang!
And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim!
It's Dipset Capo the Don of the Byrdgang!
[Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-Dub... wasn't really trippin cause
21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin, cuz
We from a different street, all got that different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beat
So if you fuck with blood, then you fuck wit us
And we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my nigga... w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!
[Nas]
Game got at me about the remix, its an honor my nigga
I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me
I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio
Talkin bout how they gon spray, and take me away
But I'm the true living, legend, I'm not to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression
[T.I.]
You knowin my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep the smitty's wit me, shit, how many wit me?
What, you scared? I'm prepared, in the MALL AND ALL!
Wit two two's, you can call me QUICK DRAW McGRAW!
Bitch, I'ma cut that fool, better CALL THE LAW!
I start sprayin, make fuck nigga FALL AND CRAWL!
I press play like Puff, no PAUSE AT ALL!
Choppin holes in ALL THE WALLS, that's ALL THEY SAW!
[The Game]
Hip-Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots
I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
The kings comin, no, I'm not Jay-Z
Too many niggaz hate me, but they scared to face me
This ain't a movie dog, no, not Waist Deep
I'm not an actor, but I'll show your bitch Big Meek
She givin one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first week... UHHH!
[Fat Joe]
All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces
Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff cases
Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid
I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it
Somebody go and get this nigga a pine box
And I ain't just talkin about a measly nine shots
Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose
Call me Goldie, I'll smack your bitch too!
[Lil' Wayne]
504 gangsta, New Orleans soldier
Bangin underwater, fuck around and soak ya
Louisiana gunner, I'm bout my holster
And if you gettin greasy, I'm an ulcer
I'm bickin back, bein bool on the Eastside
Or New Orleans where the bloods at the bee hive
Ain't nothin sweet unless its presidential
Cause that is where I sleep, now give me my key!
[N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash - still sweet
We will black wall street by the swapmeet with heat
Def Jam, they gonna flop him and Reggaeton ain't hot in
The building no more... It's OKAY! I GET IT POPPIN!
Back to the forest trees for deep, these little me's
Who took believers an opportunity to breathe
And you ain't gotta go overseas to see our rap shit
You can come to left, round Queens and get jacked quick
[Jadakiss & Styles P]
(One blood) we used to the spillin
(Came from the hood) so we used to the killin
Used to the black males (makin cracksales in the buildin)
(How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling?
(Blood in) blood out (me and homie) back to back
(Both loaded workin) we about to pitch a (shut out)
I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga)
Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga)
D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray)
The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay)
We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream team)
Them boys is only in the projects on (green screen)
Yeah, no security, (I'll put you on the respirator)
I'm the bomb, (I'm the mothafuckin detonator)
One (dutch), one (bud), one (burner), one (slug)
Want a couple casualties, but we'll settle for just (one blood)
[Fabolous]
WHAT IT LOOK LIKE? All I say at most
Shooters waitin on the word... JUST SAY IT LOS!
I let these niggaz live, yes, I saw 'em pull the plug
Havin goons pullin gloves, leave the room full of slugs
Catch me trafficin, on maroon colored dubs
Couple Africans, with balloons full of drugs
If they like me, tell 'em line up
While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up
[Juelz Santana]
Mic check, one two, one two, check
I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two
Let's go, you're eyein us in the iron bus, BOOM!
Leak ya, two liters of red juice, hawaiian punch
So what you boys gon do to me? I'm born street
Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach (damn!)
Mama told me not to play with fire but
She never told me I would grow to be a liar
[Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Save the colors for the cars, see we kill for the fame (Ross)
The boss made it, yeah, we floss flagrant
Shame how I lost your life savings up in Las Vegas (Ross)
I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller
Keep white in the office call it Jerry Heller
Lettin off a hundred rounds, let the barrel pick
And we gon sit here, wait for the derrelics
[Twista]
Bitch I got lords and gangstas, show me where them niggaz at
Chi got two six's and kings, show me where them killas at
Chi got them ballas and hustlers, show me where them figures at
Game, where them triggers at? Aim at them fitted caps!
He got the clips, I got the scope, let's get them choppers, nigga
He got the kush, I got the dope, let's get it poppin, nigga
Hurt him in that cherry six fo, shit ain't no stoppin, nigga
Hit him in the head and the body with a bullet
When I put him in the cemetary then I gotta holler out!
[Daz]
WHATTUP CUZ?!?!
[Kurupt]
Yeah rollin with two grips
Glock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clips
Got two tiny locos ready to take trips
Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips
But they know what's crackin cuz, cause as we huddle
They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle
West coast gang bang, riders erasin em
Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz!
[Daz Dillinger]
Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew
RIP for niggaz who don't stay true
Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran
Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fleshin
I'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster
Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want problems
From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Delano to Compton, Slauson swat Meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and BG's, O.G's, its time to RIIIIDE!
[WC]
Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne?
Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes!
From the westside, strivin to dead em
Where them killers throw that third letter up
Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams
Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin blueberry green
Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T
Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub
What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood?
[E-40]
The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop em
Open you up if you got a problem
Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia
Clean your clock, open your can of tuna
Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven
Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
This ain't nothin to do with nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
[Bun B]
I'm comin straight outta PAT, like Compton in all black
But when we say what it do, they never say holla back
Bun B, the uh, OG like '95 Air Max
Neon green outta fight club off a fair facts
Ask the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit
Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ
Wipe the streets with ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood!
[Chamillionaire]
I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason
Chamillionaire a millionaire, y'all competin to be competin!
My purpose is to get the cheese and as a purpose that should defeatin
So shut your mouth, have a seat and be quiet till I finish eatin
My label tells me I'm greedy, hoggin all the room on your tv
Like (Eric) they think its (Eazy), but it isnt easy believe me
Need to make a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me, G!
[Slim Thug]
Its one blood if you blood or cuz
From that number one thug, its still one love
I rep my blue boy team but I do it for green
I do it for my folks, vice lords and kings
All us trappers, future rappers, standin out on the blocks
Tryna get up out the hood mayne, and stack 'em a knot
Put ya sets in the air, scream fuck the cops!
We gon rep for the hood mayne, like it or not!
[Young Dro]
My feed mashable, murders are catastrophical
Cars is improbable, I'm overcomin obstacles
Trappin, I made it logical, my topic is impossible
I got a partner named Shoe Strang, cause shorty real crossable
Shark meat to Papadough's, cars be tropical
All guns choppable, all blocks are mobbable
I am unstoppable, my calico is toxable
Lyrically diabolical, kushin' is now cigarable
[The Clipse]
Red rum, red rum (such power in the tongue)
Never in the wildest, (was he talkin to them)
Style on niggaz, (but feel it to the numb)
Japanese thread, (brought flavor to these bums)
Consider me the savior, (look what the lord gave ya)
My celebrated presence (like the return of Rayful)
Frolic in the snow, so playful
(And revivin the track) like we flowin through jumper cables
(What duo) you know (get XXL kudos) while coppin off Coolio
(Classic shit) we mastered this, (left for dead) I'm back, (I'm Lazareth)
[Ja Rule]
Shit, one trip, one blood, LA, New York
The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up
Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much
The style, wanna keep up? I advise you to speed up
With money movin like coke, these days gotta re-up
G up, cop some heaters and dare a nigga to act up
You see us, in dual seaters and throw it up!
Its all hood, niggaz rep your sets if your cuz or (blood)
...Niggaz, we all bleed! These niggaz can't breathe
Only because the guns are drawn and aimed to part
Niggaz that got bullets with names on them!
Want em, come get 'em niggaz, y'all know where to get at me
Look at me, now pass me, maybe you can be half me
You bastards, I'm laughin, bullets stickin in family
Who sadly gets torn between one crip and one (blood)
Y'all niggaz know me, haha... yeah!
Only One lyrics - The Game (feat. Chris Brown)
[Chris Brown]
All these girls around the World, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
Thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta girl
All I ever wanted was a real girl
You know that I'm a gangsta girl
[Game - Verse 1]
I'm supposed to be your number one
Thought we was getting married when the summer come
Two piece Armani with the ?
And when she look in my eyes she see a money sign
She see Loiue Vuitton, she see them Prada heels
I took her outta that couch, hotter than ?
I mean its gotta feel good to a bitch about the hood
Driving a Rose Phantom with an angel on the hood
I mean we living that good
Chowing on Mr Chow's after this it's Fillippe
Nigga you know my style
Lil Cristal, Lil Rose
A whole bunch of Al's bad bitches in the place
Nigga feel like an Owl, nigga I'm so fly
Pull that Bugatti out, them haters gon die
Baby you know them doors are suicide
And it ain't about nuttin but you and I
[Chris Brown]
All these girls around the World, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
Thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta girl
All I ever wanted was a real girl
You know that I'm a gangsta girl
[Game - Verse 2]
She used to stash my loot, all in the sofa
Then I used to knock her boots all in the sofa
She had 3 stocks, one chrome on that Toyota
Then she flipped channels on a nigga
Oprah, all up in the club getting hawk by the vultures
The femal Spreewell, was too hard to couch her
So I had to do the best thing for both us
Take myself shopping, get my Ralph Lauren coats up
It ain't trickin' if you got it right, No sir
Can't get a shot of Patron unless she gon fuck
Can't leave these hoes alone nigga it's so tough
Especially if they finance the nose, I pick them both up
Then we hit South beach, pull my Gucci loc's up
Hit my nigga Wayne like let me borrow some ?
Looking like a casting call and we show up
We getting Young Money but we grown up
So what!
[Chorus]
All these girls around the World, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
Thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta girl
All I ever wanted was a real girl
You know that I'm a gangsta girl
[Game - Verse 1]
I'm supposed to be your number one
Thought we was getting married when the summer come
Two piece Armani with the ?
And when she look in my eyes she see a money sign
She see Loiue Vuitton, she see them Prada heels
I took her outta that couch, hotter than ?
I mean its gotta feel good to a bitch about the hood
Driving a Rose Phantom with an angel on the hood
I mean we living that good
Chowing on Mr Chow's after this it's Fillippe
Nigga you know my style
Lil Cristal, Lil Rose
A whole bunch of Al's bad bitches in the place
Nigga feel like an Owl, nigga I'm so fly
Pull that Bugatti out, them haters gon die
Baby you know them doors are suicide
And it ain't about nuttin but you and I
[Chris Brown]
All these girls around the World, they love me
I'm supposed to be the only one
It ain't my fault if all these ladies love me
Thought I was supposed to the only one
Believe that I'm a gangsta girl
All I ever wanted was a real girl
You know that I'm a gangsta girl
[Game - Verse 2]
She used to stash my loot, all in the sofa
Then I used to knock her boots all in the sofa
She had 3 stocks, one chrome on that Toyota
Then she flipped channels on a nigga
Oprah, all up in the club getting hawk by the vultures
The femal Spreewell, was too hard to couch her
So I had to do the best thing for both us
Take myself shopping, get my Ralph Lauren coats up
It ain't trickin' if you got it right, No sir
Can't get a shot of Patron unless she gon fuck
Can't leave these hoes alone nigga it's so tough
Especially if they finance the nose, I pick them both up
Then we hit South beach, pull my Gucci loc's up
Hit my nigga Wayne like let me borrow some ?
Looking like a casting call and we show up
We getting Young Money but we grown up
So what!
[Chorus]
Phantom lyrics - The Game (feat. Robin Thicke)
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
Baby make me want to be with you
Baby me come with me I take you for a ride
Baby, can we drive until the morning
Baby come with me I take you for a ride
[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm tryna go hard in the phantom
Hit Sunset Boulevard in the phantom
I'm talking 6-7 broads in the phantom
Yeah coming out their bra's in the phantom
I got a bottle of Cristal in the phantom
I'm waving my black card in the phantom
Niggas lookin real hard at the phantom
Cause tune make a beat go hard in the phantom
Shit what if it was y'all in the phantom
You probably just hit the mall in the phantom
But not me I'm a ball in the phantom
Yeah, Kobe, Gasol in the phantom
Plus I'm 6'5 sittin tall in the phantom
Dre lookin for me tell him call in the phantom
I'm a boss in the phantom
Rick Ross in the phantom
I know it's Maybach so pardon the phantom
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
[Verse 2: The Game]
I smoke so much haze in the phantom
You would think my nigga just blaze in the phantom
So I blaze in the phantom
Till I'm dazed in the phantom
Smoke like Frankie Beverly and Ma$e in the phantom
You should've seen my nigga Dr Dre in the phantom (chop chop)
Nigga had his chef and maid in the phantom
He lemme spent a couple days in the phantom
Me and the chaffeur got laid in the phantom
Killer hip hop dot com
Now paid in the phantom
Close shades in the phantom
Only thing a nigga can't do is bath in a phantom
And he tryna D Wade in the phantom
Bulletproof doors, can't get sprayed in the phantom
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
[Verse 3: Robin Thicke]
I grew up getting dropped off to school in the phantom
Short skirts in the phantom
Rose in the phantom
Girl you out the front door and chanelle in the phantom
Six inch red button louis vitton in the phantom
Drop you out first class g5 in the phantom
Pick you up, take you home, my mansion in the phantom
Cars so fly take off from Atlanta
Brought Game in the phantom
Brought weight in the phantom
My sex and the cities, mr Bigg in the phantom
You can spend cake and eat it too in the phantom
Gettin so wet it's a pool in the phantom
No hoes in in the phantom
So hoe in the phantom
Party like motherfuckin One Oak[?] in the phantom
[Chorus x2: Robin Thicke]
Baby make me want to be with you
Make me come with me I take you for a ride
Baby, drive [?]
Baby come with me I take you for a ride
Baby make me want to be with you
Baby me come with me I take you for a ride
Baby, can we drive until the morning
Baby come with me I take you for a ride
[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm tryna go hard in the phantom
Hit Sunset Boulevard in the phantom
I'm talking 6-7 broads in the phantom
Yeah coming out their bra's in the phantom
I got a bottle of Cristal in the phantom
I'm waving my black card in the phantom
Niggas lookin real hard at the phantom
Cause tune make a beat go hard in the phantom
Shit what if it was y'all in the phantom
You probably just hit the mall in the phantom
But not me I'm a ball in the phantom
Yeah, Kobe, Gasol in the phantom
Plus I'm 6'5 sittin tall in the phantom
Dre lookin for me tell him call in the phantom
I'm a boss in the phantom
Rick Ross in the phantom
I know it's Maybach so pardon the phantom
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
[Verse 2: The Game]
I smoke so much haze in the phantom
You would think my nigga just blaze in the phantom
So I blaze in the phantom
Till I'm dazed in the phantom
Smoke like Frankie Beverly and Ma$e in the phantom
You should've seen my nigga Dr Dre in the phantom (chop chop)
Nigga had his chef and maid in the phantom
He lemme spent a couple days in the phantom
Me and the chaffeur got laid in the phantom
Killer hip hop dot com
Now paid in the phantom
Close shades in the phantom
Only thing a nigga can't do is bath in a phantom
And he tryna D Wade in the phantom
Bulletproof doors, can't get sprayed in the phantom
[Chorus: Robin Thicke]
[Verse 3: Robin Thicke]
I grew up getting dropped off to school in the phantom
Short skirts in the phantom
Rose in the phantom
Girl you out the front door and chanelle in the phantom
Six inch red button louis vitton in the phantom
Drop you out first class g5 in the phantom
Pick you up, take you home, my mansion in the phantom
Cars so fly take off from Atlanta
Brought Game in the phantom
Brought weight in the phantom
My sex and the cities, mr Bigg in the phantom
You can spend cake and eat it too in the phantom
Gettin so wet it's a pool in the phantom
No hoes in in the phantom
So hoe in the phantom
Party like motherfuckin One Oak[?] in the phantom
[Chorus x2: Robin Thicke]
Baby make me want to be with you
Make me come with me I take you for a ride
Baby, drive [?]
Baby come with me I take you for a ride
Red Bottoms lyrics - The Game (feat. Diddy)
[Intro - Diddy]
Ay yo game
Its magic baby
Open that bottle of Ciroc..light up on
And lets go, ye ye, that's right
[Verse 1 - Game]
Like a Don, walk in the club with red rum
Was goin on? my killa bees like Cappadon
Rap phenomenon, chill like two bottles of Dom
The Audemar the only thing on my arm
Keep bitches in my stable like ?
Take em to the mansion in the phantom have em wetter than ?
Nigga we never scared
Bitches get they bones crushed
Sittin on the throne, just take off your ?
Don't run from the magic stick
Just look around in the crib, you can have this shit
Yeah, big pimpin and this shit don't stop
We don't stress the tag, we just drive it off the lot
(its hot) I know that baby,
Take your coat on let me see you throw that baby
Just work that thing, I'ma hurt that thing
Like its first 48, I'm a murk that thing
[Chorus]
All in red bottom, Gucci, Louis and Prada
Girl you know your man got it
Grab yourself a red bottom (you deserve it)
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
Bout to poppin top now, and its gettin hot now
And I'm on Ciroc now, doin my diddy bop now
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)
Standin on the couch now, 'bout to have a countdown
See so many bad hoes, I ain't tryna calm down
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)
[Verse 2 - Game]
Aftermath is a army, better yet a navy
Niggaz will drink up your patron, put dick in your lady
We only drive Mercedes, and 'em hard top Masi'
The only problem ladies will rock that body
Twelve AM and I'm pourin goose
One AM now the hoes is loose
Two AM now she kissin' on her
Three AM its all Gucci... BURR
Fuckin with bad boy, coz diddy got mad toys
Dont be surprised if we hit your block in an asteroid
Star Trak gangsta, the N.E.R.D.S. are here
Weezy cant be far coz the birds are here
So get it girl, you know you gotta get it
Like your Louis Vuitton and the prada purse with it
She a boss chick, I'm tryna hit it
All you broke ass niggas don't get it
[Chorus]
All in red bottom, Gucci, Louis and Prada
Girl you know your man got it
Grab yourself a red bottom (you deserve it)
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
Bout to poppin top now, and its gettin hot now
And I'm on Ciroc now, doin my diddy bop now
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)
Standin on the couch now, 'bout to have a countdown
See so many bad hoes, I aint tryna calm down
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)
Ay yo game
Its magic baby
Open that bottle of Ciroc..light up on
And lets go, ye ye, that's right
[Verse 1 - Game]
Like a Don, walk in the club with red rum
Was goin on? my killa bees like Cappadon
Rap phenomenon, chill like two bottles of Dom
The Audemar the only thing on my arm
Keep bitches in my stable like ?
Take em to the mansion in the phantom have em wetter than ?
Nigga we never scared
Bitches get they bones crushed
Sittin on the throne, just take off your ?
Don't run from the magic stick
Just look around in the crib, you can have this shit
Yeah, big pimpin and this shit don't stop
We don't stress the tag, we just drive it off the lot
(its hot) I know that baby,
Take your coat on let me see you throw that baby
Just work that thing, I'ma hurt that thing
Like its first 48, I'm a murk that thing
[Chorus]
All in red bottom, Gucci, Louis and Prada
Girl you know your man got it
Grab yourself a red bottom (you deserve it)
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
Bout to poppin top now, and its gettin hot now
And I'm on Ciroc now, doin my diddy bop now
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)
Standin on the couch now, 'bout to have a countdown
See so many bad hoes, I ain't tryna calm down
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)
[Verse 2 - Game]
Aftermath is a army, better yet a navy
Niggaz will drink up your patron, put dick in your lady
We only drive Mercedes, and 'em hard top Masi'
The only problem ladies will rock that body
Twelve AM and I'm pourin goose
One AM now the hoes is loose
Two AM now she kissin' on her
Three AM its all Gucci... BURR
Fuckin with bad boy, coz diddy got mad toys
Dont be surprised if we hit your block in an asteroid
Star Trak gangsta, the N.E.R.D.S. are here
Weezy cant be far coz the birds are here
So get it girl, you know you gotta get it
Like your Louis Vuitton and the prada purse with it
She a boss chick, I'm tryna hit it
All you broke ass niggas don't get it
[Chorus]
All in red bottom, Gucci, Louis and Prada
Girl you know your man got it
Grab yourself a red bottom (you deserve it)
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
Bout to poppin top now, and its gettin hot now
And I'm on Ciroc now, doin my diddy bop now
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)
Standin on the couch now, 'bout to have a countdown
See so many bad hoes, I aint tryna calm down
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)
Rest In Purple lyrics - The Game (feat. Lorine Chia)
(Prince Tribute)
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
Why everybody got to to die so damn soon?
All these legends dying, God got to be running out of room
How he die? Don't nobody even know yet
All I know is I ain't ready to go yet
So I jump in that purple Lambo
Throw in that Bryson Tiller, Rambo
After that its Purple Rain, its Purple Rain
Man its Purple Rain on repeat
First Michael Jackson, then Whitney Houston
Now Prince, its a 3 peat
And if you see me in traffic its three beeps
And you know what's crazy? He was 57 with no kids
So I'm a hug mine cause a nigga probably only got 21 more years to live
21 more years to breathe
21 more years to feel the sun rays
To fill collection pots up on Sundays
And 21 more years to wake my kids up on Monday
We all die one day
Everybody gotta go someday
Natural causes or the gun play
Since we was born we all been had it one way
Ain't no time to be asking God why
And ain't no tears man I'm a let the doves cry
[Chorus - Lorine Chia:]
Everything is purple, I see purple in the sky
I got purple in my cup and I smoke purple to get high
I say live the way you want you never know when you gong die
Maybe, maybe I'm just like
Everything is purple, I see purple in the sky
I got purple in my cup and I smoke purple to get high
I say live the way you want you never know when you gong die
Maybe, maybe I'm just like
Maybe I'm just like
Maybe I'm just like
I see purple in the sky
[Verse 2 - The Game:]
Feeling purple, might pour some lean today
When God take a star, he make a star, yeah go on, dream today
In the red Corvette getting cream with the top down
Diamonds and pearls all around your neck and that rain purple when it drop down
Yeah darling Nikki, I think its our time
I want to be your lover, then we gon party like it's 1999
Get used to the pop life, we gon live it
Celebrate it like Pac's life, yeah who else with' it?
I remember watching Purple Rain when I was 5
My mom and dad fought the same way as yours, I ain't understand why
Ain't nobody perfect, ain't none of us the same
We all wanna leave the past behind us, sometimes we change our names
Well we can't change who we are, can't take the pain away
So live your life and love your family, don't take the world in vain
I'm a light one in your memory, cause the time has come
The world lost a legend, but he up there with his son
So I'm a pour up in your memory, cause the time has come
The world lost a legend, but he up there with his son
[Bridge - Lorine Chia:]
Up there with his son
Cause you're up there with your son
[Chorus]
[Outro - Lorine Chia:]
Purple in the sky
Makes me wanna, cry
Purple rain in your eyes
I see you up there, shine
You shine
With the sun you shine
Purple rain
When it rains purple the sun will shine
When it rains purple the sun will shine
When it rains purple the sun will shine
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
Why everybody got to to die so damn soon?
All these legends dying, God got to be running out of room
How he die? Don't nobody even know yet
All I know is I ain't ready to go yet
So I jump in that purple Lambo
Throw in that Bryson Tiller, Rambo
After that its Purple Rain, its Purple Rain
Man its Purple Rain on repeat
First Michael Jackson, then Whitney Houston
Now Prince, its a 3 peat
And if you see me in traffic its three beeps
And you know what's crazy? He was 57 with no kids
So I'm a hug mine cause a nigga probably only got 21 more years to live
21 more years to breathe
21 more years to feel the sun rays
To fill collection pots up on Sundays
And 21 more years to wake my kids up on Monday
We all die one day
Everybody gotta go someday
Natural causes or the gun play
Since we was born we all been had it one way
Ain't no time to be asking God why
And ain't no tears man I'm a let the doves cry
[Chorus - Lorine Chia:]
Everything is purple, I see purple in the sky
I got purple in my cup and I smoke purple to get high
I say live the way you want you never know when you gong die
Maybe, maybe I'm just like
Everything is purple, I see purple in the sky
I got purple in my cup and I smoke purple to get high
I say live the way you want you never know when you gong die
Maybe, maybe I'm just like
Maybe I'm just like
Maybe I'm just like
I see purple in the sky
[Verse 2 - The Game:]
Feeling purple, might pour some lean today
When God take a star, he make a star, yeah go on, dream today
In the red Corvette getting cream with the top down
Diamonds and pearls all around your neck and that rain purple when it drop down
Yeah darling Nikki, I think its our time
I want to be your lover, then we gon party like it's 1999
Get used to the pop life, we gon live it
Celebrate it like Pac's life, yeah who else with' it?
I remember watching Purple Rain when I was 5
My mom and dad fought the same way as yours, I ain't understand why
Ain't nobody perfect, ain't none of us the same
We all wanna leave the past behind us, sometimes we change our names
Well we can't change who we are, can't take the pain away
So live your life and love your family, don't take the world in vain
I'm a light one in your memory, cause the time has come
The world lost a legend, but he up there with his son
So I'm a pour up in your memory, cause the time has come
The world lost a legend, but he up there with his son
[Bridge - Lorine Chia:]
Up there with his son
Cause you're up there with your son
[Chorus]
[Outro - Lorine Chia:]
Purple in the sky
Makes me wanna, cry
Purple rain in your eyes
I see you up there, shine
You shine
With the sun you shine
Purple rain
When it rains purple the sun will shine
When it rains purple the sun will shine
When it rains purple the sun will shine
Ride Solo lyrics - The Game
[Verse 1:]
Some nights I hop in that Impala feeling like fuck the bullshit
Riding down Compton Boulevard with a full clip
Ain't stopping at no red lights, niggas getting smoked, where I come from
And to the T Flats, it's fuck niggas, they be on one
But you gotta worry about your own
Niggas'll fuck your bitch behind your back and leave a knife in that motherfucker
Infiltrate your home, same niggas you let kick it
Can't see em but you hear em like a cricket
And just yesterday ya'll was smoking til he asked for a handout
Since you the good nigga always passing the bands out
Gave him a stack, [?] ain't never enough
It's a cold world, who can you trust?
[Chorus:]
When your baby momma tripping and your niggas on some bullshit
Gotta watch who you fuck with and who you fool with
Fuck around, get murdered by a nigga you was cool with
And set up by the same bitch you used to go to school with
Sometimes you gotta ride solo, sometimes
Sometimes you gotta ride solo
Loyalty ain't the same
You ain't alive if you never felt pain
[Verse 2:]
One of my niggas stole some money from a nigga, he was tripping
That's why you never bring your homeboys where you living
Chose the wrong path, thought a nigga wouldn't find out
Laid up in LA, using the bitch as a hideout
Couldn't tell em shit and every time I cried out
He left me in the middle of the street like a wideout
Told em don't go, but he ain't listen, now he gone
Spent the rest of the night chirping the nigga phone
Next morning came, see my brother outside
Tears running down his face, knew my homeboy died
And I'd be lying if I say I didn't cry
It been 10 years, still asking God why?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Coming home from the studio, nigga on your couch
Talking to your baby mama, fuck is that about
Raise a eyebrow, but you let the shit go
She a cold ass bitch, nigga, everybody know
But not at in the beginning, she was fine as hell
So you went in her, fucked up, thought you had you a winner
And little did you know, she had niggas on the side
Tryna be a family man, had to let the shit ride
Whole damn time, bitch thinking she was slick
On top of you but mind on another nigga dick
Only think she ain't do was bring a nigga round your kids
Bitches ain't shit but that's just how it is
[Chorus]
Some nights I hop in that Impala feeling like fuck the bullshit
Riding down Compton Boulevard with a full clip
Ain't stopping at no red lights, niggas getting smoked, where I come from
And to the T Flats, it's fuck niggas, they be on one
But you gotta worry about your own
Niggas'll fuck your bitch behind your back and leave a knife in that motherfucker
Infiltrate your home, same niggas you let kick it
Can't see em but you hear em like a cricket
And just yesterday ya'll was smoking til he asked for a handout
Since you the good nigga always passing the bands out
Gave him a stack, [?] ain't never enough
It's a cold world, who can you trust?
[Chorus:]
When your baby momma tripping and your niggas on some bullshit
Gotta watch who you fuck with and who you fool with
Fuck around, get murdered by a nigga you was cool with
And set up by the same bitch you used to go to school with
Sometimes you gotta ride solo, sometimes
Sometimes you gotta ride solo
Loyalty ain't the same
You ain't alive if you never felt pain
[Verse 2:]
One of my niggas stole some money from a nigga, he was tripping
That's why you never bring your homeboys where you living
Chose the wrong path, thought a nigga wouldn't find out
Laid up in LA, using the bitch as a hideout
Couldn't tell em shit and every time I cried out
He left me in the middle of the street like a wideout
Told em don't go, but he ain't listen, now he gone
Spent the rest of the night chirping the nigga phone
Next morning came, see my brother outside
Tears running down his face, knew my homeboy died
And I'd be lying if I say I didn't cry
It been 10 years, still asking God why?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Coming home from the studio, nigga on your couch
Talking to your baby mama, fuck is that about
Raise a eyebrow, but you let the shit go
She a cold ass bitch, nigga, everybody know
But not at in the beginning, she was fine as hell
So you went in her, fucked up, thought you had you a winner
And little did you know, she had niggas on the side
Tryna be a family man, had to let the shit ride
Whole damn time, bitch thinking she was slick
On top of you but mind on another nigga dick
Only think she ain't do was bring a nigga round your kids
Bitches ain't shit but that's just how it is
[Chorus]
Ryda lyrics - The Game (feat. Dej Loaf)
[The Game:]
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da
Put her in a YSL and that Prada-da-da
Keep the pistol on the side-da-da
In the Lamborghini smokin on that la-la-la
She got her hair in the wind, eyebrows on fleek
'15 Bonnie & Clyde, Nicki and Meek
I gave her keys to the condo, keys to the Jeep
Say "You jigglin, baby", gave her the whole damn fleet
[Dej Loaf:]
I always ride for you baby, and when shit get hard
You know I parade on the side of you, baby
Yeah, I met him in a dope gang, he had no name
Back when you could get a half or a whole thang
[The Game:]
Back when we all ever needed was the cocaine
Bricks in the 600 why they call me Raw Game
40 in the Sti dash fuck around and be road kill
With the top down feelin like
[The Game + Dej Loaf:]
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida
[Dej Loaf:]
No whip now we in the Ray Roll Range
Keep it gangsta pricy, one of them cold things
Wit ya, noooo, I ain't mad at ya
Get out of line, probably throw a couple jabs at em
[The Game:]
Hit Rodeo, probably throw a couple bags at ya
In my 2Pac voice - I ain't mad at ya
Take the wheel, see if you can drive while I eat it
My fitted flew off, but I dont need it, tell me what I need
[Dej Loaf:]
You need a bitch that's gonna blast, spend cash with ya
Same time fuck good, drop ass for you
Yeah, I ride it like rah-rah-rah-rah
Eat the pussy like la-la-laaaa
[The Game:]
Why you gotta tell a nigga buinnes
Fine nigga Friday, you know a nigga live this
Hit you with the helicopter tongue
Then fuck you til the helicopter come
[The Game + Dej Loaf:]
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida
[The Game + Dej Loaf:]
One look and I got her
In corners in my Impala
(My ambitionz of a rida)
Slidin down that pole for a dollar, nada
Tell that girl Holla
(My ambitionz of a rida)
I done brought the Thug Life out her
Got her stuffin bircks in that Prada
(My ambitionz of a rida)
And she love when I'm inside her
And can't nobody divide us
[The Game + Dej Loaf:]
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da
Put her in a YSL and that Prada-da-da
Keep the pistol on the side-da-da
In the Lamborghini smokin on that la-la-la
She got her hair in the wind, eyebrows on fleek
'15 Bonnie & Clyde, Nicki and Meek
I gave her keys to the condo, keys to the Jeep
Say "You jigglin, baby", gave her the whole damn fleet
[Dej Loaf:]
I always ride for you baby, and when shit get hard
You know I parade on the side of you, baby
Yeah, I met him in a dope gang, he had no name
Back when you could get a half or a whole thang
[The Game:]
Back when we all ever needed was the cocaine
Bricks in the 600 why they call me Raw Game
40 in the Sti dash fuck around and be road kill
With the top down feelin like
[The Game + Dej Loaf:]
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida
[Dej Loaf:]
No whip now we in the Ray Roll Range
Keep it gangsta pricy, one of them cold things
Wit ya, noooo, I ain't mad at ya
Get out of line, probably throw a couple jabs at em
[The Game:]
Hit Rodeo, probably throw a couple bags at ya
In my 2Pac voice - I ain't mad at ya
Take the wheel, see if you can drive while I eat it
My fitted flew off, but I dont need it, tell me what I need
[Dej Loaf:]
You need a bitch that's gonna blast, spend cash with ya
Same time fuck good, drop ass for you
Yeah, I ride it like rah-rah-rah-rah
Eat the pussy like la-la-laaaa
[The Game:]
Why you gotta tell a nigga buinnes
Fine nigga Friday, you know a nigga live this
Hit you with the helicopter tongue
Then fuck you til the helicopter come
[The Game + Dej Loaf:]
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida
[The Game + Dej Loaf:]
One look and I got her
In corners in my Impala
(My ambitionz of a rida)
Slidin down that pole for a dollar, nada
Tell that girl Holla
(My ambitionz of a rida)
I done brought the Thug Life out her
Got her stuffin bircks in that Prada
(My ambitionz of a rida)
And she love when I'm inside her
And can't nobody divide us
[The Game + Dej Loaf:]
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida
Sauce lyrics - The Game (feat. DJ Khaled)
[DJ Khaled:]
Ayo Game, this that '92 shit
We the Best dream team
They don't want us to have sauce on these shrimps and steaks
They don't want us on exotic islands swimming in the biggest oceans ever
So you know what we gon' do?
We gon' live it up to the fullest
Ayo Game, talk that talk
[The Game:]
In '05 Nas said I was the truth
Niggas thought I was from New York, niggas thought I was off the stoop
Till I pulled up with Snoop like Dre did in "G Thang"
Wasn't no limit after that so I did my Master P thing
Middle fingers to my enemies
Working on "The Documentary" with Nate Dogg sipping my Hennessy
First thing I recorded was me and 50
"Hate It or Love It", I had more Cincinnati hats than Ken Griffey
Whole hood had them Black Wall tats
Me facin' G-Rod, where Buddah Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop, I ball like a disco
15's in the Bentley, bass hit hard like the Klitschko's
Wrist glow, my bitch know I'm bipolar
Half Gandhi, half schitzo but my 16's US missiles
Put some sauce on it
Tell 'em put some sauce on it
I think I put too much sauce on it
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot
Max B is the Wave God, I'm with the sauce though
Never had 5 mics in my life so fuck The Source ho
As far as awards go, they gave away my Grammy
Gave it to Missy, I was too gangster and they ain't understand me
I had too much sauce
Before my time I was too much boss
In a Maybach with a mil, too much Ross
My freshman class'll whoop your freshman class ass
It was me, Ye, Snowman, Banks, Buck, and Fab
Everybody wore platinum cause everybody went platinum
And you woulda thought The Unit was coached by Phil Jackson
The N was raw, it's Tim McGraw
Them Henny caps was spinnin' off
You had beef and niggas saw you?
They smacked you like a tennis ball
We hit 'em off, invented ball
Had bitches wet in Senegal
Showed niggas Lamborghini doors
Before they had Aventadors
I get it off, I've been a boss
Gettin' bricks off in them rental cars
I did it all but I'm spillin' sauce
Can't stop blood like menopause
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
Put some sauce on it
Tossed the bitch salad last night with no ranch
I like it sweet and sour cause I grew up off of Rosecrans
Showed Kendrick his first Benz
Showed Problem if niggas had a problem I jumped in
I was a YG when YG was just a little nigga
Had white bitches swallowin' sauce up out of my Hilfiger's
He's so Compton, niggas hate him, bitches love 'em
Bought my first Bentley and let Kim and Paris picked the colors
Then we gassed off like NASCAR
I done drove everything except Madagascar's
My flow sick-ill, I'm off them bath salts
I used to fuck bitches that Usher Raymond passed off
Then I fucked three Kardashians, hold that thought
I'm that raw, not that raw, Trojans on deck
Like USA synchronized swimmers, I keep them hoes wet
And if you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but the sauce ain't one, hit me
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot
Put some sauce on it
Tell 'em put some sauce on it
I think I put too much sauce on it
Ayo Game, this that '92 shit
We the Best dream team
They don't want us to have sauce on these shrimps and steaks
They don't want us on exotic islands swimming in the biggest oceans ever
So you know what we gon' do?
We gon' live it up to the fullest
Ayo Game, talk that talk
[The Game:]
In '05 Nas said I was the truth
Niggas thought I was from New York, niggas thought I was off the stoop
Till I pulled up with Snoop like Dre did in "G Thang"
Wasn't no limit after that so I did my Master P thing
Middle fingers to my enemies
Working on "The Documentary" with Nate Dogg sipping my Hennessy
First thing I recorded was me and 50
"Hate It or Love It", I had more Cincinnati hats than Ken Griffey
Whole hood had them Black Wall tats
Me facin' G-Rod, where Buddah Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop, I ball like a disco
15's in the Bentley, bass hit hard like the Klitschko's
Wrist glow, my bitch know I'm bipolar
Half Gandhi, half schitzo but my 16's US missiles
Put some sauce on it
Tell 'em put some sauce on it
I think I put too much sauce on it
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot
Max B is the Wave God, I'm with the sauce though
Never had 5 mics in my life so fuck The Source ho
As far as awards go, they gave away my Grammy
Gave it to Missy, I was too gangster and they ain't understand me
I had too much sauce
Before my time I was too much boss
In a Maybach with a mil, too much Ross
My freshman class'll whoop your freshman class ass
It was me, Ye, Snowman, Banks, Buck, and Fab
Everybody wore platinum cause everybody went platinum
And you woulda thought The Unit was coached by Phil Jackson
The N was raw, it's Tim McGraw
Them Henny caps was spinnin' off
You had beef and niggas saw you?
They smacked you like a tennis ball
We hit 'em off, invented ball
Had bitches wet in Senegal
Showed niggas Lamborghini doors
Before they had Aventadors
I get it off, I've been a boss
Gettin' bricks off in them rental cars
I did it all but I'm spillin' sauce
Can't stop blood like menopause
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
Put some sauce on it
Tossed the bitch salad last night with no ranch
I like it sweet and sour cause I grew up off of Rosecrans
Showed Kendrick his first Benz
Showed Problem if niggas had a problem I jumped in
I was a YG when YG was just a little nigga
Had white bitches swallowin' sauce up out of my Hilfiger's
He's so Compton, niggas hate him, bitches love 'em
Bought my first Bentley and let Kim and Paris picked the colors
Then we gassed off like NASCAR
I done drove everything except Madagascar's
My flow sick-ill, I'm off them bath salts
I used to fuck bitches that Usher Raymond passed off
Then I fucked three Kardashians, hold that thought
I'm that raw, not that raw, Trojans on deck
Like USA synchronized swimmers, I keep them hoes wet
And if you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but the sauce ain't one, hit me
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot
Put some sauce on it
Tell 'em put some sauce on it
I think I put too much sauce on it
"Second Chance lyrics - The Game (feat. Eminem)
[The Game]
L.A.X niggas... yeahhh...
Y'all know who the fuck I am...
I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where
Posted on the block in them black Airs
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear
Yeah, that V12 is roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner let me serve
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my world
All I did was switch the kitchens
Did some tracks on the birds...
Irv, I Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas beffin' with me
I never heared of them
If I was the old me I would murda them
Matter fact, if I was the old me - I would Curtis them
[Refrain x2]
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away
Lying by my side
[Eminem]
I never would've dreamed in an a million years I'd see,
So many motherfuckin' people who feel like me, who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin' army, who marchin' in back of me
So many lives touch
So much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays, and straight
Through your radio waves it plays and plays
Till it stays stuch in your head for days and days
Who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair with some peroxide
Reaching for a t-shirt to wear, that I would carapult to the forefront of rap like this
How could I predict my words would have an impact like this
I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office
Cause congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nothin' but problems
And now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government
I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumping it on...
[Refrain x2]
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away
Lying by me side
[The Game]
Cos when the sun comes up from behind the sea
Niggas see my behind the B
ENT. don't stand for entertainment
Stands for zero to sixty, anybody see Game went?
To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence
And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick!
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No I'm not the doctor, but I produce the same shit
[Eminem]
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself
If they were brown, Shady loose
Shady sits on the shelf, but Shady's cute, Shady knew, Shady's dimple's would help,
Make ladies swoon baby, ohh baby, look at my sales, let's do the math
If I were black, I wouldn't of sold half
I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that,
But I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back
Gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at
[Refrain x4]
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away
Lying by my side
L.A.X niggas... yeahhh...
Y'all know who the fuck I am...
I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where
Posted on the block in them black Airs
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear
Yeah, that V12 is roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner let me serve
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my world
All I did was switch the kitchens
Did some tracks on the birds...
Irv, I Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas beffin' with me
I never heared of them
If I was the old me I would murda them
Matter fact, if I was the old me - I would Curtis them
[Refrain x2]
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away
Lying by my side
[Eminem]
I never would've dreamed in an a million years I'd see,
So many motherfuckin' people who feel like me, who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin' army, who marchin' in back of me
So many lives touch
So much anger aimed, in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays, and straight
Through your radio waves it plays and plays
Till it stays stuch in your head for days and days
Who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my hair with some peroxide
Reaching for a t-shirt to wear, that I would carapult to the forefront of rap like this
How could I predict my words would have an impact like this
I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office
Cause congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nothin' but problems
And now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government
I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumping it on...
[Refrain x2]
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away
Lying by me side
[The Game]
Cos when the sun comes up from behind the sea
Niggas see my behind the B
ENT. don't stand for entertainment
Stands for zero to sixty, anybody see Game went?
To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence
And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick!
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No I'm not the doctor, but I produce the same shit
[Eminem]
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself
If they were brown, Shady loose
Shady sits on the shelf, but Shady's cute, Shady knew, Shady's dimple's would help,
Make ladies swoon baby, ohh baby, look at my sales, let's do the math
If I were black, I wouldn't of sold half
I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high school to know that,
But I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back
Gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin' studio's at
[Refrain x4]
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away
Lying by my side
Shake lyrics - The Game
[Verse 1]
Yo gimme some fries and an extra large (Shake)
Bitch hurry up, I'm late for this meeting I gotta (Shake)
I'm in the McDonalds drive through about to roll up this (Shake)
Gotta pee so bad nigga doing the Harlem (Shake)
I was rollin my blunt and seen my side mirror (Shake)
Thought it was my speakers then seen this nigga's body (Shake)
Man I'm on probation muthfucker I'm bout to (Shake)
Fuck them fires and that (Shake)
Niggas thought that Earthquakes was the only thing that (Shake)
You can get your ass popped over the way that dice (Shake)
I bought Dre to the Hood the driver was ready to (Shake)
Guess he aint seen a real Blood hand (Shake)
Or a crack fiend walking down the block with that (Shake)
Everybody got a family member with that (Shake)
That I'll come through and steal your TV and then (Shake)
Man fuck that TV cause channel 9 used to (Shake)
Couldn't watch Magic Johnson give Isiah that (Shake)
Now i got a plasma on my wall that bitch don't (Shake)
But that bitch in my bed got them double D's that (Shake)
And an ass like Trina when I smack it it (Shake)
And thats why I like it doggy style cos you can see that shit (Shake)
Neighbors hitting on the ceiling cos I make that bed (Shake)
Landlord said I make too much noise I gotta (Shake)
Oh shit my baby mommy called and bitch you gotta (Shake)
We was about to get it on to that Kelis milk (Shake)
I gotta hit it one more time before a nigga (Shake)
I'mma fuck this bitch until her knees start to (Shake)
Face in the pillow ass up let me see you (Shake)
[Chorus]
What ya momma gave you like that bitch (Shake)
What ya momma gave you throw it back now (Shake)
What ya momma gave you let the World see it (Shake)
[Verse 2]
Me and fifty aint agree on shit so I had to (Shake)
Aint no telling what he putting in that protein (Shake)
Seen the candy shop video look at this nigga (Shake)
And thats the same shit that made the nigga Young Buck (Shake)
I'm surprised that Lloyd Banks and Yayo didn't (Shake)
Wasn't selling no records Jimmy Iovine said (Shake)
Only Black Eyed Pea's making the white folks (Shake)
I drop off my album and make the whole World (Shake)
Hit the Valet grab my Ferrari and then (Shake)
It's an automatic start my keys don't (Shake)
Unless they headed out of town when the Greyhound (Shake)
Going down to Miami where the Palm tree's (Shake)
She see the cops she know the drop that Louie bag (Shake)
Why you calling my phone you know the routine (Shake)
Bitch lost my bricks my Pimp hand bout to (Shake)
Make my money back bitch even if you gotta (Shake)
[Chorus]
What ya momma gave you like that bitch (Shake)
What ya momma gave you throw it back now (Shake)
What ya momma gave you let the World see it (Shake)
Yo gimme some fries and an extra large (Shake)
Bitch hurry up, I'm late for this meeting I gotta (Shake)
I'm in the McDonalds drive through about to roll up this (Shake)
Gotta pee so bad nigga doing the Harlem (Shake)
I was rollin my blunt and seen my side mirror (Shake)
Thought it was my speakers then seen this nigga's body (Shake)
Man I'm on probation muthfucker I'm bout to (Shake)
Fuck them fires and that (Shake)
Niggas thought that Earthquakes was the only thing that (Shake)
You can get your ass popped over the way that dice (Shake)
I bought Dre to the Hood the driver was ready to (Shake)
Guess he aint seen a real Blood hand (Shake)
Or a crack fiend walking down the block with that (Shake)
Everybody got a family member with that (Shake)
That I'll come through and steal your TV and then (Shake)
Man fuck that TV cause channel 9 used to (Shake)
Couldn't watch Magic Johnson give Isiah that (Shake)
Now i got a plasma on my wall that bitch don't (Shake)
But that bitch in my bed got them double D's that (Shake)
And an ass like Trina when I smack it it (Shake)
And thats why I like it doggy style cos you can see that shit (Shake)
Neighbors hitting on the ceiling cos I make that bed (Shake)
Landlord said I make too much noise I gotta (Shake)
Oh shit my baby mommy called and bitch you gotta (Shake)
We was about to get it on to that Kelis milk (Shake)
I gotta hit it one more time before a nigga (Shake)
I'mma fuck this bitch until her knees start to (Shake)
Face in the pillow ass up let me see you (Shake)
[Chorus]
What ya momma gave you like that bitch (Shake)
What ya momma gave you throw it back now (Shake)
What ya momma gave you let the World see it (Shake)
[Verse 2]
Me and fifty aint agree on shit so I had to (Shake)
Aint no telling what he putting in that protein (Shake)
Seen the candy shop video look at this nigga (Shake)
And thats the same shit that made the nigga Young Buck (Shake)
I'm surprised that Lloyd Banks and Yayo didn't (Shake)
Wasn't selling no records Jimmy Iovine said (Shake)
Only Black Eyed Pea's making the white folks (Shake)
I drop off my album and make the whole World (Shake)
Hit the Valet grab my Ferrari and then (Shake)
It's an automatic start my keys don't (Shake)
Unless they headed out of town when the Greyhound (Shake)
Going down to Miami where the Palm tree's (Shake)
She see the cops she know the drop that Louie bag (Shake)
Why you calling my phone you know the routine (Shake)
Bitch lost my bricks my Pimp hand bout to (Shake)
Make my money back bitch even if you gotta (Shake)
[Chorus]
What ya momma gave you like that bitch (Shake)
What ya momma gave you throw it back now (Shake)
What ya momma gave you let the World see it (Shake)
Slangin' Rocks lyrics - The Game
Ay yo, 1 time for your motherfuckin’ mind
Y’all niggas waitin on me?! Hahaaaa
Yea, yea, yea…2010 windows on this red Ferrari
Hand on my nuts nigga (ohhh shit)
Solo cause my niggas all locked up in the pen
Here we go again, 2010, 28” rims
Slammed them hardcore like Lil’ Kim
Get money, then me and my entourage is in
So tell ya friend to tell her girlfriend I’m in the Benz
This is a Dope Boyz car, bought it with coke cash
& prior this gat, it came with 4 stashes
Get money, fuck bitches, this is my life
She blowin’ today, in 5 years this is your wife
& you can’t handle that, gimme that ace of spades nigga
This is a bottle Jack, bring it back to VIP & swallow that
Holler back, used to sell crack where the college at
When I got low, I re-up where they shoot them hollows at
Same hood, same guns, same tee, same one’s
Who said ‘cause I’m saggin’ in these jeans that I can’t run?
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
I could talk about my cars, but fuck what’s in my garage
I’d rather have a mánage with you & Nicki Minaj
(Aww) This is a threesome
Getting me some, D.R.E. some, Skateboard B some
Starmap nigga, I’m back with a vengeance
Call that happy feet but I don’t fuck with the penguins
In my hood that’s a no-no, court date: no-show
Got a warrant out but that’s just R.E.D. Album promo
Tell ‘em like Will, tell ‘em nigga come & get meee
Blowin sticky green & I can feel it in my kidney
Chillin in the wind & aint got no common sense
The way that I’m jumpin & swervin inside this Bentley
I am simply a natural born killer
Nigga tempt me, leave this fuckin’ choppa all empty
Yea I did it, that’s purple haze lemme hit it
Hide the smoke under my BBC fitted & I’m
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
I be chillin’ by the [?] now, right by the mill shop
They want Game locked up ‘cause that’ll make the jail hot
Call my nigga Pharrell cause that’ll make my bail pop
California love, I hold it down well Pac
Much love to Brooklyn, got these haters shell-shocked
Roll my L’s in Harlem, cause that was Big L’s spot
& its summertime, here go my Hummer line
H3, Dre beats beatin like the drummer line
Rollin’ with my niggas, peace to my bitches
Lets have a pool party & go swimmin’ in my riches
Patent lime, Belvedere, Cerock & Deziak
BB in there with Diddy like “Nigga where the breezys at?”
So I can beat ‘em, yea Chris Breezy that
Right behind the Starmap logo is where you see me at
Gimme some, I went from pyrex pots to yachts
Jay, we got something in common: IT’S THE ROC(K)!
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
Y’all niggas waitin on me?! Hahaaaa
Yea, yea, yea…2010 windows on this red Ferrari
Hand on my nuts nigga (ohhh shit)
Solo cause my niggas all locked up in the pen
Here we go again, 2010, 28” rims
Slammed them hardcore like Lil’ Kim
Get money, then me and my entourage is in
So tell ya friend to tell her girlfriend I’m in the Benz
This is a Dope Boyz car, bought it with coke cash
& prior this gat, it came with 4 stashes
Get money, fuck bitches, this is my life
She blowin’ today, in 5 years this is your wife
& you can’t handle that, gimme that ace of spades nigga
This is a bottle Jack, bring it back to VIP & swallow that
Holler back, used to sell crack where the college at
When I got low, I re-up where they shoot them hollows at
Same hood, same guns, same tee, same one’s
Who said ‘cause I’m saggin’ in these jeans that I can’t run?
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
I could talk about my cars, but fuck what’s in my garage
I’d rather have a mánage with you & Nicki Minaj
(Aww) This is a threesome
Getting me some, D.R.E. some, Skateboard B some
Starmap nigga, I’m back with a vengeance
Call that happy feet but I don’t fuck with the penguins
In my hood that’s a no-no, court date: no-show
Got a warrant out but that’s just R.E.D. Album promo
Tell ‘em like Will, tell ‘em nigga come & get meee
Blowin sticky green & I can feel it in my kidney
Chillin in the wind & aint got no common sense
The way that I’m jumpin & swervin inside this Bentley
I am simply a natural born killer
Nigga tempt me, leave this fuckin’ choppa all empty
Yea I did it, that’s purple haze lemme hit it
Hide the smoke under my BBC fitted & I’m
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
I be chillin’ by the [?] now, right by the mill shop
They want Game locked up ‘cause that’ll make the jail hot
Call my nigga Pharrell cause that’ll make my bail pop
California love, I hold it down well Pac
Much love to Brooklyn, got these haters shell-shocked
Roll my L’s in Harlem, cause that was Big L’s spot
& its summertime, here go my Hummer line
H3, Dre beats beatin like the drummer line
Rollin’ with my niggas, peace to my bitches
Lets have a pool party & go swimmin’ in my riches
Patent lime, Belvedere, Cerock & Deziak
BB in there with Diddy like “Nigga where the breezys at?”
So I can beat ‘em, yea Chris Breezy that
Right behind the Starmap logo is where you see me at
Gimme some, I went from pyrex pots to yachts
Jay, we got something in common: IT’S THE ROC(K)!
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
Standin’ on the corner straight slangin’ rocks
Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops
Aww, straight slangin’ rocks
Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
So High lyrics - The Game (feat. Ya Boy & Juice)
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
[Game]
Purple haze or that chocltai
Switchin lanes with my knee cause I'm rollin while I drive
And I be blowin that sticky green out the S5
That california kush increase these bitches sex drive
I know that so I be rollin up the best la
When I open my sack niggas can smell it down in bedstay
In LA niggas say my shit is that good
In new york niggas be rollin up them backwoods
Niggas try to rob me for miles to see me roll up chronic
I take the 'belve with the goose and mix it up with the tonic
I cant see her through the smoke but I can tell that she want it
Take two puffs and pass wake me up in the mornin
This ain't nothin like smokin while you gettin some head
Break it down on the chronic album call it breakfast in bed
So mary jane let me know if you wit it
They say weed is like pussy you neva know how good it is till you hit it
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
[Ya Boy]
I like my weed purple fluffy just like a pillow
You smoke a little I love to fill up the cigarillo
Outta control mane a different mode mane
Outta my body I feel like I'm on soul plane
Don't ask me how high baby I'm on cloud nine
And Imma be smokin and burnin untill I damn die
Passin it with my people smokin it like its legal
Me and AR higher than two bald eagles
I got some blue weed straight from africa
Too high to drive so I gotta play the passenga
That shita damaga mark it on ya calenda
Everyday is 420 baby I need the cannabis
I smoke a 8th a day I smoke the pain away
I smoke on sunny days and I smoke on rainy days
I'm in love wit it I'm in the club wit it
Don't polute the air just put a dub in it
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
[Juice]
Man I be smokin on that bobby brown and I go pound for pound
Roll it up in that swisher cause that's how I get down
And I'm blowin garcia vegas when I'm outta town
And I don't smoke that much because I'm outta town
And know that beacuse I'm rollin wit that 4-5
Them hollow tips make sure that a nigga don't die
In AZ they say that nigga Juice is on fire
In miami they say that nigga juice is loc-da
So I peel it back and get so high oh my
Mary tellin a nigga don't drive no lie
Every nigga I know be smokin that weed
I'm high all the time man my favorite color is green
When you smoke I smoke when you choke I choke
Just don't hit it too fast motherfucker I'm broke
Just puff and pass when you smokin on kush
And my weed got america fucked like george bush
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
[Game]
Purple haze or that chocltai
Switchin lanes with my knee cause I'm rollin while I drive
And I be blowin that sticky green out the S5
That california kush increase these bitches sex drive
I know that so I be rollin up the best la
When I open my sack niggas can smell it down in bedstay
In LA niggas say my shit is that good
In new york niggas be rollin up them backwoods
Niggas try to rob me for miles to see me roll up chronic
I take the 'belve with the goose and mix it up with the tonic
I cant see her through the smoke but I can tell that she want it
Take two puffs and pass wake me up in the mornin
This ain't nothin like smokin while you gettin some head
Break it down on the chronic album call it breakfast in bed
So mary jane let me know if you wit it
They say weed is like pussy you neva know how good it is till you hit it
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
[Ya Boy]
I like my weed purple fluffy just like a pillow
You smoke a little I love to fill up the cigarillo
Outta control mane a different mode mane
Outta my body I feel like I'm on soul plane
Don't ask me how high baby I'm on cloud nine
And Imma be smokin and burnin untill I damn die
Passin it with my people smokin it like its legal
Me and AR higher than two bald eagles
I got some blue weed straight from africa
Too high to drive so I gotta play the passenga
That shita damaga mark it on ya calenda
Everyday is 420 baby I need the cannabis
I smoke a 8th a day I smoke the pain away
I smoke on sunny days and I smoke on rainy days
I'm in love wit it I'm in the club wit it
Don't polute the air just put a dub in it
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
[Juice]
Man I be smokin on that bobby brown and I go pound for pound
Roll it up in that swisher cause that's how I get down
And I'm blowin garcia vegas when I'm outta town
And I don't smoke that much because I'm outta town
And know that beacuse I'm rollin wit that 4-5
Them hollow tips make sure that a nigga don't die
In AZ they say that nigga Juice is on fire
In miami they say that nigga juice is loc-da
So I peel it back and get so high oh my
Mary tellin a nigga don't drive no lie
Every nigga I know be smokin that weed
I'm high all the time man my favorite color is green
When you smoke I smoke when you choke I choke
Just don't hit it too fast motherfucker I'm broke
Just puff and pass when you smokin on kush
And my weed got america fucked like george bush
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
Man I get so high can you imagine how fast the weed go
Take two puffs and pass pull out another sack so we can roll that
Southside lyrics - The Game (feat. Lil Scrappy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(Aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]
Ill leave your ass cripled
Like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin up
Tha man Jake the snake
Every nigga on the street
Got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face
With a gay like mase
I dont hate the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali love
And I aint in no gang
Every nigga that role wit me
Betta keep it G'd
Ill put the verdebrate
Push a DDT
Lets get the sippi
Yall niggas aint even gifted
Bust a shot at your chin
Your top getting lifted
G's up get your G's up
Scrappy with your weed up
I fuck with g-unit
So yall sake get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going
Through something
I cant change
I fuck hoes that would make
Mya look lame
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Game]
The reallest of niggas
I role wit them killas (yeah)
The world gotta feel us
My clique is gorilla
You niggas in trouble
Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing
You aint gotta know
Im sigend to Dre to know that he sick
P-89 thats what I handle my beef with
Put them hollow tips under your arms
Like speedstick
Ride through your hood
In a blue impala
Like we crips
Roll down the tints, G-Unit
Im a head busta, lil scrappy
When the lead touch ya
And they aint no comming back when you dead fucker
Sleep in your earn
And get eaten by worms
Trying to fight a fire with
Bottled water heat and get burned
They tampered my phones
Like D-R-E and the firm
Cuz im buzzing like WuTang
And it aint even my turn
So who it may concern
Youll get your whole mouth wide
Fuckin with them gang bangers
In the SOUTHSIDE
[Chorus]
[Outro - Lil Scrappy (Game)]
Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga
(hold up)
This your boy little scrappy shorty
(BME) A-town (A-town)
Mi nigga game (Comptown)
You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch
They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit
They wanna get that ass hit
Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G)
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Im for real
Nah not me nigga
[Chorus]
SOUTHSIDE [X2]
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(Aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it)
Yall dont want it with the southside
(ayy, ayy, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy)
[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]
Ill leave your ass cripled
Like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin up
Tha man Jake the snake
Every nigga on the street
Got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face
With a gay like mase
I dont hate the fagget
Lets get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a precher
So my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit game
Real nigga with flame
He show me cali love
And I aint in no gang
Every nigga that role wit me
Betta keep it G'd
Ill put the verdebrate
Push a DDT
Lets get the sippi
Yall niggas aint even gifted
Bust a shot at your chin
Your top getting lifted
G's up get your G's up
Scrappy with your weed up
I fuck with g-unit
So yall sake get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going
Through something
I cant change
I fuck hoes that would make
Mya look lame
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Game]
The reallest of niggas
I role wit them killas (yeah)
The world gotta feel us
My clique is gorilla
You niggas in trouble
Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing
You aint gotta know
Im sigend to Dre to know that he sick
P-89 thats what I handle my beef with
Put them hollow tips under your arms
Like speedstick
Ride through your hood
In a blue impala
Like we crips
Roll down the tints, G-Unit
Im a head busta, lil scrappy
When the lead touch ya
And they aint no comming back when you dead fucker
Sleep in your earn
And get eaten by worms
Trying to fight a fire with
Bottled water heat and get burned
They tampered my phones
Like D-R-E and the firm
Cuz im buzzing like WuTang
And it aint even my turn
So who it may concern
Youll get your whole mouth wide
Fuckin with them gang bangers
In the SOUTHSIDE
[Chorus]
[Outro - Lil Scrappy (Game)]
Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga
(hold up)
This your boy little scrappy shorty
(BME) A-town (A-town)
Mi nigga game (Comptown)
You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch
They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit
They wanna get that ass hit
Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G)
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Who you lookin at?
Nah not me nigga
Im for real
Nah not me nigga
[Chorus]
SOUTHSIDE [X2]
Still Me lyrics - The Game (feat. Ikay & Mya)
[Intro - Ikay]
Yow! A weh di fuck do dem?
Black Wallstreet, Cry Nation,
Yeah!
From Kingston to Compton… Ha ha,
Yow Game! Weh yuh deh pon?
Warminister!
Ha ha… Dem fi know,
Yeah!
Game! fuck wid dem.
[Verse 1 - The Game]
Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallway in the projects,
To park in a four door Bentley on my set,
Same hood, same motherfuckin steps I sat on and took the plastic off of "Life After Death",
Bangin, boning Biggie Biggie i did a 360,
The Aftermath for that is the nigga 50 ain’t wit me,
No hard feelings, we both made millions,
You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit,
like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick,
Before "Detox", let me take my last chronic hit.
Now I am gangsta rap,
Inhale the weed smoke and coughed up five platinum plaques,
So I’m a let the nigga Dr. Dre hit,
Next time I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch,
I don't make love, I make hits,
I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop shit.
[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta.
[Verse 2 - The Game]
I’m that six figure nigga,
Who got the word from KRS-ONE and stole the Blueprint from Jigga,
Niggaz yellin Game did this, Game did that,
Game ain’t do shit but bring the motherfuckin West Coast back,
I hear the whisperin goin on in the hood,
I sent a motherfuckin Hallmark card to Suge,
That nigga know that we all good,
So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death threats I'm already dead,
I put the .38 revolver to my own fuckin head,
before I let the shit eat my conscience,
Ain’t a nigga in the world could tell me I can't come thru Compton,
Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers,
Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy,
Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that makes me a crack baby,
I'm in rehab three times a week,
because I'm a motherfuckin fiend for a Dr. Dre beat.
[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta.
[Verse 3 - Ikay]
Uh, Yea! Uh,
It’s da motherfuckin I dot,
Jamaica on my back,
Ten pounds of weed on my block,
Cops coming, hide that,
I’m so fuckin blessed,
Straight off da River, so fucking fresh,
Heyy!
Mi got mi chopper pon mi,
Pussyhole! Suck yuh mother, tek yuh eyes off mi rapper money,
Got respect fi di shottas only,
Stick to the streets like cheese to macaroni,
A weh di fuck do dem,
Five shots, a duppy dem,
Glock innah mi hand, mi a go fi dem,
Big dog never scared ah di puppy dem,
I got no love fi dem,
Got slugs fi dem,
I be on some street shit,
Weed in my eyes so I can’t see shit,
Be on some G shit,
Let dem niggaz talk, run up on you wit da Hawk and squeeze clips,
They wanna know where da nigga from,
Kingston Jamaica got dem niggaz bombed,
I’m never wrong,
I am the the street motherfuckas, here I am.
[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta.
Yow! A weh di fuck do dem?
Black Wallstreet, Cry Nation,
Yeah!
From Kingston to Compton… Ha ha,
Yow Game! Weh yuh deh pon?
Warminister!
Ha ha… Dem fi know,
Yeah!
Game! fuck wid dem.
[Verse 1 - The Game]
Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallway in the projects,
To park in a four door Bentley on my set,
Same hood, same motherfuckin steps I sat on and took the plastic off of "Life After Death",
Bangin, boning Biggie Biggie i did a 360,
The Aftermath for that is the nigga 50 ain’t wit me,
No hard feelings, we both made millions,
You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit,
like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick,
Before "Detox", let me take my last chronic hit.
Now I am gangsta rap,
Inhale the weed smoke and coughed up five platinum plaques,
So I’m a let the nigga Dr. Dre hit,
Next time I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch,
I don't make love, I make hits,
I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop shit.
[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta.
[Verse 2 - The Game]
I’m that six figure nigga,
Who got the word from KRS-ONE and stole the Blueprint from Jigga,
Niggaz yellin Game did this, Game did that,
Game ain’t do shit but bring the motherfuckin West Coast back,
I hear the whisperin goin on in the hood,
I sent a motherfuckin Hallmark card to Suge,
That nigga know that we all good,
So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death threats I'm already dead,
I put the .38 revolver to my own fuckin head,
before I let the shit eat my conscience,
Ain’t a nigga in the world could tell me I can't come thru Compton,
Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers,
Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy,
Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that makes me a crack baby,
I'm in rehab three times a week,
because I'm a motherfuckin fiend for a Dr. Dre beat.
[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta.
[Verse 3 - Ikay]
Uh, Yea! Uh,
It’s da motherfuckin I dot,
Jamaica on my back,
Ten pounds of weed on my block,
Cops coming, hide that,
I’m so fuckin blessed,
Straight off da River, so fucking fresh,
Heyy!
Mi got mi chopper pon mi,
Pussyhole! Suck yuh mother, tek yuh eyes off mi rapper money,
Got respect fi di shottas only,
Stick to the streets like cheese to macaroni,
A weh di fuck do dem,
Five shots, a duppy dem,
Glock innah mi hand, mi a go fi dem,
Big dog never scared ah di puppy dem,
I got no love fi dem,
Got slugs fi dem,
I be on some street shit,
Weed in my eyes so I can’t see shit,
Be on some G shit,
Let dem niggaz talk, run up on you wit da Hawk and squeeze clips,
They wanna know where da nigga from,
Kingston Jamaica got dem niggaz bombed,
I’m never wrong,
I am the the street motherfuckas, here I am.
[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta.
T.H.O.T. lyrics - The Game (feat. Problem, Huddy & Badd Lucc)
[Hook: Huddy]
That’s yo hoe? I fucked yo bitch hold up
Yo face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy I nuted all on her lips
Cuz you fuckin with a THOT nigga
You fuckin with a THOT nigga that’s on mamas
Cuz you fuckin with a THOT nigga
You fuckin with a THOT nigga that’s on mamas
[Verse 1: Game]
You fuckin wit a THOT nigga
I’m a real nigga bitch you fuckin’ wit a Pac nigga
Graduated from the pills and them rocks nigga
Money, power, respect, come through like The Lox nigga
Fuck a bottle, buy the box nigga
Buy the Audemar, we don’t Google, we buy the stock nigga
Same old boppers, leader of the new school
Sprayin on them lockers, no rain gon stop us
Get the swing on yappers
Flush on the bottom, gold fangs on the top ones, you came with the choppa
And I’m known for cutting these hoes like I’m the bachelor
They stuck in the hood, I’m the spatula
Told these bitches expose these bitches for who they are
You a THOT, yea I really know these bitches
Think it’s all I owed these bitches for being themselves
She a coach bag bitch but she follow Chanelle
That’s on mamas
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Problem]
I got riggidi riggidi racks and them diggiti damn
The piggiti piggiti paint the face of a riggidi clown
Black out, back out, like a flimsy blast
Fuck a track out, like racin outside, pussies chalked outline
Niggas can’t be outshined, outrhymed or outdimed
I’m like Magic in his prime without hives
It’s stuntin season
It’s fuck niggas like gays but for the other reason
Me and Luccy getting cutting in them regions
Period, a bitch bleed then I fuckin bleed er
What?
You fuckin with a THOT nigga
My Compton niggas come with K like that nigga
Real when I talk, you can tell bout my tone
Fewest of grim likes, a bitch swear that she on
Via post from condos riding in Lambos
Stunting pronto, knowin that shit Rondo’s bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
She kinda thick, what’s yo measure?
say her name bone collector, that’s on secty
3-5-4, I’mma rep ride it real
She like the way I dress but them 5-0-1’s on the chill
On her first two visits, nasty when I fuck
I told her keep me out the clinic, and mamas I’m bout that business
Blowin money fast but I’m stayin out them fences
Super pervert, I’m G Lavert to these bitches
Feelin like that nigga
Back when I was skinny, before I’m fillin out them pictures and fuckin wit yo sister
Mr grab diamond wear sheriff hoes
And if my bitch done have a kid I have a lair for hoes
Hella sick with this pimpin
My moms told me how to tell a chick from a chicken
Don’t be fuckin with a Christian
Diamond lane bangin, they hear it and get to trippin
I’m the king of the THOTs, nigga listen
[Hook x2]
That’s yo hoe? I fucked yo bitch hold up
Yo face look mad as shit
She sucked my dick and you kissed her
Boy I nuted all on her lips
Cuz you fuckin with a THOT nigga
You fuckin with a THOT nigga that’s on mamas
Cuz you fuckin with a THOT nigga
You fuckin with a THOT nigga that’s on mamas
[Verse 1: Game]
You fuckin wit a THOT nigga
I’m a real nigga bitch you fuckin’ wit a Pac nigga
Graduated from the pills and them rocks nigga
Money, power, respect, come through like The Lox nigga
Fuck a bottle, buy the box nigga
Buy the Audemar, we don’t Google, we buy the stock nigga
Same old boppers, leader of the new school
Sprayin on them lockers, no rain gon stop us
Get the swing on yappers
Flush on the bottom, gold fangs on the top ones, you came with the choppa
And I’m known for cutting these hoes like I’m the bachelor
They stuck in the hood, I’m the spatula
Told these bitches expose these bitches for who they are
You a THOT, yea I really know these bitches
Think it’s all I owed these bitches for being themselves
She a coach bag bitch but she follow Chanelle
That’s on mamas
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Problem]
I got riggidi riggidi racks and them diggiti damn
The piggiti piggiti paint the face of a riggidi clown
Black out, back out, like a flimsy blast
Fuck a track out, like racin outside, pussies chalked outline
Niggas can’t be outshined, outrhymed or outdimed
I’m like Magic in his prime without hives
It’s stuntin season
It’s fuck niggas like gays but for the other reason
Me and Luccy getting cutting in them regions
Period, a bitch bleed then I fuckin bleed er
What?
You fuckin with a THOT nigga
My Compton niggas come with K like that nigga
Real when I talk, you can tell bout my tone
Fewest of grim likes, a bitch swear that she on
Via post from condos riding in Lambos
Stunting pronto, knowin that shit Rondo’s bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Bad Lucc]
She kinda thick, what’s yo measure?
say her name bone collector, that’s on secty
3-5-4, I’mma rep ride it real
She like the way I dress but them 5-0-1’s on the chill
On her first two visits, nasty when I fuck
I told her keep me out the clinic, and mamas I’m bout that business
Blowin money fast but I’m stayin out them fences
Super pervert, I’m G Lavert to these bitches
Feelin like that nigga
Back when I was skinny, before I’m fillin out them pictures and fuckin wit yo sister
Mr grab diamond wear sheriff hoes
And if my bitch done have a kid I have a lair for hoes
Hella sick with this pimpin
My moms told me how to tell a chick from a chicken
Don’t be fuckin with a Christian
Diamond lane bangin, they hear it and get to trippin
I’m the king of the THOTs, nigga listen
[Hook x2]
The Soundtrack lyrics - The Game (feat. Meek Mill)
[Verse 1: Game and Meek Mill]
Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful
Crack rock lingerin', fiends suckin' they cuticles
Wear the wrong colors 'round here, niggas is shootin' you
Niggas workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles
Nigga, you killin' who? Street shit, me and Meek shit
Fuck with him, fuck around and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will ride for your nigga, right?
Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right
Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
Niggas want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ)
Compton, California, come and see what my city like
(Babies losin' hope when they see they momma hit the pipe)
Rosecrans, (Berks Street), niggas tryin' to murk me
(God, it hit me first, G)
[Hook: Game and Meek Mill]
This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
The soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
[Verse 2: Meek Mill and Game]
Uh, my dog doin' life
Cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary
And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared
(Cause I got real niggas everywhere
That'll cut your life short like it's February
Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary
'Specially when the feds is tappin' phones like secretaries
Shit real like 2Pac's obituary
Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary)
And where I'm from, you get murdered like hereditary
They killed my homie, we came back like it was January
The first nigga aimin' to murk, nigga
Fuck your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, nigga
Cause it's cold out, fuck your concert cause you sold out
Your dad didn't teach you all that shit you sing that song 'bout
So what you talkin' about?
(Absolutely nothin', they ain't us, Meek, fuck 'em, cause)
[Hook: Game and Meek Mill]
[Bridge: Meek Mill]
From Philly to Compton, nigga
I fell in love with these streets, I lost my niggas too
But I'll be damned I'll let one of you niggas take my life
[Verse 3: Game]
Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though
Most these rappers' life is like a fuckin' Miguel video
Compton killed eight of my niggas, but that's my city though
Yeah, we movin' birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee though
Niggas sellin' flat-screens, sixty-inch VIZIOs
Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes
Listenin' to Hov like "I got to get my weight up"
The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though
Ballin' like we Jordan, niggas shootin', try and fade me though
O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose
Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy though
I done been to church to mosque, it couldn't save me though
Shit, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho
Fuck your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows
[Hook: Game and Meek Mill]
Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful
Crack rock lingerin', fiends suckin' they cuticles
Wear the wrong colors 'round here, niggas is shootin' you
Niggas workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles
Nigga, you killin' who? Street shit, me and Meek shit
Fuck with him, fuck around and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will ride for your nigga, right?
Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right
Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
Niggas want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ)
Compton, California, come and see what my city like
(Babies losin' hope when they see they momma hit the pipe)
Rosecrans, (Berks Street), niggas tryin' to murk me
(God, it hit me first, G)
[Hook: Game and Meek Mill]
This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
The soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin' from a city where they kill niggas like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
[Verse 2: Meek Mill and Game]
Uh, my dog doin' life
Cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary
And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared
(Cause I got real niggas everywhere
That'll cut your life short like it's February
Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary
'Specially when the feds is tappin' phones like secretaries
Shit real like 2Pac's obituary
Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary)
And where I'm from, you get murdered like hereditary
They killed my homie, we came back like it was January
The first nigga aimin' to murk, nigga
Fuck your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, nigga
Cause it's cold out, fuck your concert cause you sold out
Your dad didn't teach you all that shit you sing that song 'bout
So what you talkin' about?
(Absolutely nothin', they ain't us, Meek, fuck 'em, cause)
[Hook: Game and Meek Mill]
[Bridge: Meek Mill]
From Philly to Compton, nigga
I fell in love with these streets, I lost my niggas too
But I'll be damned I'll let one of you niggas take my life
[Verse 3: Game]
Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though
Most these rappers' life is like a fuckin' Miguel video
Compton killed eight of my niggas, but that's my city though
Yeah, we movin' birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee though
Niggas sellin' flat-screens, sixty-inch VIZIOs
Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes
Listenin' to Hov like "I got to get my weight up"
The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though
Ballin' like we Jordan, niggas shootin', try and fade me though
O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose
Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy though
I done been to church to mosque, it couldn't save me though
Shit, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho
Fuck your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows
[Hook: Game and Meek Mill]
Till We Meet Again (R.I.P. Frogg) lyrics - The Game
[Intro:]
Rest in peace to my motherfuckin nephew Frogg
Niggas this fat rap nigga
Love nephew, see you when I get there
Meet me at the front door
R.I.P. Frogg
[Chorus:]
Livin on a day
Even though that I can't touch you
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
[Verse 1:]
It's a problem they don't see the block
Block block soo woop til them heaters pop
Damn, my nigga dead in his grave and I can't wear this chain no mo
It got me feelin like a slave so I gave it to his pops in his memory
Loadin up the Glock, takin shots of that Hennessey
Layin on this table, getting tatted
And don't worry about who get it 'cause we at em
That's on the block
I know you standin next to Pac
Throwin up the west side, polo down to the socks
And I'm selfish cause I want you here
But you gone so it's chronic smoke in the air
And you know bad ass got a hot head
So it's on til a motherfucker drop dead
And even though it won't bring you back
I'm sippin on Rose clan, just me and my strap
Watching as the cars pass
[Chorus:]
Livin on a day
(Watching as the cars pass)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Just watching as the cars pass)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
[Verse 2:]
Swear to God I ain't slept in 5 days thinkin bout the 7 kids that you left behind
While I'm swerving on this highway
Reminiscing bout the time I joked about your cap
And how you wore that polo hat
Handin off yo head, point it to the back
Same smile since you was 10
And King Frog had you on his shoulders
Yelling see the burnin through the trap
Time flies, now we chasin all these hood rats
West side, you a diamond rollin through the hood, up and down the block
Pocket full of cash, fresh J's on the gas
Hop in the 1-10, meet the homies in the lot
Following this upper club and bout all the Ciroc
And remember when I bought your first bottle of sprays
Always down for yo niggas so you gave it to D Shade
So I brought a couple mo bottles, gold bottles
How a young seater becomes another's role model
Til we meet again
[Chorus:]
Livin on a day
(Til we meet again)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Til we meet again)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
[Verse 3:]
I was holdin on
Your funeral is jumped up
Cemetery flamed out, all the homies burnt up
Tryin not to shed a tear but I couldn't hold it
Your daddy took it like a G and everybody know it
I told yo mama yesterday I got er and I do
As long as they printin money and I'm bangin pyroo
If one of the kids needs something, niggas comin through
They don't just go for his, all the homie's kids too
And look how them niggas did you
Homie stretched out, retaliation is sketched out
And we at it to the day's end
Bustin on my enemies til it cave in
And to my brother face and my homie slim roo
You know I got this
And these going up, you got a hood full of riders
Laugh now, cry later, the sucker niggas that shut up
We part em, red see em using products
And then it's on
[Chorus:]
Livin on a day
(And then it's on)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Til we meet again)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
[Interlude]
[Chorus:]
Livin on a day
(And then it's on)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Til we meet again)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Rest in peace to my motherfuckin nephew Frogg
Niggas this fat rap nigga
Love nephew, see you when I get there
Meet me at the front door
R.I.P. Frogg
[Chorus:]
Livin on a day
Even though that I can't touch you
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
[Verse 1:]
It's a problem they don't see the block
Block block soo woop til them heaters pop
Damn, my nigga dead in his grave and I can't wear this chain no mo
It got me feelin like a slave so I gave it to his pops in his memory
Loadin up the Glock, takin shots of that Hennessey
Layin on this table, getting tatted
And don't worry about who get it 'cause we at em
That's on the block
I know you standin next to Pac
Throwin up the west side, polo down to the socks
And I'm selfish cause I want you here
But you gone so it's chronic smoke in the air
And you know bad ass got a hot head
So it's on til a motherfucker drop dead
And even though it won't bring you back
I'm sippin on Rose clan, just me and my strap
Watching as the cars pass
[Chorus:]
Livin on a day
(Watching as the cars pass)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Just watching as the cars pass)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
[Verse 2:]
Swear to God I ain't slept in 5 days thinkin bout the 7 kids that you left behind
While I'm swerving on this highway
Reminiscing bout the time I joked about your cap
And how you wore that polo hat
Handin off yo head, point it to the back
Same smile since you was 10
And King Frog had you on his shoulders
Yelling see the burnin through the trap
Time flies, now we chasin all these hood rats
West side, you a diamond rollin through the hood, up and down the block
Pocket full of cash, fresh J's on the gas
Hop in the 1-10, meet the homies in the lot
Following this upper club and bout all the Ciroc
And remember when I bought your first bottle of sprays
Always down for yo niggas so you gave it to D Shade
So I brought a couple mo bottles, gold bottles
How a young seater becomes another's role model
Til we meet again
[Chorus:]
Livin on a day
(Til we meet again)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Til we meet again)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
[Verse 3:]
I was holdin on
Your funeral is jumped up
Cemetery flamed out, all the homies burnt up
Tryin not to shed a tear but I couldn't hold it
Your daddy took it like a G and everybody know it
I told yo mama yesterday I got er and I do
As long as they printin money and I'm bangin pyroo
If one of the kids needs something, niggas comin through
They don't just go for his, all the homie's kids too
And look how them niggas did you
Homie stretched out, retaliation is sketched out
And we at it to the day's end
Bustin on my enemies til it cave in
And to my brother face and my homie slim roo
You know I got this
And these going up, you got a hood full of riders
Laugh now, cry later, the sucker niggas that shut up
We part em, red see em using products
And then it's on
[Chorus:]
Livin on a day
(And then it's on)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Til we meet again)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
[Interlude]
[Chorus:]
Livin on a day
(And then it's on)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Til we meet again)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Two Blunts lyrics - The Game (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Lorine Chia)
[Hook: Lorina Chia]
I got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, I got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, I got two blunts
[Verse 1: The Game]
You know I'm faithful to the ganja
And I'm in love with marijuana, juana
I'm gettin' head when the sun up, sun up
While I'm listenin' to The Chronic
You got that good weed, breathe
And we can smoke a blunt a piece
She tryna smoke up all my weed
I told her roll up two of these
It got me feelin' so high, high
Feel like I'm a god, god
Oh can we touch the sky, sky high
Baby we can fly, fly
Can we just smoke
[Hook: Lorina Chia]
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Never too much, never too much
I roll you one, roll my crew one
As soon as I'm done, buy the new one
Fuck about the cops, they won't do nothin'
A couple pounds, I just grew some
Never leave the crib without my jewels on
You ain't got that pack, you gotta move on
Girl I got the fat, my shit too strong
Damn I don't smoke by the gram
I'ma roll up an eighth, take that straight to the face
And if you ain't goin' to hell what you do it for?
I'm tryna get you higher than you ever been before
I'm just at the crib chillin' with your bitch and
[Hook: Lorina Chia]
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
[Bridge: Lorina Chia]
Two blunts, two blunts, two blunts
Won't you smoke with me
Got two blunts, two blunts, two blunts
Smoke with me
I got two blunts
[Hook: Lorina Chia]
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, I got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, I got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, I got two blunts
I got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, I got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, I got two blunts
[Verse 1: The Game]
You know I'm faithful to the ganja
And I'm in love with marijuana, juana
I'm gettin' head when the sun up, sun up
While I'm listenin' to The Chronic
You got that good weed, breathe
And we can smoke a blunt a piece
She tryna smoke up all my weed
I told her roll up two of these
It got me feelin' so high, high
Feel like I'm a god, god
Oh can we touch the sky, sky high
Baby we can fly, fly
Can we just smoke
[Hook: Lorina Chia]
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Never too much, never too much
I roll you one, roll my crew one
As soon as I'm done, buy the new one
Fuck about the cops, they won't do nothin'
A couple pounds, I just grew some
Never leave the crib without my jewels on
You ain't got that pack, you gotta move on
Girl I got the fat, my shit too strong
Damn I don't smoke by the gram
I'ma roll up an eighth, take that straight to the face
And if you ain't goin' to hell what you do it for?
I'm tryna get you higher than you ever been before
I'm just at the crib chillin' with your bitch and
[Hook: Lorina Chia]
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, we got two blunts
[Bridge: Lorina Chia]
Two blunts, two blunts, two blunts
Won't you smoke with me
Got two blunts, two blunts, two blunts
Smoke with me
I got two blunts
[Hook: Lorina Chia]
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, I got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, I got two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two blunts, I got two blunts
We Will Survive lyrics - The Game
We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my niggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive
It all started 400 years ago, my people in chains
400 years later same bullshit y’all aint changed
you got a jump shot or you rap or play ball
then you can eat in Beverly hills and shop in they mall
who really making calls like my people ain’t determined enough
and in the hood they trying to terminate us
and turn us against each other
got us fighting over colours, brothers
I thought the object was to love one another
we can’t see past the 20 inch rims, bitches and hoes
40 bottles and frequent trips to the liquor store
so how do we raise our children
there’s a new born soul every hour in America
this is not only there’s but our America
the white man made it this way, we never asked for the slavery days
but we still paying for cotton t-shirts our ancestors picked that we hurt
but this is the rebirth
We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my niggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive
They say the black man will struggle as long as he continues to hustle
and pitch crack from a bucket, these muthafuckers have no idea
they lock us in prison for years
and send us county checks to compensate us for our mothers tears
too many taxes, every 12 checks another w2
President Bush’s way to say fuck you
our day is coming we taking over
how you give us guns when 70% of all Kuwaiti soldiers
you gotta be stupid
don’t ever forget we were African rulers before NBA players and furniture movers
you burnt this I prove it
we don’t want 40 acres no more, college funds and real estate,
keep the Grammy awards, your H2’s, new watches we don’t hate you watch us
me and Marshall’s like Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth
opposite races still chasing the same dream
but when it boils down to everyday life who do I trust? ME!
We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my niggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive
I will not surrender this is not the ending
turn my back in the dirt this is uncle Sam’s curse
you got a hot verse you on MTV
you can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC
kids struggling to make grades in school
you run the rock like Barry Sanders in the tenth grade you getting paid at school
and all the old heads that paid their dues we don’t respect that
too worried about where the next Nike air checks at
[?] news rims put on your lexus,
he ain’t registered to vote Al Gore loses the next election
one strike, two strikes, three strikes your gone
25 to life but still life moves on
a wise man told when I was younger Im God’s chosen
he don’t understand so the AK soak him
Black wall street got them open
I try to tell them I’m where hope floats man
the ghetto spokesman
We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my niggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my niggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive
It all started 400 years ago, my people in chains
400 years later same bullshit y’all aint changed
you got a jump shot or you rap or play ball
then you can eat in Beverly hills and shop in they mall
who really making calls like my people ain’t determined enough
and in the hood they trying to terminate us
and turn us against each other
got us fighting over colours, brothers
I thought the object was to love one another
we can’t see past the 20 inch rims, bitches and hoes
40 bottles and frequent trips to the liquor store
so how do we raise our children
there’s a new born soul every hour in America
this is not only there’s but our America
the white man made it this way, we never asked for the slavery days
but we still paying for cotton t-shirts our ancestors picked that we hurt
but this is the rebirth
We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my niggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive
They say the black man will struggle as long as he continues to hustle
and pitch crack from a bucket, these muthafuckers have no idea
they lock us in prison for years
and send us county checks to compensate us for our mothers tears
too many taxes, every 12 checks another w2
President Bush’s way to say fuck you
our day is coming we taking over
how you give us guns when 70% of all Kuwaiti soldiers
you gotta be stupid
don’t ever forget we were African rulers before NBA players and furniture movers
you burnt this I prove it
we don’t want 40 acres no more, college funds and real estate,
keep the Grammy awards, your H2’s, new watches we don’t hate you watch us
me and Marshall’s like Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth
opposite races still chasing the same dream
but when it boils down to everyday life who do I trust? ME!
We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my niggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive
I will not surrender this is not the ending
turn my back in the dirt this is uncle Sam’s curse
you got a hot verse you on MTV
you can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC
kids struggling to make grades in school
you run the rock like Barry Sanders in the tenth grade you getting paid at school
and all the old heads that paid their dues we don’t respect that
too worried about where the next Nike air checks at
[?] news rims put on your lexus,
he ain’t registered to vote Al Gore loses the next election
one strike, two strikes, three strikes your gone
25 to life but still life moves on
a wise man told when I was younger Im God’s chosen
he don’t understand so the AK soak him
Black wall street got them open
I try to tell them I’m where hope floats man
the ghetto spokesman
We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my niggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive
You Are The Blood lyrics - The Game
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind
My Momma had a son, a fully automated Gun
11 pounds seven ounces Compton here we come
My first night in my crib
I heard somebody screaming
A Couple Gunshots,
then some tires screeching
My father reaching, what is he grabbing?
He rolled me over in my crib,
just to get his magnum
Is he a policeman?
That’s what I’m thinking. He can’t be that
Bcuz he do heroin and he be drinking
Shopping baby powder up on my momma mirror
Mexican chicks in my kitchen cookin
lookin like shakira
I’m in my high chair,
They naked, this is Rated R.
Think I ain’t payin attention
cuz u slide me a Gerber jar?
Then my momma walked in with an orange box
I couldn’t read what it said cuz she leaned over and said...
[Chorus:]
You are the Blood flowing through my fingers
And I could feel it in my heart, my mom’s said it from the start
That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
All through the soil and up in those trees
First day of kindergarten shoe strings for a belt
Moms worked the graveyard, too tired,
so I dressed myself
Who Goes to School in a Freddy Krueger Flannel?
Black Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals
A Lotta birthdays but we ain’t never light candles
Gang of Christmas gifts
but I ain’t never seen Santa
So I waited up one year
Guess who came through my garage
My Daddy with a Toysaraus Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
Uh-uh I ain’t goin for that
I got presents I can see em!
Cuz they ain’t wrapped
From a race track to a Dre track
Don’t wear overalls no more
But a nigga stay strapped!
The Rumour round my middle school
was that I can’t rack
There wasn’t a locker in that motherfucker
I ain’t paint black
And now I’m doin doughnuts in this maybach
Reminiscing bout detention, teachers used to say that...
[Chorus:]
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
And I could feel it in my heart, my mom’s said it from the start
That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
All through the soil and up in those trees
All through the soil and up in those trees
1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind
My Momma had a son, a fully automated Gun
11 pounds seven ounces Compton here we come
My first night in my crib
I heard somebody screaming
A Couple Gunshots,
then some tires screeching
My father reaching, what is he grabbing?
He rolled me over in my crib,
just to get his magnum
Is he a policeman?
That’s what I’m thinking. He can’t be that
Bcuz he do heroin and he be drinking
Shopping baby powder up on my momma mirror
Mexican chicks in my kitchen cookin
lookin like shakira
I’m in my high chair,
They naked, this is Rated R.
Think I ain’t payin attention
cuz u slide me a Gerber jar?
Then my momma walked in with an orange box
I couldn’t read what it said cuz she leaned over and said...
[Chorus:]
You are the Blood flowing through my fingers
And I could feel it in my heart, my mom’s said it from the start
That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
All through the soil and up in those trees
First day of kindergarten shoe strings for a belt
Moms worked the graveyard, too tired,
so I dressed myself
Who Goes to School in a Freddy Krueger Flannel?
Black Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals
A Lotta birthdays but we ain’t never light candles
Gang of Christmas gifts
but I ain’t never seen Santa
So I waited up one year
Guess who came through my garage
My Daddy with a Toysaraus Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
Uh-uh I ain’t goin for that
I got presents I can see em!
Cuz they ain’t wrapped
From a race track to a Dre track
Don’t wear overalls no more
But a nigga stay strapped!
The Rumour round my middle school
was that I can’t rack
There wasn’t a locker in that motherfucker
I ain’t paint black
And now I’m doin doughnuts in this maybach
Reminiscing bout detention, teachers used to say that...
[Chorus:]
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
And I could feel it in my heart, my mom’s said it from the start
That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
All through the soil and up in those trees
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