[The Game]
Who the illest hub dawg you know
Peelin slugs at your mug, dealin drugs in front of the projects
My projects, more scatter, more street
Makin room for more drama, more hustle, more heat
I can show you how to get, American money easy
It's the gangster, all motherfuckers envy
Leave all semi I tote, clips empty
Foes tempt me, I'm seein no penitentiary
Crime scene clean, shells, no prints
Flee the shootout, X-5, no {?}
It's meant for me to survive this gangster shit
Meant for you not to be livin, food for the pigeons
It's rules I'm givin, new lessons for the street
This jungle I'm from B don't breed no weak
Lames that don't know the game please don't speak
You get killed, want me peeled, I'm showin no {?} nigga
[Chorus: The Game (Sean T)]
Every nigga out there claimin to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know let a nigga know I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggaz hatin, everybody waitin for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rappin?
(Mic graspin, freestyle flow flashin)
(Rippin up tracks and, doin the thang)
(What'chu niggaz know about Sean T and the Game?)
(Who's the illest?)
[Sean T]
I'm off the rack like slabs of ribs, I want it big
I ain't fuckin with kids, I'm after six digit things
Fuck the rings and the tribulations, constant playa hatin
This crimin-al lifestyle, keeps me animatin
Let's turf talk before you niggaz thuggin it up
It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up
Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin on sight
But he hoppin on haters like BMX bikes
Fuck around with the Squad see unbearable sights
We takin gangster shit to the maximum height
But I'm mainly into bubblin, fat grip doublin
Big heads I'm lovin 'em, you feelin me y'all
Leavin the envious in awe cause I tremendously ball
I'm supported by the Game so you know I won't fall
I'ma execute my options, keep wettin my paws
And come out unscathed with no scratches or flaws
Who's the illest
[Chorus]
[The Game]
They say "Game, you rappin like you from the East coast," meet toast
Gun jammed in your throat, forgot that you spoke
Game got the streets woke young'n, same nigga got the coke runnin
Introduce the new fiends to smack
Pops told me when I was younger, you can't live like that
So I don't listen to pops nigga I listen to Kool G. Rap
Went from hustlin sacks to heavy weight, shufflin crack
Kids and preachers know me, young Game the O.G.
Ask the reverand kept the church from fallin, young'uns from starvin
I'm the project like Marcy or the Nickerson Gardens
Comfortable dawg, Compton to Harlem, any city ghetto or hood
Kick back, blowin, listen to Marvin
Get head, count dough and just sit in the apartment
AK in the sofa, I'm the illest, who come closer
to the late ones or great ones fightin over a crown
Get shot off that throne, who the illest now, huh?
[Chorus]
[Sean T]
Some say the gangster mentality is dead, imagine that
When fools pullin straps out with infrared
We're livin in a time of plagues and corrupt life
When homies in the circle end up all trife
Tryin to shine bright, but lookin all dim
Meanwhile I stay sharp like a ballpoint pen
I see the smirks and grins but I just laugh
Cause I'm gettin lucrative loot, endless math
If you only knew the half of it, you wouldn't hate
But niggaz just pig and talk shit behind Jake
Man you cain't knock the hustle, I ain't fin' to be greedy
I want an exit out the game kinda like Paul Vitti
I'm tryin to slang CD's in cruise control
Instead of sellin illegal pharmaceuticals
Should I ask for your advice? Like you would know
Fuck it, I'm out to get it, I'm a fool for dough
[Chorus]
Bleek Is ... lyrics - The Game
[The Game talking]
The young Roy Jones of this rap shit
Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight man
You better tell your boy somethin, you better tell him somethin
[Verse 1: The Game]
Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin
Balls faster than roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your bitches
Two gold albums and I'll make you a hitter
Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture
All of those make you a fag but money like Little Richard
Take your faggot ass picture put it next to Gulliany
Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass down to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there
Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never sold crack in your life I'm takin your fiends with me
My guns smoke like Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings County
And you might live or sit in a box
Depending on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
[Verse 2: The Game]
See what the problem is too much east coast dick lickin
And everybody tryin to do their best 2pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I live with 5 shots
Niggaz is hard to kill on my block
When you was in the streets comin of age
I was in the streets pumpin the gauge
While you was rappin I was makin it happen
On the block with a k
While you was with the roc on the stage
I had rocks on the stage
On headliner for the front page we know that you front
You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your punk ass stunt
You gon respect us or that fo' rippin through the vests
And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the message
Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek
Fuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek
Cuz all that yappin dude will get guns clappin dude
And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
[Verse 3: The Game]
It took me a little while but I am now understandin
Jay fucked up in the first round when he picked olo with candy
Did olo in the second, nigga take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but move the ugly bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Lil' Chris
Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yellin out fuck Memphis Bleek
You want beef I have your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in central park
You can't even borrow from New York no more like john Storch
And I ain't talkin to him I'm talkin to Malik
And I got a pine box for a nigga like you
Streets is talkin how many real niggaz like you
Hit LAX remember when you come to the coast
Niggaz don't play with they lives when it comes to the toast
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
The young Roy Jones of this rap shit
Somebody bout to get knocked the fucked out tonight man
You better tell your boy somethin, you better tell him somethin
[Verse 1: The Game]
Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was pitchin
Balls faster than roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your bitches
Two gold albums and I'll make you a hitter
Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture
All of those make you a fag but money like Little Richard
Take your faggot ass picture put it next to Gulliany
Run you for your roc-a-wear fit and beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass down to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there
Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never sold crack in your life I'm takin your fiends with me
My guns smoke like Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings County
And you might live or sit in a box
Depending on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
[Verse 2: The Game]
See what the problem is too much east coast dick lickin
And everybody tryin to do their best 2pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I live with 5 shots
Niggaz is hard to kill on my block
When you was in the streets comin of age
I was in the streets pumpin the gauge
While you was rappin I was makin it happen
On the block with a k
While you was with the roc on the stage
I had rocks on the stage
On headliner for the front page we know that you front
You be on sunset doin what? Gettin your punk ass stunt
You gon respect us or that fo' rippin through the vests
And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the message
Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek
Fuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek
Cuz all that yappin dude will get guns clappin dude
And stop Memphis from rappin dude, huh
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
[Verse 3: The Game]
It took me a little while but I am now understandin
Jay fucked up in the first round when he picked olo with candy
Did olo in the second, nigga take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but move the ugly bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Lil' Chris
Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yellin out fuck Memphis Bleek
You want beef I have your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in central park
You can't even borrow from New York no more like john Storch
And I ain't talkin to him I'm talkin to Malik
And I got a pine box for a nigga like you
Streets is talkin how many real niggaz like you
Hit LAX remember when you come to the coast
Niggaz don't play with they lives when it comes to the toast
[Chorus: The Game]
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek...Memph Bleek
Street Kings lyrics - The Game (feat. Get Low Playaz)
Fuck it, yo, who the best MC on the west?
By far it's me and in my car is a continental tea
And my broad in that continental suite
With the armadillo rollin' up dutches like that motherfuckers
Beef with the kid, click clack, motherfuckers
Let them bullets burn your six pack, motherfuckers
Get jacked, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
Get a mack, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson
A cross style Jada make a run threw Yonkers
I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop
And nigga I like your watch, so roll over, you can die with the jury
First nigga, take the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury
And I might kidnap the judge or send a team
To lean on the prosecutors so the DA budge
I got niggas that'll ride for a grand
So handover my rock like Earl Manson
You can die where you stand
You got his back you can die with your man
I'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime, you want us then come and try us
I'm a take it to the next, take it to a motherfuckin' neck
Pull up on a nigga holdin' triggers and techs
We droppin' square beads, you easy to read
This is the end of the road for whole ass MC's
Smoke grass by the pound, glock holds 17 rounds
And the flow'll knock any nigga down
Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people
Said them that I shitted on you nigga like I was a flock of seagulls
Infrared beam like a traffic jam at night
Handle any man in sight with his hands upon a mic
Wanna light, I got the torch, California up north
For any nigga puttin' flamed on a Porches and never drive on
Bitch, you're gonna die on
San Quinton for and five catch a live one
Bust shots at the clouds, so we can shine some
Get up off your ass and nigga and grind some
You know this GL shit, we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
Flash fuckers on the tip of the gat
You can put on flat but I'll kill that, I'll open you up like a mat
Even if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man
And these new school nigga talk like we heard of them plans
Seventy-two times 36 millimeters in your mini van
Gettin' off on you nigga and your mini-mans
Only thing runnin' is blood nigga so we gettin' grand
So we will bust your head, nigga, straight through your hand
Or get off in yo ass nigga like Jackie Chan
And when it's all said and done it's a one will stand
Gunnin' this motorbike, feelin' this power man
A 185 miles per hour, man, I stay co-relatin' with the Taliban
I show up, show up, show up, show up
Niggaz talk about money, they forgot the struggle
Playas paint a perfect picture, they forgot the hustle
Pieces of a puzzle, guzzlin' pints, watchin' the moonlight
Turn to sunlight, street more gun fights, penitentiary kites
Seen a man turn to mice than mice turn to man
See my nigga take the stand turn my other mans hand
Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again
Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22's on them rubbers bands
Slow rollin, 'dro blowin', I'm gettin' rich you see my fro growin'
Ho's knowin' I pimp them to the fullest, respect a gangsta
You can shoot but I eat bullets, I shit missiles
And my eyeballs look like crystals, my shits official
It's more humaro Merofrista
Yo, yo, it's Luke and everything I sit on fat
Niggaz be like oh shit, how a nigga shit on that?
You wanna see me shit on and grit on tracks
Glock with the red paint, puttin' it on hat
Talk about the real thing not the 760
The reason that they took the fair team to get me
You don't want it with my dogs, you got teeni guys
I mean itsy bitsy little bitty weeni guys
I done seen them guys bought as big as my gats
And they ain't even got enough strength to squeeze on that
You want real hard core shit I be's on that
Cop the XLT you put threes on that, put cheese on hats
When luchi seeks squeeze on gats we even leave these on flat
G's messin' low they got g's on that and have
How your momma outside screamin' "Please don't clap"
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
By far it's me and in my car is a continental tea
And my broad in that continental suite
With the armadillo rollin' up dutches like that motherfuckers
Beef with the kid, click clack, motherfuckers
Let them bullets burn your six pack, motherfuckers
Get jacked, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
Get a mack, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson
A cross style Jada make a run threw Yonkers
I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop
And nigga I like your watch, so roll over, you can die with the jury
First nigga, take the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury
And I might kidnap the judge or send a team
To lean on the prosecutors so the DA budge
I got niggas that'll ride for a grand
So handover my rock like Earl Manson
You can die where you stand
You got his back you can die with your man
I'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime, you want us then come and try us
I'm a take it to the next, take it to a motherfuckin' neck
Pull up on a nigga holdin' triggers and techs
We droppin' square beads, you easy to read
This is the end of the road for whole ass MC's
Smoke grass by the pound, glock holds 17 rounds
And the flow'll knock any nigga down
Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people
Said them that I shitted on you nigga like I was a flock of seagulls
Infrared beam like a traffic jam at night
Handle any man in sight with his hands upon a mic
Wanna light, I got the torch, California up north
For any nigga puttin' flamed on a Porches and never drive on
Bitch, you're gonna die on
San Quinton for and five catch a live one
Bust shots at the clouds, so we can shine some
Get up off your ass and nigga and grind some
You know this GL shit, we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
Flash fuckers on the tip of the gat
You can put on flat but I'll kill that, I'll open you up like a mat
Even if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man
And these new school nigga talk like we heard of them plans
Seventy-two times 36 millimeters in your mini van
Gettin' off on you nigga and your mini-mans
Only thing runnin' is blood nigga so we gettin' grand
So we will bust your head, nigga, straight through your hand
Or get off in yo ass nigga like Jackie Chan
And when it's all said and done it's a one will stand
Gunnin' this motorbike, feelin' this power man
A 185 miles per hour, man, I stay co-relatin' with the Taliban
I show up, show up, show up, show up
Niggaz talk about money, they forgot the struggle
Playas paint a perfect picture, they forgot the hustle
Pieces of a puzzle, guzzlin' pints, watchin' the moonlight
Turn to sunlight, street more gun fights, penitentiary kites
Seen a man turn to mice than mice turn to man
See my nigga take the stand turn my other mans hand
Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again
Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22's on them rubbers bands
Slow rollin, 'dro blowin', I'm gettin' rich you see my fro growin'
Ho's knowin' I pimp them to the fullest, respect a gangsta
You can shoot but I eat bullets, I shit missiles
And my eyeballs look like crystals, my shits official
It's more humaro Merofrista
Yo, yo, it's Luke and everything I sit on fat
Niggaz be like oh shit, how a nigga shit on that?
You wanna see me shit on and grit on tracks
Glock with the red paint, puttin' it on hat
Talk about the real thing not the 760
The reason that they took the fair team to get me
You don't want it with my dogs, you got teeni guys
I mean itsy bitsy little bitty weeni guys
I done seen them guys bought as big as my gats
And they ain't even got enough strength to squeeze on that
You want real hard core shit I be's on that
Cop the XLT you put threes on that, put cheese on hats
When luchi seeks squeeze on gats we even leave these on flat
G's messin' low they got g's on that and have
How your momma outside screamin' "Please don't clap"
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line
Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind
And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
Don't Cry lyrics - The Game (feat. Blue Chip)
[Intro/Chorus - sample]
-- Don't cry [5X] don't..
-- Don't cry [5X] don't..
[The Game]
Amayah wake up baby
I know you're sleepin, but daddy's home now
Pictures gettin old, my lil' girl lookin grown now
Your moms said you're talkin on your own, walkin on your own now
Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers
I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin
Smilin at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin
God how can somethin so beautiful come from me?
After the gunshots thought you was done with me
But I know I'm livin now, why you made me put the guns down
Pick up the mic, start rappin for a living now
My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth
My wind, my fire, my life, my bay-bay
Tryin to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin and fightin
I know she love me cause ya look just like me
Day you came into this world I was so excited
Eleven twenty-one double-zero, my baby girl is here
[Chorus]
[Blue Chip]
Yo, yo, you see this rap shit I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin the game, stoppin the bullshit
Remember eyein your enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son
my girl moms and I moved out Maui
Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wild went hard
Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar
Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga
Takin your black ass to court for all you have nigga
You see me and your moms, that's another topic
Ain't no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it
Stop it, press rewind, you didn't hear me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin to steer you right
Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Huh daddy ain't gon' preach to you, I'ma let your moms school you
Don't let the streets fool you, streets'll do you, that's why I'm talkin to you
[Blue Chip]
Yeah, you see these niggaz out here, have you stressin by the hour
Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards
[The Game]
Some days sweet, and some sour - but we gon' make it together
The world is ours, and you're my flower
[Blue Chip]
If it's ice you can get that, model chicks hit that
Never stress about the downfalls just 'bout the getback
[The Game]
And I ain't sayin sex is wrong, just make sure he strap a condom on
And never, ever do it in your mother's home
[Blue Chip]
Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar
Ain't nothin free, scrape and lock every dollar
[The Game]
And I will leave you with this, my lil' angel, daddy loves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you
[Blue Chip]
Yeah, switchin handles like you breakin a zone, candy paint Impala
On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome
[Chorus]
-- Don't cry [5X] don't..
-- Don't cry [5X] don't..
[The Game]
Amayah wake up baby
I know you're sleepin, but daddy's home now
Pictures gettin old, my lil' girl lookin grown now
Your moms said you're talkin on your own, walkin on your own now
Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers
I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin
Smilin at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin
God how can somethin so beautiful come from me?
After the gunshots thought you was done with me
But I know I'm livin now, why you made me put the guns down
Pick up the mic, start rappin for a living now
My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth
My wind, my fire, my life, my bay-bay
Tryin to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin and fightin
I know she love me cause ya look just like me
Day you came into this world I was so excited
Eleven twenty-one double-zero, my baby girl is here
[Chorus]
[Blue Chip]
Yo, yo, you see this rap shit I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin the game, stoppin the bullshit
Remember eyein your enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son
my girl moms and I moved out Maui
Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wild went hard
Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar
Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga
Takin your black ass to court for all you have nigga
You see me and your moms, that's another topic
Ain't no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it
Stop it, press rewind, you didn't hear me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin to steer you right
Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Huh daddy ain't gon' preach to you, I'ma let your moms school you
Don't let the streets fool you, streets'll do you, that's why I'm talkin to you
[Blue Chip]
Yeah, you see these niggaz out here, have you stressin by the hour
Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards
[The Game]
Some days sweet, and some sour - but we gon' make it together
The world is ours, and you're my flower
[Blue Chip]
If it's ice you can get that, model chicks hit that
Never stress about the downfalls just 'bout the getback
[The Game]
And I ain't sayin sex is wrong, just make sure he strap a condom on
And never, ever do it in your mother's home
[Blue Chip]
Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar
Ain't nothin free, scrape and lock every dollar
[The Game]
And I will leave you with this, my lil' angel, daddy loves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you
[Blue Chip]
Yeah, switchin handles like you breakin a zone, candy paint Impala
On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome
[Chorus]
Exclusively lyrics - The Game (feat. Get Low Playaz, Young Noble)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G
Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be
They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke
We came a long way but still we got so far to go
[Verse One]
Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow
At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know
I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin me
And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly
Politickin economy, if I could be a made nigga
Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga
Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field
Deep with the skills for the bills
I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill
I bring the thrill like Will Clark
I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth
You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth
I serve the thunder, that shit that'll brang in the roof
[Verse Two]
My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches
Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks
Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble
Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel
There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up
Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up
I got no time for that fake shit
Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick
So nigga basically the world is a ghetto
Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow
I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me
There's nothin you can do to me
My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: The Game]
Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can't ball then it's probably the haters
Can't breathe then it's probably the desert, if you a gangster or not
I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit
The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know
if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up like one time'll do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it
[Verse Four]
It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line
Feelin like I'm runnin out of time
It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get better
These streets got me hungry as ever
Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game
Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain
to bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle
Organize the brains and muscle
[Chorus]
[Verse Five]
You {?} like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze
Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery
Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels
In the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels
Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage
'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin
Niggaz'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground
After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya
Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors
Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history
A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my credibility
Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G
Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be
They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke
We came a long way but still we got so far to go
[Verse One]
Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow
At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know
I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin me
And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly
Politickin economy, if I could be a made nigga
Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga
Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field
Deep with the skills for the bills
I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill
I bring the thrill like Will Clark
I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth
You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth
I serve the thunder, that shit that'll brang in the roof
[Verse Two]
My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches
Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks
Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble
Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel
There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up
Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up
I got no time for that fake shit
Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick
So nigga basically the world is a ghetto
Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow
I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me
There's nothin you can do to me
My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: The Game]
Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can't ball then it's probably the haters
Can't breathe then it's probably the desert, if you a gangster or not
I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit
The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know
if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up like one time'll do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it
[Verse Four]
It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line
Feelin like I'm runnin out of time
It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get better
These streets got me hungry as ever
Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game
Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain
to bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle
Organize the brains and muscle
[Chorus]
[Verse Five]
You {?} like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze
Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery
Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels
In the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels
Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage
'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin
Niggaz'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground
After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya
Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors
Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history
A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my credibility
Compton Compton lyrics - The Game
Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, shit I'm livin gangsta gangsta shit
Yeah
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
[The Game]
Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold
And them niggaz sellin the work ain't half as old
as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60's
Everybody yellin gimme, gimme
Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with me
Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale
And I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rell
And you can get that stainless steel
Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real
When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring
And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine
Keep a (Mac) on the block, I ain't talkin 'bout Beans
QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens
The boys in the hood is always hard
So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar
[Chorus]
[The Game]
I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hell
And you can come get a bird for eleven
And we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness
Only (Church's) in the hood sell chicken (ba-KAW)
Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses
You fuckin with the Hub City Hustler
The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home
So I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone
Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome
And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone
And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home
Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up
In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena
Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers
We ball up subpeonas, take niggaz to the cleaners
And you know what I'm talkin about if y'all seen where..
[Chorus]
[The Game]
We drug dealin, but niggaz is squealin (fuck you rats)
What more can I say, just kill 'em
Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood
Now is this under-stooooooood?
I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin the hood
Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood
Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone
Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
Some niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we do
And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQ
The block will heat and sink you (hey dude)
Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude
Lose your life tryin to get these jewels
I keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2
[Chorus]
Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, shit I'm livin gangsta gangsta shit
Yeah
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
[The Game]
Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold
And them niggaz sellin the work ain't half as old
as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60's
Everybody yellin gimme, gimme
Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with me
Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale
And I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rell
And you can get that stainless steel
Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real
When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring
And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine
Keep a (Mac) on the block, I ain't talkin 'bout Beans
QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens
The boys in the hood is always hard
So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar
[Chorus]
[The Game]
I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hell
And you can come get a bird for eleven
And we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness
Only (Church's) in the hood sell chicken (ba-KAW)
Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses
You fuckin with the Hub City Hustler
The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home
So I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone
Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome
And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone
And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home
Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up
In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena
Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers
We ball up subpeonas, take niggaz to the cleaners
And you know what I'm talkin about if y'all seen where..
[Chorus]
[The Game]
We drug dealin, but niggaz is squealin (fuck you rats)
What more can I say, just kill 'em
Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood
Now is this under-stooooooood?
I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin the hood
Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood
Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone
Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
Some niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we do
And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQ
The block will heat and sink you (hey dude)
Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude
Lose your life tryin to get these jewels
I keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2
[Chorus]
400 Bars lyrics - The Game
Heeyo drama
We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit
Breakfast club
I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room
This aint a mixtape
This is life!
Its been a long time get me accuainted with the world famous
You know how 0 point my aim is
Long range snipers, clash of the titans chrome python
In this 300 like lee knightis
Snob in the bulbllegoose, riding down the interstate
Where fiend put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate
Leaning sideways with my fitted straight
With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made
Check my armor no clouds in my stones
Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore
Two glock on me, bang bang its the wanted war
That was so fly, now we bought anotha store
Screaming out thug life pouring belve on ya heart
Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it
Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it
Chop bricks take trips ot,
We before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC
Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost this
Stashin by the old tree, moving by coke leaf
Drama let the lama lick niggas like Charles Oaklee
Nigga dont assult me, I banana boat b r c k esses
And stuck em in a lexus
Im sitting fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the necklace
And I keep them clipse on a dresser
Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all
Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all
Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr
Im the franchize nigga, Chris fucking Paul
Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck and AR
With drop twohundred thousand and then fuck it off
King of the hell got em done bitch cut raw
She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft
Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law
I put this hollowtip on quarter inch you broken jaw
ER be fucking strong
Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the punk
Dont be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks
The breakfast club nigga no capitain crunch,
This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch
Im hungry like I aint trapped in months
So nigga actin stunt my glock packed a punch
Or have em catch em when send the pinebox
Leave your head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt
To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up jiggas
Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway
Lincoln continental and I copped it off on ebay
I pop champ like its my b day, force power
Under my hood like its an olympic relay
My Flow Rida on time, no delay
I rais a million dollars send it off to CHILE
Word to my red cross, I dont fuck with redcross
Im all mad nigga EA, I'm in VA
Money talks with Dre and Pharrell on threeway
Them 28's thats my dj they spinning shit
When I took trips OT, I never winning shit
I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit
Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins
In there for the benefits I be down in ten on six
Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to bind it in
Dam that was good, but I'm still hungry
And I'm living it, I be out in venice shit
They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit
They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit
If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit
Long as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in
Cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it in
I was outcasted andre, benjamin
Now I slide through in my dominican woman friend
She like putting on sinners in, yeah
You sip me hills, expensive whines perril sell
It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrills
Big phantoms, sweet wheels
Back see like a club make them bitches eat pills
Take patrone shots to the purse with chrome glock
Jay Electronica, this a dome shot
So I had to steal it, nigga I had the killin
I was the turtle when the waist I make the rabbit feelin
Yea keep wantin nigga
Houseing by the subway, fillin through the projects
Come to the mucialago or for an object
Number one prospect, the day that I was drafted
Aftermath matic unlkeashed the fucking bastard
Dont respect none of you niggas get in the castket
Talking ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic
Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic
88 bars an running, throw it whith my other classics
Drama you should have warned these niggas, I'm bout to killem
Yeah trash baggin, this is crack
And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs
I do it for the music nigga, fuck them placks
Aint on no beef shit, but its still fuck the rats
And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps
Put the g's where they can see it, and if you stunt, you clap
Catch em in the club, thats when I stomp em flat
Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat
I tell you bout this fucking rats
They even snitch and bend over to catch
No matter how you look at it I hate fucking rats
Get my bottle of Ciroc and I twist the cat
Sit back watch the nba play or some rolla back
Real fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread
In the hood on the war like a fucking fathead
Two nines on your back one sack, yeah
This my block and you niggas cant trap here
Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped yeah
Im killing niggas, I should have a hundret tattes
Celebrate your death, toast bottles and clap beers
Its gon be a cold summer, come through like burr
The red phantom bullshittin, the 25 steeb curbes
The B S H just blaze in this muthafucka
The cars outside, the caves in this muthafucka
I should let off a couple straighs in this muthafuck
Fuck that. kinda get laid in this muthafuck
Yo, tell your friends to get wit my friends
Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, license plate aftermath
Between me now and fuck 50, wouldnt snitch for halve his cash
If he wastn such a bitch, nobody woulde have to blast
Still his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap your jack
Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez and packin bag
With bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab
I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds
Im balling ball bitches, till I knock em all down
Like the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud
Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor
Navigate my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe
Harlem way to Queensbidge moving packs yo
Might have lost a couple friend, but I got my gat though
Blast foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4
But now I pull up in the truck with the crash board
With the mag low, get you antyhing you ask for
Sometimes I can be a fucking asshole
In the bake with my mask on, look at this nigga ayyon
Dont take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw
We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck
Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck
Im in a strip club with a glock, nigga what
Give me your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt
I aint gon do shit but pour champaigne on her
Hit her from the back and watch half of the laker game on her
Dont put the back on, too many cunt stains on it
When to train on her, call carl toon
Have em tatoo my name on her, Star Trek 2
You know what, fuck it atftermath too
Put a little smoke around it then take it home and pound it
Helicopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded
Have spot in the jungles till the fuckin feds found
Mama your son got a public announcement
I got 5 million in the walls and the couches
Dont make me think about we got camels dogs and guns
Aks pompey, he was there he can vouch it
Throw it in the trashcan on some oscar the grouch shit
A bunch of green popped out is, tiime to revouse shit
Settle down the Mississippi got her down south click
And my niggas like, we aint know all about this
And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his fucking throat slid
Cut em like filet mignon and throw em off the boat bitch
Feed em to the shark then dock the yacht
Oil in the water, damn the ocean so thick
Time to finish off this niggas on some trench coat shit
Its a drug war, real life, Grand Theft
Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man next
Come through off some retarded shit, just grand text
Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier then DMX
Lazier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I aint talking with a muffun sack
Roll up the sauer d's well if you want em nigga
I split open the dutch, then I'm stuffin that
You should get a fight with California, come fuck with that
Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that
Take it down in Cashville and hit Young Buck with that
Dont bring nuthin' back boarder patrol cuffin that
I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckles wrapped
I wake up real owly, keep lunchin fags
Its real easy, you rap niggas my punchin bag
We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit
Breakfast club
I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room
This aint a mixtape
This is life!
Its been a long time get me accuainted with the world famous
You know how 0 point my aim is
Long range snipers, clash of the titans chrome python
In this 300 like lee knightis
Snob in the bulbllegoose, riding down the interstate
Where fiend put them needles in they arm and let them penetrate
Leaning sideways with my fitted straight
With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made
Check my armor no clouds in my stones
Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore
Two glock on me, bang bang its the wanted war
That was so fly, now we bought anotha store
Screaming out thug life pouring belve on ya heart
Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it
Kobe can song with it, uncut raw with it
Chop bricks take trips ot,
We before I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC
Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost this
Stashin by the old tree, moving by coke leaf
Drama let the lama lick niggas like Charles Oaklee
Nigga dont assult me, I banana boat b r c k esses
And stuck em in a lexus
Im sitting fat like Preciouse, Christ up on the necklace
And I keep them clipse on a dresser
Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all
Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all
Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr
Im the franchize nigga, Chris fucking Paul
Empty out the caNNON hit ya bitch you the truck and AR
With drop twohundred thousand and then fuck it off
King of the hell got em done bitch cut raw
She begged the last nigga, on as if she suckin soft
Black Superman, yeah I'm a butter law
I put this hollowtip on quarter inch you broken jaw
ER be fucking strong
Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk
After the first 48 that bitch smelling like a skunk
Its a rap, I rap, when I rap the punk
Dont be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks
The breakfast club nigga no capitain crunch,
This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch
Im hungry like I aint trapped in months
So nigga actin stunt my glock packed a punch
Or have em catch em when send the pinebox
Leave your head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt
To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up jiggas
Sometimes I be in B K, with Fab on the freeway
Lincoln continental and I copped it off on ebay
I pop champ like its my b day, force power
Under my hood like its an olympic relay
My Flow Rida on time, no delay
I rais a million dollars send it off to CHILE
Word to my red cross, I dont fuck with redcross
Im all mad nigga EA, I'm in VA
Money talks with Dre and Pharrell on threeway
Them 28's thats my dj they spinning shit
When I took trips OT, I never winning shit
I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit
Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins
In there for the benefits I be down in ten on six
Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some ass to bind it in
Dam that was good, but I'm still hungry
And I'm living it, I be out in venice shit
They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit
They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit
If T.I.P is kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fissccher shit
Long as I'm on the starting five I'ma get it in
Cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it in
I was outcasted andre, benjamin
Now I slide through in my dominican woman friend
She like putting on sinners in, yeah
You sip me hills, expensive whines perril sell
It aint tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrills
Big phantoms, sweet wheels
Back see like a club make them bitches eat pills
Take patrone shots to the purse with chrome glock
Jay Electronica, this a dome shot
So I had to steal it, nigga I had the killin
I was the turtle when the waist I make the rabbit feelin
Yea keep wantin nigga
Houseing by the subway, fillin through the projects
Come to the mucialago or for an object
Number one prospect, the day that I was drafted
Aftermath matic unlkeashed the fucking bastard
Dont respect none of you niggas get in the castket
Talking ratchets, never touched a fucking automatic
Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic
88 bars an running, throw it whith my other classics
Drama you should have warned these niggas, I'm bout to killem
Yeah trash baggin, this is crack
And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs
I do it for the music nigga, fuck them placks
Aint on no beef shit, but its still fuck the rats
And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps
Put the g's where they can see it, and if you stunt, you clap
Catch em in the club, thats when I stomp em flat
Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat
I tell you bout this fucking rats
They even snitch and bend over to catch
No matter how you look at it I hate fucking rats
Get my bottle of Ciroc and I twist the cat
Sit back watch the nba play or some rolla back
Real fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread
In the hood on the war like a fucking fathead
Two nines on your back one sack, yeah
This my block and you niggas cant trap here
Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped yeah
Im killing niggas, I should have a hundret tattes
Celebrate your death, toast bottles and clap beers
Its gon be a cold summer, come through like burr
The red phantom bullshittin, the 25 steeb curbes
The B S H just blaze in this muthafucka
The cars outside, the caves in this muthafucka
I should let off a couple straighs in this muthafuck
Fuck that. kinda get laid in this muthafuck
Yo, tell your friends to get wit my friends
Yeah, meet me in the parking lot, license plate aftermath
Between me now and fuck 50, wouldnt snitch for halve his cash
If he wastn such a bitch, nobody woulde have to blast
Still his down in jacksonville, dont make me have to rap your jack
Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez and packin bag
With bitches dat speak French, how you say, catch a cab
I dont trip Euros, I dont trip Pounds
Im balling ball bitches, till I knock em all down
Like the 93 Pac, I Get Aroud
Cuffles by the staircase, crack bottle backdoor
Navigate my way down to the south, I used to trap hoe
Harlem way to Queensbidge moving packs yo
Might have lost a couple friend, but I got my gat though
Blast foes, my rap goes can never stop my cash flow
Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4
But now I pull up in the truck with the crash board
With the mag low, get you antyhing you ask for
Sometimes I can be a fucking asshole
In the bake with my mask on, look at this nigga ayyon
Dont take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw
We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck
Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck
Im in a strip club with a glock, nigga what
Give me your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt
I aint gon do shit but pour champaigne on her
Hit her from the back and watch half of the laker game on her
Dont put the back on, too many cunt stains on it
When to train on her, call carl toon
Have em tatoo my name on her, Star Trek 2
You know what, fuck it atftermath too
Put a little smoke around it then take it home and pound it
Helicopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded
Have spot in the jungles till the fuckin feds found
Mama your son got a public announcement
I got 5 million in the walls and the couches
Dont make me think about we got camels dogs and guns
Aks pompey, he was there he can vouch it
Throw it in the trashcan on some oscar the grouch shit
A bunch of green popped out is, tiime to revouse shit
Settle down the Mississippi got her down south click
And my niggas like, we aint know all about this
And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed
You get 25, he get his fucking throat slid
Cut em like filet mignon and throw em off the boat bitch
Feed em to the shark then dock the yacht
Oil in the water, damn the ocean so thick
Time to finish off this niggas on some trench coat shit
Its a drug war, real life, Grand Theft
Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit your man next
Come through off some retarded shit, just grand text
Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier then DMX
Lazier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that
Blueberry, I aint talking with a muffun sack
Roll up the sauer d's well if you want em nigga
I split open the dutch, then I'm stuffin that
You should get a fight with California, come fuck with that
Thats all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that
Take it down in Cashville and hit Young Buck with that
Dont bring nuthin' back boarder patrol cuffin that
I aint trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckles wrapped
I wake up real owly, keep lunchin fags
Its real easy, you rap niggas my punchin bag
Ain't No Doubt About It lyrics - The Game (feat. Justin Timberlake & Pharrell Williams))
[Justin]
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move
(The way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
'Cause lady you cool
[Justin & Pharrell]
That's the way
(That's the way)
Keep movin baby
(Keep movin baby)
Tell your girls
(Tell your girls)
To come join the table
(come join the table)
And don't you worry
(don't you worry)
Just keep movin boo
(keep movin boo)
'Cause you're the star
(you're the star)
Everybody lookin at you
(said they lookin at you)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Hey girl, Baby you cool
[Game & Justin]
G-A-M-E drop top Bentley
Gucci belt-buckle, fresh outta Italy
Ima balla, literally
Haters are swine flu
They killin me
I'm lookin down on ya from where the ceiling be
Me n my niggas swarm
Oh you like the killa bees
My chick ridin shotgun
Billie Jean
Half Belizean and half from The Philippines
Niggas energy
Its like they got the heave
Seekin me
Thinkin' they wanna 9 milli-me
But they ain't fo' that rat-tat-tat-tat
My bullets sing like they registered at ASCAP
Need I say more
I was single [?]
Everything I do exotic
I don't need to [?]
Mr. Red Carpet, I don't do awards
If you want it, I done it
Five million on tour
Fo 'sho
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move
(the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
'Cause lady you cool
That's the way
(That's the way)
Keep movin baby
(Keep movin baby)
Tell your girls
(Tell your girls)
To come join the table
(come join the table)
And don't you worry
(don't you worry)
Just keep movin boo
(keep movin boo)
'Cause you're the star
(you're the star)
Everybody lookin at you
(said they lookin at you)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Baby you cool
Yo Pharrell
I'm ri-ridiculous
So so sick with it
You can call me cancer
But I don't smoke cigarettes
Come through in a 'Rari
Same color as licorice
If I ain't with them, my bitch be like
My niggas, shit,
Haters beware
I can see clear
Through these lens on this black Louis V yeah
Something 'bout Mary
Make me wanna blow up
And P got the dziaq for me when I show up (yeah)
Whip game crazy
I call it [?]
You're a big fish till you swim with piranhas
Used to call me dope Game
When I cop from Jose
Now I play Roosevelt and I cop Roses
Niggas be like you lease that
no way
California slim license plate Saint-Tropez
Eaten wit a table for a two place lobsters
Been a mobsters since a two way, holla
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move
(The way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
'Cause lady you cool
[Justin & Pharrell]
That's the way
(That's the way)
Keep movin baby
(Keep movin baby)
Tell your girls
(Tell your girls)
To come join the table
(come join the table)
And don't you worry
(don't you worry)
Just keep movin boo
(keep movin boo)
'Cause you're the star
(you're the star)
Everybody lookin at you
(said they lookin at you)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Hey girl, Baby you cool
[Game & Justin]
G-A-M-E drop top Bentley
Gucci belt-buckle, fresh outta Italy
Ima balla, literally
Haters are swine flu
They killin me
I'm lookin down on ya from where the ceiling be
Me n my niggas swarm
Oh you like the killa bees
My chick ridin shotgun
Billie Jean
Half Belizean and half from The Philippines
Niggas energy
Its like they got the heave
Seekin me
Thinkin' they wanna 9 milli-me
But they ain't fo' that rat-tat-tat-tat
My bullets sing like they registered at ASCAP
Need I say more
I was single [?]
Everything I do exotic
I don't need to [?]
Mr. Red Carpet, I don't do awards
If you want it, I done it
Five million on tour
Fo 'sho
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move
(the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
'Cause lady you cool
That's the way
(That's the way)
Keep movin baby
(Keep movin baby)
Tell your girls
(Tell your girls)
To come join the table
(come join the table)
And don't you worry
(don't you worry)
Just keep movin boo
(keep movin boo)
'Cause you're the star
(you're the star)
Everybody lookin at you
(said they lookin at you)
And there ain't no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain't no doubt about it
Baby you cool
Yo Pharrell
I'm ri-ridiculous
So so sick with it
You can call me cancer
But I don't smoke cigarettes
Come through in a 'Rari
Same color as licorice
If I ain't with them, my bitch be like
My niggas, shit,
Haters beware
I can see clear
Through these lens on this black Louis V yeah
Something 'bout Mary
Make me wanna blow up
And P got the dziaq for me when I show up (yeah)
Whip game crazy
I call it [?]
You're a big fish till you swim with piranhas
Used to call me dope Game
When I cop from Jose
Now I play Roosevelt and I cop Roses
Niggas be like you lease that
no way
California slim license plate Saint-Tropez
Eaten wit a table for a two place lobsters
Been a mobsters since a two way, holla
All Doggs Go To Heaven lyrics - The Game
[Chorus]
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, sippin on this goose gettin’ loose
I don’t know what else to do, so I’m sittin’ here
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the dessert
All dogs go to heaven
Til then (smoke weed everyday)
Aftermath studio, 2005
It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate, it was I
It was Dre, It was Daz and Kurupt, we was high
One of my favourite memories
Them niggas like kin to me
When they move, I move
We like a centipede
Back when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate, round the hood regulating
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods were segregating
And just like y’all, I used to love tha Dogg Pound
10 years later we here, laying Nate Dogg down
Damn, he was only 41 so I’mma get high and just drink til this 40 done
But I really wanna cry, shit I really wonder why good niggas gotta die
If we living under God
Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn’t bring him back if I tried
So we just rolling up a swisha
[Chorus]
Allstar weekend, I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg
Thats like MJG with no 8Ball
I don’t wanna see that R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we that coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, tell me where the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Where Pac used to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better believe that
Can you believe this where they killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A-T-E D O double G at
Cause that’s where all dogs go because of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook, who I’m gonna call for
I sample your old shit, i don’t know these new niggas
Bout to roll an ounce of this kush, I need a few swishas
And the game will never be the same without him
I’m just mad he ain't here to hop wont he R.E.D album
[Chorus]
I’m in the crib, Dre beats on, banging Lay Low
Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his halo
Tryna get my mind what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters when I say so
Shed tear, that's for Nate bro
Cali will never be the smae, Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down, that's why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks better than Kareem and Ali
I’m blowing smoke up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting here focused on the end
Today a child is born, tomorrow he’s a man
Next day he gone
Life cycle repeats itself again and again
Uncle’s cousins and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to heaven in a Benz
But one things for sure, everybody gotta go
When it’s my turn I hope I never know
(Hold Up)
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, sippin on this goose gettin’ loose
I don’t know what else to do, so I’m sittin’ here
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the dessert
All dogs go to heaven
Til then (smoke weed everyday)
Aftermath studio, 2005
It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate, it was I
It was Dre, It was Daz and Kurupt, we was high
One of my favourite memories
Them niggas like kin to me
When they move, I move
We like a centipede
Back when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate, round the hood regulating
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods were segregating
And just like y’all, I used to love tha Dogg Pound
10 years later we here, laying Nate Dogg down
Damn, he was only 41 so I’mma get high and just drink til this 40 done
But I really wanna cry, shit I really wonder why good niggas gotta die
If we living under God
Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn’t bring him back if I tried
So we just rolling up a swisha
[Chorus]
Allstar weekend, I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg
Thats like MJG with no 8Ball
I don’t wanna see that R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we that coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, tell me where the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Where Pac used to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better believe that
Can you believe this where they killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A-T-E D O double G at
Cause that’s where all dogs go because of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook, who I’m gonna call for
I sample your old shit, i don’t know these new niggas
Bout to roll an ounce of this kush, I need a few swishas
And the game will never be the same without him
I’m just mad he ain't here to hop wont he R.E.D album
[Chorus]
I’m in the crib, Dre beats on, banging Lay Low
Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his halo
Tryna get my mind what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters when I say so
Shed tear, that's for Nate bro
Cali will never be the smae, Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down, that's why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks better than Kareem and Ali
I’m blowing smoke up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting here focused on the end
Today a child is born, tomorrow he’s a man
Next day he gone
Life cycle repeats itself again and again
Uncle’s cousins and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to heaven in a Benz
But one things for sure, everybody gotta go
When it’s my turn I hope I never know
(Hold Up)
All Eyez lyrics - The Game (feat. Jeremih)
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on ya
Ask you how your week been
Workin' always, let me
Work you out for the weekend
Baby, I'm a beast, uh-huh
Can you tame me?
I'm gon' let it out
Let you down
[The Game:]
Let's get to it
Let me lick you in places you never been licked before
Take you to places you never been before
Like London, Paris, see that Lamborghini outside
We can share it, J and B without the marriage
Horse and carriage, señorita
Snapchat dog filters live from Ibiza
Breakfast on the beach, that mean sex is on the beach
You lookin' like a fruit platter, I'm a bite into your peach
And um, I think about to massage your feet
And um, you got a body, you remind of my Jeep
And um, I must look amazing with you
Cause every time you on my arm I got
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
[The Game:]
'Member when you used to curved me, leave my text message unread?
And every time I asked to see you, you say you goin' to bed
Every time I hit you with the good morning you say you workin'
Now you in my living room twerkin', that's crazy
You wear that body suit, I know you tryna tease me
I put on that Tiller, she'd rather fuck me to Weezy
I remember when your money was young
And you stripped all week just to get the tan Yeezy's
Back when lame niggas hit you with the one liners
All sounding the same like Future and Desiigner
Now that's my vagina, she told me to sshh
We in the Chanel store and
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
All eyes on you
Lookin' at me like you love me
We can do it now or later
She wan' lick on party favorite
On my wave, tryna surf it up
Know we gettin' gnarly, smokin' Marley, burnin' up
Certified with the double-M pullin' up
Tooly got a room, we'll play "Room Up In Here", been here
Girl, you know my intentions
I put you on the wall like a picture
Round after round to decisions
Say you wanna show me what I'm missin'
All the lights low, but we lit up
I don't let you down if I get up
Like you got a man, but you're fed up
But you know when we get together
[The Game:]
You want me to say your name, huh?
Karrueche!
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
All eyes on ya
Ask you how your week been
Workin' always, let me
Work you out for the weekend
Baby, I'm a beast, uh-huh
Can you tame me?
I'm gon' let it out
Let you down
[The Game:]
Let's get to it
Let me lick you in places you never been licked before
Take you to places you never been before
Like London, Paris, see that Lamborghini outside
We can share it, J and B without the marriage
Horse and carriage, señorita
Snapchat dog filters live from Ibiza
Breakfast on the beach, that mean sex is on the beach
You lookin' like a fruit platter, I'm a bite into your peach
And um, I think about to massage your feet
And um, you got a body, you remind of my Jeep
And um, I must look amazing with you
Cause every time you on my arm I got
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
[The Game:]
'Member when you used to curved me, leave my text message unread?
And every time I asked to see you, you say you goin' to bed
Every time I hit you with the good morning you say you workin'
Now you in my living room twerkin', that's crazy
You wear that body suit, I know you tryna tease me
I put on that Tiller, she'd rather fuck me to Weezy
I remember when your money was young
And you stripped all week just to get the tan Yeezy's
Back when lame niggas hit you with the one liners
All sounding the same like Future and Desiigner
Now that's my vagina, she told me to sshh
We in the Chanel store and
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
All eyes on you
Lookin' at me like you love me
We can do it now or later
She wan' lick on party favorite
On my wave, tryna surf it up
Know we gettin' gnarly, smokin' Marley, burnin' up
Certified with the double-M pullin' up
Tooly got a room, we'll play "Room Up In Here", been here
Girl, you know my intentions
I put you on the wall like a picture
Round after round to decisions
Say you wanna show me what I'm missin'
All the lights low, but we lit up
I don't let you down if I get up
Like you got a man, but you're fed up
But you know when we get together
[The Game:]
You want me to say your name, huh?
Karrueche!
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
Ambitionz Of A Rida lyrics - The Game (feat. DeJ Loaf)
[Verse 1: 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
[Verse 2: 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
[Verse 3: 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
[Hook: Game + Dej Loaf]
My ambitionz of rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida
[Verse 4: 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
[Verse 5: 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
[Verse 6: 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
[Verse 7: 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
[Hook: Game + Dej Loaf]
[Verse 8: 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
[Hook: Game + Dej Loaf]
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
[Verse 2: 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
[Verse 3: 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
[Hook: Game + Dej Loaf]
My ambitionz of rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida
[Verse 4: 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
[Verse 5: 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
[Verse 6: 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
[Verse 7: 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
[Hook: Game + Dej Loaf]
[Verse 8: 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
[Hook: Game + Dej Loaf]
Around The Way lyrics - The Game
I had a fucked up childhood
7 years old
my pops raped my sister
she was 11 years old
Till this day
I can't understand
how a nigga can stick his dick in his daughter
and still feel like he a fucking man
ma how you stay with this nigga
knowing, he a child molester
leave us with this nigga
we at home everyday, you fighting with this nigga
we in court you holding hands, fighting with this nigga
telling the jury he was coked up, heroin in his system
and I spent everyday, from there on, in the system
in a group home, with mexicans and whiteboys
to much anger inside, never played and I ain't like toys
so I was treated different by my foster parents
and every kid in elementary thought I lost my parents
cuz me and my foster brothers ain't look shit a like
Calvo was mexican and Nathan was white
There was once a thug from around the way
There was once a thug from around the way
I was in a boys home, stressed man
I was in some nikes and guess pants,
the brown pentyloafers and dress pants
fucked up ain't it, I was robbin kids
I used to wish I had a family like the kosby's did
told my friends in school my moms had money like ophra winfrey
she left to find a new job and she was coming back to get me
that was 5 years ago, now I'm 12 years old
my moms left my dad
the judge said, I can come back home
I grew up in this crip neighberhood, called "Santana"
they ain't like my brothers cuz of the bulls jerseys and red bandanas
one day after school, they jumped me for my chain and stabbed me twice in the arm
thats when I started banging
in the hood, hanging like
red laces in my high tops
tryna be like my brothers
my moms kicked me out the house cuz she needed a break
her and my little sister moved upstate
There was once a thug from around the way
There was once a thug from around the way
Before Jimmy Iovine, The Killers in IV
These bitch niggas try to take my life for 5 G's
I was in the projects, 2 Oclock in the morning,
Playing Madden
Niggas kicked in the door and started blasting
I seen the light so I no Jesus Christ
Cuz I took one in the heart
and I ain't lose my life
Came home and studied the chronic
Inside out
Ate Doggystyle for breakfast
and lunch was "Reasonable Doubt"
I started writing my lyrics on napkins
Listening to nas, I wrote my first 16, to Illmatic
Waited 9 months then shit got Gangsta
I signed to aftermath
the same time
they dropped Wanksta
He asked to 50, he gon sell
Will he do a Mill plus
or will he end up in Jail
Get real close to the speakers
I got a story to tell
He went from the Front porch
to the cover of Double XL
There was once a thug from around the way
There was once a thug from around the way
7 years old
my pops raped my sister
she was 11 years old
Till this day
I can't understand
how a nigga can stick his dick in his daughter
and still feel like he a fucking man
ma how you stay with this nigga
knowing, he a child molester
leave us with this nigga
we at home everyday, you fighting with this nigga
we in court you holding hands, fighting with this nigga
telling the jury he was coked up, heroin in his system
and I spent everyday, from there on, in the system
in a group home, with mexicans and whiteboys
to much anger inside, never played and I ain't like toys
so I was treated different by my foster parents
and every kid in elementary thought I lost my parents
cuz me and my foster brothers ain't look shit a like
Calvo was mexican and Nathan was white
There was once a thug from around the way
There was once a thug from around the way
I was in a boys home, stressed man
I was in some nikes and guess pants,
the brown pentyloafers and dress pants
fucked up ain't it, I was robbin kids
I used to wish I had a family like the kosby's did
told my friends in school my moms had money like ophra winfrey
she left to find a new job and she was coming back to get me
that was 5 years ago, now I'm 12 years old
my moms left my dad
the judge said, I can come back home
I grew up in this crip neighberhood, called "Santana"
they ain't like my brothers cuz of the bulls jerseys and red bandanas
one day after school, they jumped me for my chain and stabbed me twice in the arm
thats when I started banging
in the hood, hanging like
red laces in my high tops
tryna be like my brothers
my moms kicked me out the house cuz she needed a break
her and my little sister moved upstate
There was once a thug from around the way
There was once a thug from around the way
Before Jimmy Iovine, The Killers in IV
These bitch niggas try to take my life for 5 G's
I was in the projects, 2 Oclock in the morning,
Playing Madden
Niggas kicked in the door and started blasting
I seen the light so I no Jesus Christ
Cuz I took one in the heart
and I ain't lose my life
Came home and studied the chronic
Inside out
Ate Doggystyle for breakfast
and lunch was "Reasonable Doubt"
I started writing my lyrics on napkins
Listening to nas, I wrote my first 16, to Illmatic
Waited 9 months then shit got Gangsta
I signed to aftermath
the same time
they dropped Wanksta
He asked to 50, he gon sell
Will he do a Mill plus
or will he end up in Jail
Get real close to the speakers
I got a story to tell
He went from the Front porch
to the cover of Double XL
There was once a thug from around the way
There was once a thug from around the way
Bang Along lyrics - The Game
[Chorus]
One for the impala's, two for the gold d's, 3 for the switches, middle finger
for the police, nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die, four fingers
up, two twisted for the westside. [x2]
I used dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer wayne bought that porsche out,
I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 years old with
all the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks take the nigga
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so I'm back up the block
fucking with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot fiend's fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls
yeah the shits was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo came
through the hood in that coke white benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny niggas kept the stickers under they brims there was a lil
nigga in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a muthu fucker I wanted to be like him.
[Chorus]
Fuck it I ain't gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it worse
I had steal toes on and hammer pants, fucked up right? that's when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow while I was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I wanna run outside, but
Imma get my ass whopped again if I run outside, swear I was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block light skin with
wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to hump me and she was like ? I don't
care? so I took her training bra off that's when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so I was like yeah trying to think of LL lines in the
back of my head, 'when I'm alone in the room' can't remember what he said but
I know Uncle Luke 'bitch give me some head' here go?
[Chorus]
Shit I'm grown now, pops in jail I'm on my own now, got my first kilo and my
brick phone now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees[?] coming home now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas don't
bang like they used to, and I can't dunk like I used to, niggas don't move
fast enough when they hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is played out like
Fubu, I got a TV in the dash watching Friday, 21 no felon, tell em niggas
crime pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass
bounce sideways, four amps 15's beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my shit
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, I'm on my gangsta shit, nigga with an
attitude hold my mutha fucking gangsta shit.
[Chorus]
[Talking]
Hey lo, I'm gonna take these niggas back man, back to the number 4 jordans
niggas dem shits was sway, remember them mutha fuckers, yeah the number 4
jordans man, when them shits got old, we couldnt afford no new ones so we
went to mutha fucking payless and got that black shoe polish, we put so much
shoe polish on them mufuckas trying to keep them shiny black mutha fu turned leather?.
One for the impala's, two for the gold d's, 3 for the switches, middle finger
for the police, nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die, four fingers
up, two twisted for the westside. [x2]
I used dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer wayne bought that porsche out,
I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 years old with
all the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks take the nigga
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so I'm back up the block
fucking with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot fiend's fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls
yeah the shits was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo came
through the hood in that coke white benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny niggas kept the stickers under they brims there was a lil
nigga in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a muthu fucker I wanted to be like him.
[Chorus]
Fuck it I ain't gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it worse
I had steal toes on and hammer pants, fucked up right? that's when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow while I was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I wanna run outside, but
Imma get my ass whopped again if I run outside, swear I was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block light skin with
wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to hump me and she was like ? I don't
care? so I took her training bra off that's when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so I was like yeah trying to think of LL lines in the
back of my head, 'when I'm alone in the room' can't remember what he said but
I know Uncle Luke 'bitch give me some head' here go?
[Chorus]
Shit I'm grown now, pops in jail I'm on my own now, got my first kilo and my
brick phone now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees[?] coming home now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas don't
bang like they used to, and I can't dunk like I used to, niggas don't move
fast enough when they hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is played out like
Fubu, I got a TV in the dash watching Friday, 21 no felon, tell em niggas
crime pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass
bounce sideways, four amps 15's beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my shit
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, I'm on my gangsta shit, nigga with an
attitude hold my mutha fucking gangsta shit.
[Chorus]
[Talking]
Hey lo, I'm gonna take these niggas back man, back to the number 4 jordans
niggas dem shits was sway, remember them mutha fuckers, yeah the number 4
jordans man, when them shits got old, we couldnt afford no new ones so we
went to mutha fucking payless and got that black shoe polish, we put so much
shoe polish on them mufuckas trying to keep them shiny black mutha fu turned leather?.
Better Days lyrics - The Game (feat. Andre Merritt)
[Andre Merritt]
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
the first thing I wanna do is say wat up to TI,
king of the south, now everybody see why,
im just driving and thinking why I survived here,
and I aint seen dre and eminem in 5 years,
that sound shady right,
i live a crazy life,
so many black thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white,
I can tell you about the rims but I aint here for that,
going out like big and pac I fear for that,
take this lambo and put 6 holes in it,
shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it,
lift the doors up and let all my demons out,
and I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
i aint thinking bout bitches or pulling beemers out,
im thinking bout my son safety everytime they leave the house,
i know how to make it out the hood i seen the route,
and heres the proof me venus and serena out,
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
im sitting on these stairs at this church,
bout to start a verse
and somewhere in the world somebody about to start a hoarse,
tell me who inside it, whos son is that,
and how he get there, now tell me who gun is that,
i aint saying confess definietly aint saying snitch,
but if you kiled the n-gga help his momma dig his ditch,
im from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked,
kids wear dre beats to stop the sound of gun shots,
but at least they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
and i seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes,
can you feel that, if you can hear them buzzing,
you can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
they lost there baby daughter and she was only 3
she never got a chance to blossom on the family tree,
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
We got a new president and I love that he black,
but Imma ask him like bush, where the soldiers at?
now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers at,
the water dried up well n-gga do you know they clap
we all juveniles we all been through some trials,
and some tribulations, Im in this booth pacing,
what do I say next, should I talk about some cars
or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars,
or my bullet wounds and my stab wounds,
cant show you I covered them up with tattoos,
i cant do nothing but spit the truth,
on probation smoking drink patron before I hit the booth,
you making songs for the clubs while n-ggas drinking,
i make em for the ride home when n-ggas stinking,
one minute you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
and its a Jim Johnsin track now fill this stack
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
the first thing I wanna do is say wat up to TI,
king of the south, now everybody see why,
im just driving and thinking why I survived here,
and I aint seen dre and eminem in 5 years,
that sound shady right,
i live a crazy life,
so many black thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white,
I can tell you about the rims but I aint here for that,
going out like big and pac I fear for that,
take this lambo and put 6 holes in it,
shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it,
lift the doors up and let all my demons out,
and I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
i aint thinking bout bitches or pulling beemers out,
im thinking bout my son safety everytime they leave the house,
i know how to make it out the hood i seen the route,
and heres the proof me venus and serena out,
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
im sitting on these stairs at this church,
bout to start a verse
and somewhere in the world somebody about to start a hoarse,
tell me who inside it, whos son is that,
and how he get there, now tell me who gun is that,
i aint saying confess definietly aint saying snitch,
but if you kiled the n-gga help his momma dig his ditch,
im from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked,
kids wear dre beats to stop the sound of gun shots,
but at least they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
and i seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes,
can you feel that, if you can hear them buzzing,
you can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
they lost there baby daughter and she was only 3
she never got a chance to blossom on the family tree,
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
We got a new president and I love that he black,
but Imma ask him like bush, where the soldiers at?
now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers at,
the water dried up well n-gga do you know they clap
we all juveniles we all been through some trials,
and some tribulations, Im in this booth pacing,
what do I say next, should I talk about some cars
or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars,
or my bullet wounds and my stab wounds,
cant show you I covered them up with tattoos,
i cant do nothing but spit the truth,
on probation smoking drink patron before I hit the booth,
you making songs for the clubs while n-ggas drinking,
i make em for the ride home when n-ggas stinking,
one minute you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
and its a Jim Johnsin track now fill this stack
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days
Better On The Other Side lyrics - The Game (with Chris Brown, Diddy, DJ Khalil, Polow da Don, Mario Winans, Usher, Boyz II Men)
[Diddy talking]
I remember the first time I seen you moonwalk,
I believed I could do anything,
you made the world dance,
you made the music come to life
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and I wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gonna let you go from my heart
[The Game]
Who’s Michael Jackson?
You're Michael Jackson,
I’m Michael Jackson,
We all Michael Jackson,
I guess what I’m asking is, everybody bow their head for a legend, don’t breathe for a second,
now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about,
so you can hear my message, my confession, someone tell Usher,
I seen the moonwalk, I guess the young thriller touched him,
like he touched me, like he touched you,
so carry on his legacy, something I must do,
and I trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals,
me and my brothers listen to Jackson 5 in the living room,
first thing I did when I heard was call puff,
cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us,
who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and Mike Jackson gonna take us to the ledge.
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and I wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gonna let you go from my heart
As I’m pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
when list my air ones, MJ was my nigga.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
and since I’m a Hollywood star Imma tell you my story,
never had a family that close, never see Berry Gordy walking through Interscope,
but just like me, they always had Mike in a scope,
no matter what you say,
I’mma love him and he’s still dope,
let me take you back to '85 when I was in a zone,
dancing for my momma, 'Thriller' jacket with all the zippers on,
now I’m doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
listening to Outcast, I’m sorry Mrs Jackson
anything I can ever do to better you your son was our king so we wont Corretta you,
I’m writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids, time to let us through.
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and I wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gonna let you go from my heart
[Diddy Talking]
People can say what they want to say about you.
We gonna remember the miracles that you showed us
Through your music through your dance
Through your philanthropy.
You were the one who made us all realize that we are the world.
You were the one who showed us we could moonwalk.
You gave us the beat.
You gave us the rhythm
You gave us the soul
Through us your legacy lives on
We can't stop now
We won't stop now MIKE JACKSON
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and I wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gonna let you go from my heart
[Boys II Men]
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let die
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, live and let die.
I remember the first time I seen you moonwalk,
I believed I could do anything,
you made the world dance,
you made the music come to life
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and I wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gonna let you go from my heart
[The Game]
Who’s Michael Jackson?
You're Michael Jackson,
I’m Michael Jackson,
We all Michael Jackson,
I guess what I’m asking is, everybody bow their head for a legend, don’t breathe for a second,
now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about,
so you can hear my message, my confession, someone tell Usher,
I seen the moonwalk, I guess the young thriller touched him,
like he touched me, like he touched you,
so carry on his legacy, something I must do,
and I trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals,
me and my brothers listen to Jackson 5 in the living room,
first thing I did when I heard was call puff,
cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us,
who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and Mike Jackson gonna take us to the ledge.
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and I wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gonna let you go from my heart
As I’m pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
when list my air ones, MJ was my nigga.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
and since I’m a Hollywood star Imma tell you my story,
never had a family that close, never see Berry Gordy walking through Interscope,
but just like me, they always had Mike in a scope,
no matter what you say,
I’mma love him and he’s still dope,
let me take you back to '85 when I was in a zone,
dancing for my momma, 'Thriller' jacket with all the zippers on,
now I’m doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
listening to Outcast, I’m sorry Mrs Jackson
anything I can ever do to better you your son was our king so we wont Corretta you,
I’m writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids, time to let us through.
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and I wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gonna let you go from my heart
[Diddy Talking]
People can say what they want to say about you.
We gonna remember the miracles that you showed us
Through your music through your dance
Through your philanthropy.
You were the one who made us all realize that we are the world.
You were the one who showed us we could moonwalk.
You gave us the beat.
You gave us the rhythm
You gave us the soul
Through us your legacy lives on
We can't stop now
We won't stop now MIKE JACKSON
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and I wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gonna let you go from my heart
[Boys II Men]
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let die
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, live and let die.
Big Money lyrics - The Game
[Chorus]
I got big money I drive big cars,
everybody know me,
it’s like I’m a movie star,
everybody know me,
it’s like I’m a movie star,
everybody know me,
it’s like I’m a movie star,
[x2]
[Verse 1]
I got big money, everybody know,
brand new rose phantom, put those sixes on the floor,
when I pull up in the hood, niggas say there go the man,
I put them Asanti’s and Nelly’s on them rubberbands,
California license plates,
Aftermath logo,
back with the Doc after a 5 year solo,
woke up in the club 10 bottles of the bub,
tell them hoes, Im buying what they drinking,
just pour it up, all my n-ggas is banging
what you claim just throw it up,
if you aint getting money like I'm getting go get a cup,
if you aint getting pussy like I'm getting,
take one of mine,
you know Im in this bitch with 20 dollars worth of dimes,
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, Im from Compton, everybody know,
I aint riding on LeBron’s thats 2004,
I aint riding on Kobe’s thats 2005,
if it aint February’s on the truck it aint right,
dont ask what Im sitting on, mills on the rims,
Lamborghini top unless I call it Lil Kim,
Walking through the club with a pocket full of change,
iceberg on my chest no man on my ring,
I aint talking bout Jeezy, talking bout them gemstones,
medallion so big think Im walking with my rims on,
tell the DJ we got a line outside,
you can play it after Gucci and Dre just let it ride,
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Girl lets make a movie, hop inside my car,
I be Denzel and you can be just who you are,
aint worried bout ya man,
leave that nigga at the bar,
got some tint on my Ferrari,
this movie is rated R,
ya girlfriends is extra’s,
baby you a star,
and its time to burn rubber no stuntman involved,
doing a 100 on the highway, pulling on my gear shift,
your girl got her hand on my cock but I ain’t Will Smith,
baby I’m a baller, inside outside,
Cool N Dre track and this muthfucker bounce right,
yeah it’s aftermath and we back in the club,
while you wait for Detox let this muthaf-cker sulk.
[Chorus]
I got big money I drive big cars,
everybody know me,
it’s like I’m a movie star,
everybody know me,
it’s like I’m a movie star,
everybody know me,
it’s like I’m a movie star,
[x2]
[Verse 1]
I got big money, everybody know,
brand new rose phantom, put those sixes on the floor,
when I pull up in the hood, niggas say there go the man,
I put them Asanti’s and Nelly’s on them rubberbands,
California license plates,
Aftermath logo,
back with the Doc after a 5 year solo,
woke up in the club 10 bottles of the bub,
tell them hoes, Im buying what they drinking,
just pour it up, all my n-ggas is banging
what you claim just throw it up,
if you aint getting money like I'm getting go get a cup,
if you aint getting pussy like I'm getting,
take one of mine,
you know Im in this bitch with 20 dollars worth of dimes,
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, Im from Compton, everybody know,
I aint riding on LeBron’s thats 2004,
I aint riding on Kobe’s thats 2005,
if it aint February’s on the truck it aint right,
dont ask what Im sitting on, mills on the rims,
Lamborghini top unless I call it Lil Kim,
Walking through the club with a pocket full of change,
iceberg on my chest no man on my ring,
I aint talking bout Jeezy, talking bout them gemstones,
medallion so big think Im walking with my rims on,
tell the DJ we got a line outside,
you can play it after Gucci and Dre just let it ride,
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Girl lets make a movie, hop inside my car,
I be Denzel and you can be just who you are,
aint worried bout ya man,
leave that nigga at the bar,
got some tint on my Ferrari,
this movie is rated R,
ya girlfriends is extra’s,
baby you a star,
and its time to burn rubber no stuntman involved,
doing a 100 on the highway, pulling on my gear shift,
your girl got her hand on my cock but I ain’t Will Smith,
baby I’m a baller, inside outside,
Cool N Dre track and this muthfucker bounce right,
yeah it’s aftermath and we back in the club,
while you wait for Detox let this muthaf-cker sulk.
[Chorus]
Bottles & Rockin' J's lyrics - The Game (feat. DJ Khaled, Fabolous, Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross)
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Aiyyo Game, what they do, boi? It's DJ Khaled
I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6's on
I'm all about gettin money
I love glorifyin my hard work
Poppin bottles, shit them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We the Best
Aiyyo Game, Red Nation {RED NATION}
[Chorus: Game]
All I know is bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's (WOO!)
Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money
Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's (WOO!)
Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Game I wanna talk right now..
I wanna let niggaz know what (I) know..
All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do
and make somebody have to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don't really give a fuck if it's your record
and you my brother, my nigga look I gotta rhyme first
See the way I comin, how I do the game (Church!)
Ask somebody, you gotta know you gotta need a nurse
Let me bang 'em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill 'em with another verse
Everybody see the way I be goin and goin
How I do it? Niggaz don't even be knowin, but then again
Yes they do be knowin how I be bangin in every shit I be givin you
All the heat I be packin and I be - showin off
With all this money, you know where I'm headin
And I'm gonna get the Jordan's the patent leather 11's
They really bangin all the way down to the bedding
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be gettin
and I kill 'em with the bop, see the way a nigga steppin
And we pop bottles and we rock J's (See me reppin?)
And respect the way I do it 'fore I hit you with the weapon
Don't be spillin liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Dayum! (SHIIIIIT!!) Anyway..
See we gotta get it up, prol'ly fill a model up
Lemme rev a bottle up, lemme see everybody put your liquor bottles up
{M-M-M-Maybach Music} LET'S GO!
[Rick Ross]
Bitches, I'm gettin money (WOO!), bottles and rockin chains
Money like I'm LeBron (WOO!), my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts (uh!), highway to heaven, ridin like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, 60 Gs' a month (Hahaha!)
Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston George
Bitches snortin blow, fuckin fast and cookin dope (WOO!)
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller
That Chopard, my new bitches must mĐ¹nage, I'm a G
[Chorus]
[Game]
Bottles and rockin J's, smokin and sippin Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie, (Heated) up like I'm Wade
Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekend
Jordan's Monday through Friday, especially when I'm freakin
Them cool grays, that's Monday, them Space Jams, that's Tuesday
Them Spike Lee's on Wednesday, 23 in my Benz - (AY!)
You know I love them 6s', especially on my bitches
13s' and them spandex on Thursday, it's yo' birthday
And Friday I ain't lyin, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven
Redbone pussy poppin on my black and red 11's
Patent leather when I step in, you know what I'm reppin
S-double O W-double O
Black number fo's, I ain't get it from the store
Bus' know, that...
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I put footprints in them couches, I put so much in my two-step
Put on fo' my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep
I put straight shots, in they hand, make pretty girls do the ugly face
And they just put my song on, move back, I need Dougie space
like AY! AY! Then it's right back to my muggin face
Nigga said put the weed out, BBM, you buggin face
We walked in, one sum'n, bottles pop like we won sum'n
Raise a glass for err'body that's done (Somethin, from Nothin)
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargos and J's on, they let son/sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my shit, stop playin - Youtube (Coco Loso wasted!)
But tonight we on that red berry and cranberry - SOO-WOO
[Lil Wayne]
And I'm smokin on that purp, sippin on that purp
I came in this bitch, wit some niggaz that will murk
And we ain't 'bout all that talkin, you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordan's
Got a scope, on the barrel, that's a hammer witta camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don't know nuttin' but bitches and gettin money
Blood gang, kill a nigga in public, Young TUNECHI!
Shoot a nigga ass up, then it's deuces
Head shots, that fuckin vest is so useless
Yeaaaah! Yo Chuck, FUCK these niggaz!
You know who, P-I-RU, killer bees nigguh!
WHAOW!!! YOUNG MULA BAAAAAY-BAAAAAY!!
[Chorus]
Aiyyo Game, what they do, boi? It's DJ Khaled
I got my black and red Jordan Retro 6's on
I'm all about gettin money
I love glorifyin my hard work
Poppin bottles, shit them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We the Best
Aiyyo Game, Red Nation {RED NATION}
[Chorus: Game]
All I know is bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's (WOO!)
Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money
Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's (WOO!)
Bottles and rockin J's (WOO!), bottles and rockin J's
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money
Bitches and gettin money, bitches and gettin money
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Game I wanna talk right now..
I wanna let niggaz know what (I) know..
All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do
and make somebody have to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don't really give a fuck if it's your record
and you my brother, my nigga look I gotta rhyme first
See the way I comin, how I do the game (Church!)
Ask somebody, you gotta know you gotta need a nurse
Let me bang 'em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill 'em with another verse
Everybody see the way I be goin and goin
How I do it? Niggaz don't even be knowin, but then again
Yes they do be knowin how I be bangin in every shit I be givin you
All the heat I be packin and I be - showin off
With all this money, you know where I'm headin
And I'm gonna get the Jordan's the patent leather 11's
They really bangin all the way down to the bedding
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be gettin
and I kill 'em with the bop, see the way a nigga steppin
And we pop bottles and we rock J's (See me reppin?)
And respect the way I do it 'fore I hit you with the weapon
Don't be spillin liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Dayum! (SHIIIIIT!!) Anyway..
See we gotta get it up, prol'ly fill a model up
Lemme rev a bottle up, lemme see everybody put your liquor bottles up
{M-M-M-Maybach Music} LET'S GO!
[Rick Ross]
Bitches, I'm gettin money (WOO!), bottles and rockin chains
Money like I'm LeBron (WOO!), my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts (uh!), highway to heaven, ridin like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, 60 Gs' a month (Hahaha!)
Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston George
Bitches snortin blow, fuckin fast and cookin dope (WOO!)
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller
That Chopard, my new bitches must mĐ¹nage, I'm a G
[Chorus]
[Game]
Bottles and rockin J's, smokin and sippin Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie, (Heated) up like I'm Wade
Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekend
Jordan's Monday through Friday, especially when I'm freakin
Them cool grays, that's Monday, them Space Jams, that's Tuesday
Them Spike Lee's on Wednesday, 23 in my Benz - (AY!)
You know I love them 6s', especially on my bitches
13s' and them spandex on Thursday, it's yo' birthday
And Friday I ain't lyin, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven
Redbone pussy poppin on my black and red 11's
Patent leather when I step in, you know what I'm reppin
S-double O W-double O
Black number fo's, I ain't get it from the store
Bus' know, that...
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I put footprints in them couches, I put so much in my two-step
Put on fo' my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep
I put straight shots, in they hand, make pretty girls do the ugly face
And they just put my song on, move back, I need Dougie space
like AY! AY! Then it's right back to my muggin face
Nigga said put the weed out, BBM, you buggin face
We walked in, one sum'n, bottles pop like we won sum'n
Raise a glass for err'body that's done (Somethin, from Nothin)
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargos and J's on, they let son/sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my shit, stop playin - Youtube (Coco Loso wasted!)
But tonight we on that red berry and cranberry - SOO-WOO
[Lil Wayne]
And I'm smokin on that purp, sippin on that purp
I came in this bitch, wit some niggaz that will murk
And we ain't 'bout all that talkin, you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordan's
Got a scope, on the barrel, that's a hammer witta camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don't know nuttin' but bitches and gettin money
Blood gang, kill a nigga in public, Young TUNECHI!
Shoot a nigga ass up, then it's deuces
Head shots, that fuckin vest is so useless
Yeaaaah! Yo Chuck, FUCK these niggaz!
You know who, P-I-RU, killer bees nigguh!
WHAOW!!! YOUNG MULA BAAAAAY-BAAAAAY!!
[Chorus]
Celebration (Remix) lyrics - The Game (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa)
[Intro: Wiz Khalifa (Chris Brown)]
Rollin and chokin and movin slow motion, I'm floatin on goooooooood
(Put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt)
Rollin and chokin and movin slow motion, I'm floatin on goooooooood
(Put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt, yeah)
[The Game]
Step out the door and I'm rollin slow motion
I'm finna get down with my G's
Look 'round the crib and then pick up my keys
Hop in the fo' then go so niggaz don't know
I'm puffin on that, reefer
That chronic that grow from them trees
And now we smokin, throwin up B's
and I got Bone Thugs on my team
You know we steadily drinkin that liquor
Walk off in the club, say whassup to my niggaz
and I'm stumblin into that hydro
Look at me eyes low, where the pyro
Smokin the same in Indonesia, and Cairo
I'm back to back in them blunts
Now where did-a me light go?
'Fore I get psycho let's get high bro
Sittin and choppin with Krayzie
Stuffin that haze inside of me Swisher mayne
Layzie, Flesh, Wish
and never forgettin my nigga Bizzy
Aimin slow on Mr. Ouija
Better know who the boss
You don't wanna get tossed in the river mayne
East 99 on the grind, it feel the same
[Chris Brown]
Put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt, yeah
[Wish Bone]
Got a call from Compton
Celebration real niggaz so you know that I'm comin
Laced up, little bit of sun, little bit of fun
They got love in Compton for Bone
Little Hennessy, a little Cali green
I'm floatin, chokin, I'm gone
Look for somethin to poke on
I'm so high, got my Loc on
But I'm so real, life is so chill
I'm a grown man, nigga fo' real
It's mine (mine) cause I'ma spend it
Keep my hustle on so I'ma get it
I'm in my own lane, nigga pay tolls
Nigga no change, if anything
Better have mine, 'fore the party stops
Nigga gun range, bop bop bop!
[Krayzie Bone]
Well I'm in the back with a blunt, steady get it in
First to the last of the month, keep 'em comin
Niggaz think I don't smoke weed no mo'
I smell it then I say pass the bong
We're havin a celebration
So gone I don't even know what the occasion is
Can't even remember my name and shit
Man look at what this nigga Game done did
This nigga done made me relapse on a weed track
Put some purp' in the blunt cause I need that
Drink a 40 on my own in the zone
Still I won't get feedback
Know the haters wanna see me, for the love a nigga bustin
so I'm feelin like I'm runnin with the devil
Everybody got the level when a nigga got me ready to roll
And hydro got me ready to blow (blow)
Split that Swisher, roll some mo'
If y'all niggaz ain't know Bone can smoke
Highly highly high, but on the lowly lowly low!
Tell me what they want, a little bit of Bone
with a little bit of Game, still the same
Thugs swang, haters can hate if they want
For me it's still a wonderful day!
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Hit 'em off the top like on the block
It look like he just seen a ghost
Got 100 kids floatin around in my hood
and we goin for broke
Hit the weed and the blunts lil' bro
And roll up some smoke
Get 36 of that O.G.
If it's potent tell 'em run the whole ki'
All my niggaz down in Tha Land gettin that gwap
Hustlin, eatin, gettin no sleep
From Cleveland to Cali we winnin mayne
With Game mayne, we chiefin mayne
It's the first of the month and we yawnin
That's my everyday agenda
Red strings, bigger heaters
Five Thugs-N-Harmony members
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Layzie Bone]
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (yeah!)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (whoa ohhhh)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (woo-hooo!)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (stay high)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (high)
[Layzie Bone]
My life is a movie, it's just like a party
I wake up and roll up and blow on that Maui, wow-wee
Early in the morning the room is still cloudy
All night long my Thugs is just rowdy
All we do it for a celebration
We celebrate life in the fast lane
And never we hesitate
Only we demonstrate, original cash game
Mix it up with the hash mayne
I might let you hit it but never do ask mayne
That miracle lyrical mari-j-uana my sponser
That's why I don't have pain
L-Burna gon' have thangs, my mission is music
(Foe Tha Love of Tha Money)
Always reppin that Eazy-E
Cause what he gave me you can't take that from me
B-O-N-E, to the T-H-U-G, to the G-A-M-E
Got the game on lock
Lock lock lock lock but rock, it don't stop
Party over here, better call the cops cause it's hot
The buddah keep penetratin
We celebratin, real niggaz made it
No longer me needin me hair braided
Just (Chiefin in my Wahoo) faded, faded!
[Bizzy Bone]
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
Out of my khakis, out of my Gucci
And I'm gonna roll somethin when I roll
When I roll that ooh-wee, hey
Let me put it back, gotta love that
Put it out? Fuck that
Little Henny on the side in the ride
Better make it alright, not much time lookin back
Better handle my business here
Puff puff, pass, and my last
Gotta leave a little baggy in the air
Gotta put a little love in the glass
My legendary level-headed peers
Grab a buckle when I buck 'em with a beer
Sellin dope from the back of the stairs
That's when it was Clair (Clair, Clair)
But thanks to Game and this life
to keep hip-hop alive for the ones alive
And even my niggaz that's dead and gone
Every time in smoke and it's like them niggaz still live on
Hustlin, I still do it
Celebrate and elevate your mind
Little Bizzy gotta keep it movin
Everybody on the first still high (high, high, high)
[Interlude: The Game (Chris Brown)]
"Jesus Piece," December 11th
We celebratin the birth, death
and the resurrection of Black Jesus
But until then (put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt)
Yeah, Breezy! (yeah)
[Chorus]
[Outro: The Game]
Put the purp' in the bluuuuuuuunt
Rollin and chokin and movin slow motion, I'm floatin on goooooooood
(Put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt)
Rollin and chokin and movin slow motion, I'm floatin on goooooooood
(Put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt, yeah)
[The Game]
Step out the door and I'm rollin slow motion
I'm finna get down with my G's
Look 'round the crib and then pick up my keys
Hop in the fo' then go so niggaz don't know
I'm puffin on that, reefer
That chronic that grow from them trees
And now we smokin, throwin up B's
and I got Bone Thugs on my team
You know we steadily drinkin that liquor
Walk off in the club, say whassup to my niggaz
and I'm stumblin into that hydro
Look at me eyes low, where the pyro
Smokin the same in Indonesia, and Cairo
I'm back to back in them blunts
Now where did-a me light go?
'Fore I get psycho let's get high bro
Sittin and choppin with Krayzie
Stuffin that haze inside of me Swisher mayne
Layzie, Flesh, Wish
and never forgettin my nigga Bizzy
Aimin slow on Mr. Ouija
Better know who the boss
You don't wanna get tossed in the river mayne
East 99 on the grind, it feel the same
[Chris Brown]
Put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt, yeah
[Wish Bone]
Got a call from Compton
Celebration real niggaz so you know that I'm comin
Laced up, little bit of sun, little bit of fun
They got love in Compton for Bone
Little Hennessy, a little Cali green
I'm floatin, chokin, I'm gone
Look for somethin to poke on
I'm so high, got my Loc on
But I'm so real, life is so chill
I'm a grown man, nigga fo' real
It's mine (mine) cause I'ma spend it
Keep my hustle on so I'ma get it
I'm in my own lane, nigga pay tolls
Nigga no change, if anything
Better have mine, 'fore the party stops
Nigga gun range, bop bop bop!
[Krayzie Bone]
Well I'm in the back with a blunt, steady get it in
First to the last of the month, keep 'em comin
Niggaz think I don't smoke weed no mo'
I smell it then I say pass the bong
We're havin a celebration
So gone I don't even know what the occasion is
Can't even remember my name and shit
Man look at what this nigga Game done did
This nigga done made me relapse on a weed track
Put some purp' in the blunt cause I need that
Drink a 40 on my own in the zone
Still I won't get feedback
Know the haters wanna see me, for the love a nigga bustin
so I'm feelin like I'm runnin with the devil
Everybody got the level when a nigga got me ready to roll
And hydro got me ready to blow (blow)
Split that Swisher, roll some mo'
If y'all niggaz ain't know Bone can smoke
Highly highly high, but on the lowly lowly low!
Tell me what they want, a little bit of Bone
with a little bit of Game, still the same
Thugs swang, haters can hate if they want
For me it's still a wonderful day!
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Hit 'em off the top like on the block
It look like he just seen a ghost
Got 100 kids floatin around in my hood
and we goin for broke
Hit the weed and the blunts lil' bro
And roll up some smoke
Get 36 of that O.G.
If it's potent tell 'em run the whole ki'
All my niggaz down in Tha Land gettin that gwap
Hustlin, eatin, gettin no sleep
From Cleveland to Cali we winnin mayne
With Game mayne, we chiefin mayne
It's the first of the month and we yawnin
That's my everyday agenda
Red strings, bigger heaters
Five Thugs-N-Harmony members
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Layzie Bone]
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (yeah!)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (whoa ohhhh)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (woo-hooo!)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (stay high)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (high)
[Layzie Bone]
My life is a movie, it's just like a party
I wake up and roll up and blow on that Maui, wow-wee
Early in the morning the room is still cloudy
All night long my Thugs is just rowdy
All we do it for a celebration
We celebrate life in the fast lane
And never we hesitate
Only we demonstrate, original cash game
Mix it up with the hash mayne
I might let you hit it but never do ask mayne
That miracle lyrical mari-j-uana my sponser
That's why I don't have pain
L-Burna gon' have thangs, my mission is music
(Foe Tha Love of Tha Money)
Always reppin that Eazy-E
Cause what he gave me you can't take that from me
B-O-N-E, to the T-H-U-G, to the G-A-M-E
Got the game on lock
Lock lock lock lock but rock, it don't stop
Party over here, better call the cops cause it's hot
The buddah keep penetratin
We celebratin, real niggaz made it
No longer me needin me hair braided
Just (Chiefin in my Wahoo) faded, faded!
[Bizzy Bone]
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
Out of my khakis, out of my Gucci
And I'm gonna roll somethin when I roll
When I roll that ooh-wee, hey
Let me put it back, gotta love that
Put it out? Fuck that
Little Henny on the side in the ride
Better make it alright, not much time lookin back
Better handle my business here
Puff puff, pass, and my last
Gotta leave a little baggy in the air
Gotta put a little love in the glass
My legendary level-headed peers
Grab a buckle when I buck 'em with a beer
Sellin dope from the back of the stairs
That's when it was Clair (Clair, Clair)
But thanks to Game and this life
to keep hip-hop alive for the ones alive
And even my niggaz that's dead and gone
Every time in smoke and it's like them niggaz still live on
Hustlin, I still do it
Celebrate and elevate your mind
Little Bizzy gotta keep it movin
Everybody on the first still high (high, high, high)
[Interlude: The Game (Chris Brown)]
"Jesus Piece," December 11th
We celebratin the birth, death
and the resurrection of Black Jesus
But until then (put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt)
Yeah, Breezy! (yeah)
[Chorus]
[Outro: The Game]
Put the purp' in the bluuuuuuuunt
Do It To You lyrics - The Game (feat. Trey Songz)
[Intro - The Game:]
Cool and Dre
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
We was fucking all night, she ain't complain one time
Know that pussy swole up, but she said that it was fine
So I dove in it
Right stroke, left stroke, dick swole in it
No other dick can fit, left a dick mould in it
I make the pussy say, Aah cause it's no limit
Put my key in her garage, put the whole Rolls in it
Wraith, love the way you give a nigga face
Love the way that bitch say, Trey, Trey
[Chorus - Trey Songz:]
You know I'm a cold nigga
Pussy got me high, but she keep it on the low, nigga
Inspiration to the broke niggas
Middle finger to the gold-diggers
Give it to her like, Aah
About my business, baby, bet I put your ass to work
Then once I hit it, baby, I'm a make that pussy squirt
And I know your Trey bitch, but it's okay for me to flirt, let's go
[Verse 2 - The Game:]
Two cups, XO, one Wraith
Two seats, your face, my lap, baby
You gotta stay away from niggas that be on
I just wanna fuck, then I pro'ly leave you lone
Get back to this pimp shit that I'm on
Three bitches at a time, let em all blow my mind
And I'm a make that pussy mine
I be staring at the pussy like, Damn, that pussy fine
I ain't looking at your face til it's running down your make-up
[Pre-hook - The Game:]
I'm a do it to you, I'm a do it to you
Ass down, face up, I can't be faithful, no, I can't be loyal
If you looking for commitment, then this dick ain't for you
But you know for sure
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - The Game:]
Plus I got more bitches than this nigga do
More hoes than August and it's only July
And why would dude lie? More hoes than Chris
More hoes than R. Kelly, I put that on my piss
And, no, it ain't a diss if I ain't talking bout Karrueche
I put this Roman candle all in your coochie
She acting bougie, but she ride it like a hoopty
And if you come around, you already know that
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
Cool and Dre
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
We was fucking all night, she ain't complain one time
Know that pussy swole up, but she said that it was fine
So I dove in it
Right stroke, left stroke, dick swole in it
No other dick can fit, left a dick mould in it
I make the pussy say, Aah cause it's no limit
Put my key in her garage, put the whole Rolls in it
Wraith, love the way you give a nigga face
Love the way that bitch say, Trey, Trey
[Chorus - Trey Songz:]
You know I'm a cold nigga
Pussy got me high, but she keep it on the low, nigga
Inspiration to the broke niggas
Middle finger to the gold-diggers
Give it to her like, Aah
About my business, baby, bet I put your ass to work
Then once I hit it, baby, I'm a make that pussy squirt
And I know your Trey bitch, but it's okay for me to flirt, let's go
[Verse 2 - The Game:]
Two cups, XO, one Wraith
Two seats, your face, my lap, baby
You gotta stay away from niggas that be on
I just wanna fuck, then I pro'ly leave you lone
Get back to this pimp shit that I'm on
Three bitches at a time, let em all blow my mind
And I'm a make that pussy mine
I be staring at the pussy like, Damn, that pussy fine
I ain't looking at your face til it's running down your make-up
[Pre-hook - The Game:]
I'm a do it to you, I'm a do it to you
Ass down, face up, I can't be faithful, no, I can't be loyal
If you looking for commitment, then this dick ain't for you
But you know for sure
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - The Game:]
Plus I got more bitches than this nigga do
More hoes than August and it's only July
And why would dude lie? More hoes than Chris
More hoes than R. Kelly, I put that on my piss
And, no, it ain't a diss if I ain't talking bout Karrueche
I put this Roman candle all in your coochie
She acting bougie, but she ride it like a hoopty
And if you come around, you already know that
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
Don't Shoot lyrics - The Game (feat. Rick Ross, 2 Chainz, Diddy, Fabolous, Wale, DJ Khaled, Swizz Beatz, Yo Gotti, Curren$y, Problem, King Pharaoh & TGT)
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Our Lord, grant us good in this world
And good in the life, to come keep us safe from the torment of the fire
As we keep our hands up high and scream for justice
Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown and all the young soldiers out there
God help us
[Hook: TGT]
Time to take a stand and save our future
Like we all got shot, we all got shot
Throwin up our hands don't let them shoot us
Cause we all we got, we all we got
God ain't put us on the Earth to get murdered, it's murder
God ain't put us on the Earth to get murdered, it's murder
Don't point your weapons at me
[Verse 1: Game]
Seen the pictures, feel the pain, scandalous how they murder son
Tired of them killing us, I'm on my way to Ferguson
Talked to TIP, I talked to Diddy, them my brothers walking with me
Mothers crying stop the riots, we ain't got to chalk the city
I seen Cole out there, thought I should go out there
They left that boy for hours in the cold out there
They killin' teens, they killin' dreams (It's murder)
[Verse 2: Diddy]
Yo, come on we gotta stick together, we all we got
Police taking shots and I ain't talkin' bout Ciroc
I'm talking bout Emmett Till, I'm talking bout Ezell Ford
I'm talking bout Sean Bell, they never go to jail for
Trayvon over Skittles, Mike Brown Cigarillos
History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental
America's a glass house and my revenge is mental
Rather use my brain than throw a cocktail through a window
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I got the keys to the city still we left in the cold
Hands in the sky, still was left in the road
Ribbon in the sky, Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in the night
Now we throwing Molotovs in this holocaust
And I know they hate to hear me screaming, 'I'm a Boss!'
[Hook]
[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Tired of the okie-dokie, lying you Pinocchio
Driving while black, tell me, where am I supposed to go?
Gun shots hit the car, now I got the holy ghost
If excessive force was a drug, then they overdosed
Got us tryna protest, it's a slow process
Heard it's a lot of rotten eggs in the crow's nest
People praying on they feet, police holding on they heat
Turned on the news and seen a tank rolling down the street
[Verse 5: Fabolous]
Yeah, I seen a lot of ice water tossed, and I know it's for a cause
My only question is, what we doing for the loss
Of Mike Brown? Cause right now, I challenge you to use your talents to
Speak up, and don't you ever let them silence you
Cause action speaks louder than words, that's what I heard
Shot down with his hands up, that's what occurred
Man that sound absurd
Matter fact to me that sound like murder
We want justice
[Verse 6: Yo Gotti]
Ay yo Game, I had a crib out there, I used to live out there
So I know how niggas feel out there
People stressing, protesting, unity is a blessing
So it's time we come together, use our voice as a weapon
I am Michael Brown, cause I stand for what he stand for
News say we're looting, paint pictures like we some animals
On my NWA CMG
Holl'in' "Rest in peace Eazy and fuck the police"
[Verse 7: Wale]
Heard another brother slain up in St. Louis
Sure the mother feel the pain, but what you famous doing?
I’m sure the general population trying to be more active
But when the light finally catches you, you ice challenge
Okay, and I support the ALS just like the rest of them
But you have yet to pay your debt, so you just flexing then
Cause everybody care for a minute, then stop
People only there for a minute, then stop
And what's the point of giving if you ain't giving your all?
We never getting ahead, might as well give up your heart
[Bridge: TGT, King Pharaoh (Swizz Beatz)]
Where does it end?
I got my hands up, what else am i supposed to do?
(Rest in peace to Mike Brown)
Where does it end?
(And all the other warring soldiers)
Tell me, where's the love for everything we're going through?
(That will not be on the news or televised, ah)
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me
Hope that God can save us
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me
(As we lead in peace)
[Verse 8: Swizz Beatz]
Martin Luther King had a dream!
But they ain't respecting Jesse up out here
And they don't really respect Obama out here
Lights out, go dark it's like a nightmare
How the fuck you play the game, but they ain't playing fair
It's going down, armageddon right here
Right now, not on TV, but right here
Put your flags in the air if you don't really care (Wave it)
We need justice, yeah, we need justice here
[Verse 9: Curren$y]
I heard he surrendered but we all saw how they did him
Television broadcasts, a confused country
I'm a resident of a nation that don't want me
What's done is done, the town erupts in fury
And I'm already hearing bout this lopsided jury
Three faces like his, the rest another story
A lot of motherfuckers need to act more worried
[Verse 10: Problem]
The revolution has been televised
If I sit here and do don't do nothing, homie, that's genocide
Fuck that, we have arrived!
And who cares who ain't on our side cause we on our own
How do you preach peace to a family that just lost they own?
My brodie Game just banged my line like "We gotta do something"
All that marching and that peace ain't gonna fucking do nothing
Fuck it, my moms, sorry, I'm ready to rage
The police done let the animals out of the cage, oh lord it's
[Hook]
[Outro: Game]
Stand up
Our Lord, grant us good in this world
And good in the life, to come keep us safe from the torment of the fire
As we keep our hands up high and scream for justice
Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown and all the young soldiers out there
God help us
[Hook: TGT]
Time to take a stand and save our future
Like we all got shot, we all got shot
Throwin up our hands don't let them shoot us
Cause we all we got, we all we got
God ain't put us on the Earth to get murdered, it's murder
God ain't put us on the Earth to get murdered, it's murder
Don't point your weapons at me
[Verse 1: Game]
Seen the pictures, feel the pain, scandalous how they murder son
Tired of them killing us, I'm on my way to Ferguson
Talked to TIP, I talked to Diddy, them my brothers walking with me
Mothers crying stop the riots, we ain't got to chalk the city
I seen Cole out there, thought I should go out there
They left that boy for hours in the cold out there
They killin' teens, they killin' dreams (It's murder)
[Verse 2: Diddy]
Yo, come on we gotta stick together, we all we got
Police taking shots and I ain't talkin' bout Ciroc
I'm talking bout Emmett Till, I'm talking bout Ezell Ford
I'm talking bout Sean Bell, they never go to jail for
Trayvon over Skittles, Mike Brown Cigarillos
History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental
America's a glass house and my revenge is mental
Rather use my brain than throw a cocktail through a window
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I got the keys to the city still we left in the cold
Hands in the sky, still was left in the road
Ribbon in the sky, Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in the night
Now we throwing Molotovs in this holocaust
And I know they hate to hear me screaming, 'I'm a Boss!'
[Hook]
[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Tired of the okie-dokie, lying you Pinocchio
Driving while black, tell me, where am I supposed to go?
Gun shots hit the car, now I got the holy ghost
If excessive force was a drug, then they overdosed
Got us tryna protest, it's a slow process
Heard it's a lot of rotten eggs in the crow's nest
People praying on they feet, police holding on they heat
Turned on the news and seen a tank rolling down the street
[Verse 5: Fabolous]
Yeah, I seen a lot of ice water tossed, and I know it's for a cause
My only question is, what we doing for the loss
Of Mike Brown? Cause right now, I challenge you to use your talents to
Speak up, and don't you ever let them silence you
Cause action speaks louder than words, that's what I heard
Shot down with his hands up, that's what occurred
Man that sound absurd
Matter fact to me that sound like murder
We want justice
[Verse 6: Yo Gotti]
Ay yo Game, I had a crib out there, I used to live out there
So I know how niggas feel out there
People stressing, protesting, unity is a blessing
So it's time we come together, use our voice as a weapon
I am Michael Brown, cause I stand for what he stand for
News say we're looting, paint pictures like we some animals
On my NWA CMG
Holl'in' "Rest in peace Eazy and fuck the police"
[Verse 7: Wale]
Heard another brother slain up in St. Louis
Sure the mother feel the pain, but what you famous doing?
I’m sure the general population trying to be more active
But when the light finally catches you, you ice challenge
Okay, and I support the ALS just like the rest of them
But you have yet to pay your debt, so you just flexing then
Cause everybody care for a minute, then stop
People only there for a minute, then stop
And what's the point of giving if you ain't giving your all?
We never getting ahead, might as well give up your heart
[Bridge: TGT, King Pharaoh (Swizz Beatz)]
Where does it end?
I got my hands up, what else am i supposed to do?
(Rest in peace to Mike Brown)
Where does it end?
(And all the other warring soldiers)
Tell me, where's the love for everything we're going through?
(That will not be on the news or televised, ah)
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me
Hope that God can save us
Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me
(As we lead in peace)
[Verse 8: Swizz Beatz]
Martin Luther King had a dream!
But they ain't respecting Jesse up out here
And they don't really respect Obama out here
Lights out, go dark it's like a nightmare
How the fuck you play the game, but they ain't playing fair
It's going down, armageddon right here
Right now, not on TV, but right here
Put your flags in the air if you don't really care (Wave it)
We need justice, yeah, we need justice here
[Verse 9: Curren$y]
I heard he surrendered but we all saw how they did him
Television broadcasts, a confused country
I'm a resident of a nation that don't want me
What's done is done, the town erupts in fury
And I'm already hearing bout this lopsided jury
Three faces like his, the rest another story
A lot of motherfuckers need to act more worried
[Verse 10: Problem]
The revolution has been televised
If I sit here and do don't do nothing, homie, that's genocide
Fuck that, we have arrived!
And who cares who ain't on our side cause we on our own
How do you preach peace to a family that just lost they own?
My brodie Game just banged my line like "We gotta do something"
All that marching and that peace ain't gonna fucking do nothing
Fuck it, my moms, sorry, I'm ready to rage
The police done let the animals out of the cage, oh lord it's
[Hook]
[Outro: Game]
Stand up
Ecstasy lyrics - The Game
[Intro:]
Yo where the fuck else you think you'll hear this exclusive.
From start from scratch. (Hold me down Skee)
To umm... (chuckles)
There go that sample again.
I feel like the rap shit is following me man.
Cool and Dre! Y'all my niggas man, for life man.
I tell y'all niggas like I tell Busta man.
I love you nigga.
Real recognize real, I mean, game recognize game (Hiccups)
You know what it is.
Goddamn you Don Julio.
[Verse 1:]
That bitch fine. What you think?
Get that hoe drunk drop a blue pill in her drink.
Or should I give her a green one like Em gave me.
Shit had me in Detroit feeling like Jay-Z.
Looked in the mirror, my lips and my nose was big.
And my girl walked by wit a gold wig dancing like Beyonce.
I must be dreaming.
Spot on my sweatsuit, it must be semen.
Cuz I jack off, every time I think of Beyonce.
She took the wig off now she look like Kanye's...ex chick.
I swear nigga when I get sober I ain't fucking wit this X shit.
It makes me wanna sing like T-Pain.
Make me wanna pierce my lip like Lil' Wayne.
Make me wanna fuck yo bitch, like LUDA!
Don't worry about me man.
[Chorus:]
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.
[Verse 2:]
Lemme tell you why I'm fucked up.
My moms and my pops had dumb luck.
See she was 18, wanted to fuck wit that nigga.
Pops sold heroin so he was that nigga.
Carry the .45, and he bust that trigger.
Ain't nobody in Compton touch that nigga.
But that was back then, so fuck that nigga.
My childhood weren't shit, so fuck that nigga.
I been shot, been to jail. Rode around Compton on spreewells.
Moved to the 'hood and still choke yo ass out like Sprewell.
Still crack distribute, what you want nigga?
Wholesale, retail.
I know you faggot ass cops on detail.
Look at 'em tryna hack into my gmail.
All they found was old Dr. Dre beats, well.
[Chorus:]
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.
[Verse 3:]
Like the vodka.
But when I'm fucking wit Diddy, I'm Ciroc'ing.
I take a back wood, gut it out.
See a picture of Halle Berry I cut it out.
Yeah nigga she fine! But not like she was in Boomerang.
Now she (OK) like OJ and Gucci Mane.
And like them I was rapping and trapping.
Kept half a brick in the back of my momma Acura.
Gimme a test. Hit the question.
How many O's in a brick I ace that shit.
Brick come through the door, taste that shit.
Chop it, bag it, let 'em free base that shit.
She ain't tryna fuck I Ma$e that bitch.
Take her cosmo, and lace that shit.
I get pussy for free I aint take that shit.
I don't know if I rate that bitch.
[Chorus:]
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.
Yo where the fuck else you think you'll hear this exclusive.
From start from scratch. (Hold me down Skee)
To umm... (chuckles)
There go that sample again.
I feel like the rap shit is following me man.
Cool and Dre! Y'all my niggas man, for life man.
I tell y'all niggas like I tell Busta man.
I love you nigga.
Real recognize real, I mean, game recognize game (Hiccups)
You know what it is.
Goddamn you Don Julio.
[Verse 1:]
That bitch fine. What you think?
Get that hoe drunk drop a blue pill in her drink.
Or should I give her a green one like Em gave me.
Shit had me in Detroit feeling like Jay-Z.
Looked in the mirror, my lips and my nose was big.
And my girl walked by wit a gold wig dancing like Beyonce.
I must be dreaming.
Spot on my sweatsuit, it must be semen.
Cuz I jack off, every time I think of Beyonce.
She took the wig off now she look like Kanye's...ex chick.
I swear nigga when I get sober I ain't fucking wit this X shit.
It makes me wanna sing like T-Pain.
Make me wanna pierce my lip like Lil' Wayne.
Make me wanna fuck yo bitch, like LUDA!
Don't worry about me man.
[Chorus:]
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.
[Verse 2:]
Lemme tell you why I'm fucked up.
My moms and my pops had dumb luck.
See she was 18, wanted to fuck wit that nigga.
Pops sold heroin so he was that nigga.
Carry the .45, and he bust that trigger.
Ain't nobody in Compton touch that nigga.
But that was back then, so fuck that nigga.
My childhood weren't shit, so fuck that nigga.
I been shot, been to jail. Rode around Compton on spreewells.
Moved to the 'hood and still choke yo ass out like Sprewell.
Still crack distribute, what you want nigga?
Wholesale, retail.
I know you faggot ass cops on detail.
Look at 'em tryna hack into my gmail.
All they found was old Dr. Dre beats, well.
[Chorus:]
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.
[Verse 3:]
Like the vodka.
But when I'm fucking wit Diddy, I'm Ciroc'ing.
I take a back wood, gut it out.
See a picture of Halle Berry I cut it out.
Yeah nigga she fine! But not like she was in Boomerang.
Now she (OK) like OJ and Gucci Mane.
And like them I was rapping and trapping.
Kept half a brick in the back of my momma Acura.
Gimme a test. Hit the question.
How many O's in a brick I ace that shit.
Brick come through the door, taste that shit.
Chop it, bag it, let 'em free base that shit.
She ain't tryna fuck I Ma$e that bitch.
Take her cosmo, and lace that shit.
I get pussy for free I aint take that shit.
I don't know if I rate that bitch.
[Chorus:]
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.
Everybody On The Floor lyrics - The Game (feat. Migos)
[Chorus - Quavo:]
Fuck up some money some more
I'm all in the club with your ho
Bad bitches on the pole
All this money on the floor
Money, everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Fuck up some money some more
I'm all in the club with your ho
Bad bitches on the pole
50 thousand on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Quavo yeah, it's Migos and Game in the club, nigga
Order up a whole dub, nigga, if you're broke I can't fuck with yah
No way broke nigga, only real niggas in my section
Thank the Lord for my blessings, I'm dripping dab, salad dressing
When I'm in LA I feel like Blake Griffin
Shout out to my trap, niggas in the kitchen
You came in with your bitch, now you say she missing where?
QC the label and we independent, Quavo the lieutenant
Look up in the air, it's a money shower
Look down at my Rollie, can't tell the hour
My diamonds so wet, think I need a towel
I'm trapping a bomb like the Twin Towers
When you get money, it come with the power
Young nigga came from having the sour, 3 hoes in the shower
Beat it, I kill it, call me Michael Myers
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Fuck up some money some more
In the club spilling Actavis all on my Louboutin toe
Young Rich Nation that's the clothing
Young nigga run up a check like Usain Bolt
My wrist spinning in the pot like a merry go
I got the game in the walls of Jericho
You niggas rookies and I'm a professional
Now roll up a Backwood and stuff it with cookie dough
Hop out that Bentley, I'm rich
And diamonds dancing soon as a nigga hit the door
Show out the money like a coin toss
I bet the bitches going to hit the floor
My niggas, their thots and they like chico
Went to Puerto Rico, plug name Rico
It's my way, my nigga, but no Carlito
Niggas try to bite the swag and I'm a take it back like repo
We put that flow in the industry
You niggas know and you better remember me
I hear y'all bitch ass niggas gossiping
Just call me Elmo cause y'all niggas tickle me
All these diamonds look refrigerated
It costs 30 thousand just to look at me
Drinking Actavis, I put a pint off in a can, now we call that oil sheen
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Game:]
Used to get my chickens from Tijuana so I been fucking with amigos
Yeah nigga it's killing season, I'm paid in full, I'm rico
They tryna hit me with the R.I.C.O, but I'm lowkey with them kilos
That 8-Ball fat as Cee-Lo til they barged in like Chico
They ain't find shit but Nemo, had to take a break like free throws
You ain't get your dick sucked today, that's no neck, Benzino
Left eye in that peephole, got me sipping all on this Clicquot
Niggas sell they put the Glock nine in your ego
Yeah I grew up whipping the baking soda
Had to shave an onion just to make my quota
I was playing ball, knocked out a cop
Can't talk about it cause the case is open
Business a game til the rape is open
Two desert Eagles, that's chain smoking
Yeah, niggas bark like niggas hard
But wanna sue a nigga when his face swollen
On my own I'm too legit, Maserati with the kick
I got 20-20 vision, I see diamonds on my wrist
I see mami with the shit, and she pop it while she strip
Everybody taking shots, I'm too caught up on a strip, nigga
[Chorus]
Fuck up some money some more
I'm all in the club with your ho
Bad bitches on the pole
All this money on the floor
Money, everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Fuck up some money some more
I'm all in the club with your ho
Bad bitches on the pole
50 thousand on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Quavo yeah, it's Migos and Game in the club, nigga
Order up a whole dub, nigga, if you're broke I can't fuck with yah
No way broke nigga, only real niggas in my section
Thank the Lord for my blessings, I'm dripping dab, salad dressing
When I'm in LA I feel like Blake Griffin
Shout out to my trap, niggas in the kitchen
You came in with your bitch, now you say she missing where?
QC the label and we independent, Quavo the lieutenant
Look up in the air, it's a money shower
Look down at my Rollie, can't tell the hour
My diamonds so wet, think I need a towel
I'm trapping a bomb like the Twin Towers
When you get money, it come with the power
Young nigga came from having the sour, 3 hoes in the shower
Beat it, I kill it, call me Michael Myers
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Fuck up some money some more
In the club spilling Actavis all on my Louboutin toe
Young Rich Nation that's the clothing
Young nigga run up a check like Usain Bolt
My wrist spinning in the pot like a merry go
I got the game in the walls of Jericho
You niggas rookies and I'm a professional
Now roll up a Backwood and stuff it with cookie dough
Hop out that Bentley, I'm rich
And diamonds dancing soon as a nigga hit the door
Show out the money like a coin toss
I bet the bitches going to hit the floor
My niggas, their thots and they like chico
Went to Puerto Rico, plug name Rico
It's my way, my nigga, but no Carlito
Niggas try to bite the swag and I'm a take it back like repo
We put that flow in the industry
You niggas know and you better remember me
I hear y'all bitch ass niggas gossiping
Just call me Elmo cause y'all niggas tickle me
All these diamonds look refrigerated
It costs 30 thousand just to look at me
Drinking Actavis, I put a pint off in a can, now we call that oil sheen
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Game:]
Used to get my chickens from Tijuana so I been fucking with amigos
Yeah nigga it's killing season, I'm paid in full, I'm rico
They tryna hit me with the R.I.C.O, but I'm lowkey with them kilos
That 8-Ball fat as Cee-Lo til they barged in like Chico
They ain't find shit but Nemo, had to take a break like free throws
You ain't get your dick sucked today, that's no neck, Benzino
Left eye in that peephole, got me sipping all on this Clicquot
Niggas sell they put the Glock nine in your ego
Yeah I grew up whipping the baking soda
Had to shave an onion just to make my quota
I was playing ball, knocked out a cop
Can't talk about it cause the case is open
Business a game til the rape is open
Two desert Eagles, that's chain smoking
Yeah, niggas bark like niggas hard
But wanna sue a nigga when his face swollen
On my own I'm too legit, Maserati with the kick
I got 20-20 vision, I see diamonds on my wrist
I see mami with the shit, and she pop it while she strip
Everybody taking shots, I'm too caught up on a strip, nigga
[Chorus]
How We Do lyrics - The Game (feat. 50 Cent)
[Hook x2 - 50 Cent:]
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want none, Nigga betta run
When beef is on I'll pop that trunk
Come get some, Pistol grip pump
If a nigga step on my white Air Ones
It's red rum, Ready here I come
Compton unh, Dre found me in the slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have fun
Coke and rum, Got weed on the ton
I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front, in case a nigga wanna stunt
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent:]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade
Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mane, a nigga 's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it girl
You know I'm rockin with the best Tré pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good, cause I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cause shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - The Game:]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on Vogues
Hit one switch mane, that ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it girl
You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)
[Verse 4 - 50 Cent & The Game:]
[50 Cent:]
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the slum
Automatic gun
Fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie it's Game time
[The Game:]
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk
It took two months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggas like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass slumped
Thinkin I'm a punk
Get your fuckin head lumped
Fifty got a - gun
[50 Cent:]
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba - Retta
The dra-ma - setta
Sip Am-a - retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On tracks I'm a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want none, Nigga betta run
When beef is on I'll pop that trunk
Come get some, Pistol grip pump
If a nigga step on my white Air Ones
It's red rum, Ready here I come
Compton unh, Dre found me in the slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have fun
Coke and rum, Got weed on the ton
I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front, in case a nigga wanna stunt
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent:]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade
Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mane, a nigga 's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it girl
You know I'm rockin with the best Tré pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good, cause I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cause shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - The Game:]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on Vogues
Hit one switch mane, that ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it girl
You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)
[Verse 4 - 50 Cent & The Game:]
[50 Cent:]
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the slum
Automatic gun
Fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie it's Game time
[The Game:]
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk
It took two months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggas like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass slumped
Thinkin I'm a punk
Get your fuckin head lumped
Fifty got a - gun
[50 Cent:]
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba - Retta
The dra-ma - setta
Sip Am-a - retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On tracks I'm a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
I Like Girls lyrics - The Game (feat. Tyga, Red Cafe)
[Chorus - Tyga]
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin' on her, she dancin' on me
It feels so good, I'll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
[Game]
I like girls that wear shoes with the red bottom
dont stop walkin' in 'em, haters still talkin' 'bout 'em
I like girls, other girls call her bitch
cause she always poppin' tags
and her shoes match the bag
and the bag match the whip
same color as the lips
and the paint got a gloss
like the chap stick
and the chapstick sticky just like the mary jane
its the last one to Paris
Puff we can run a train
cuz I wake up with sex on a plane
sippin' sex on a beach, havin' sex on a plane
Game, she callin' my name
but I dont know her
nigga I dont know 1st
nigga I'm from California all I know is birds
have you ever rolled down in freeways? no chauffeur
just Libras, Capricorns and Leos
girls they like me-o
girls they like me OH!
[Chorus - Tyga]
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin' on her, she dancin' on me
It feels so good, I'll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
[Red Cafe]
Girls, girls love me
it'd be 3 of them and just me
6 more for Game and Puffy
I'm a boss so I fuck for free
yea everywhere I goes topless hoes be
and all my girls like girls like Rosie
uh, birthday suit they gettin posey
and I dont claim nobody they all chose me
call 911 she lost her Capris
I made her cum fast like we ordered Japanese
My tight girl got a Louie Vuitton fettish
I hit her back and forth with Game, we playin' tennis
[Chorus - Tyga]
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin' on her, she dancin' on me
It feels so good, I'll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
[Tyga]
Its funny when bitches be runnin' around actin' silly
now they wanna show me titty, cuz I'm partying with Diddy now
money aint a thing you could ask my nigga Game
LA still the same but these hoes, done change
champagne bottles in both hands
Rose dont spill the whole thang
girls swallow, blow like Chicago
nigga get mad, uh, gun, throat, hollow
dummy, aint nothin' young but the money
got plenty girls you could take some from me
Ice in the bucket, keep the drinks comin'
all the girls love me love me
they love me, especially...
[Chorus - Tyga]
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin' on her, she dancin' on me
It feels so good, I'll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin' on her, she dancin' on me
It feels so good, I'll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
[Game]
I like girls that wear shoes with the red bottom
dont stop walkin' in 'em, haters still talkin' 'bout 'em
I like girls, other girls call her bitch
cause she always poppin' tags
and her shoes match the bag
and the bag match the whip
same color as the lips
and the paint got a gloss
like the chap stick
and the chapstick sticky just like the mary jane
its the last one to Paris
Puff we can run a train
cuz I wake up with sex on a plane
sippin' sex on a beach, havin' sex on a plane
Game, she callin' my name
but I dont know her
nigga I dont know 1st
nigga I'm from California all I know is birds
have you ever rolled down in freeways? no chauffeur
just Libras, Capricorns and Leos
girls they like me-o
girls they like me OH!
[Chorus - Tyga]
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin' on her, she dancin' on me
It feels so good, I'll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
[Red Cafe]
Girls, girls love me
it'd be 3 of them and just me
6 more for Game and Puffy
I'm a boss so I fuck for free
yea everywhere I goes topless hoes be
and all my girls like girls like Rosie
uh, birthday suit they gettin posey
and I dont claim nobody they all chose me
call 911 she lost her Capris
I made her cum fast like we ordered Japanese
My tight girl got a Louie Vuitton fettish
I hit her back and forth with Game, we playin' tennis
[Chorus - Tyga]
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin' on her, she dancin' on me
It feels so good, I'll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
[Tyga]
Its funny when bitches be runnin' around actin' silly
now they wanna show me titty, cuz I'm partying with Diddy now
money aint a thing you could ask my nigga Game
LA still the same but these hoes, done change
champagne bottles in both hands
Rose dont spill the whole thang
girls swallow, blow like Chicago
nigga get mad, uh, gun, throat, hollow
dummy, aint nothin' young but the money
got plenty girls you could take some from me
Ice in the bucket, keep the drinks comin'
all the girls love me love me
they love me, especially...
[Chorus - Tyga]
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin' on her, she dancin' on me
It feels so good, I'll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
Judas' Closet lyrics - The Game (feat. Nipsey Hussle)
[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:]
[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:]
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