[Intro - Tyga:]
Shorty got the best head ever (got damn, for you, got damn)
Shorty got the best head ever
And I can tell that you on your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
I'm fucking with you, I'm fucking with you
[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Ain't nothing to a man, scale on a digit
When I do it gotta do it way different
No shit like 1-9 trippin'
Never had a cab in my city
Bitches all in my air, you fucking with me
Cause ain't shit realer
Crazy on my line, run the game like Pepe
Young nigga gotta get it
She know she can get it
But I be fucking with her cold, want a slick thim A1
Get my young day gone, shots of that Patron
Henny had me all gone, tell them bitches come get some
It ain't fun if the homies can't get none
Tell her relax and pour more up and don't throw up
Or ride dolo and get no dough, you know what
Bro, I got a lot of dough and I can make you my money ho
[Hook - Tyga:]
Shorty got the best head ever
And I can tell that you on your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
You know I'm fucking with you
I let you know I'm fucking with you
Shorty got the best head ever
And you just wanna play, make your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
I let you know I'm fucking with you, I'm fucking with you
[Verse 2 - Game:]
I got a bitch named Superhead, she give super head
Just moved in the building, even gave the super head
I got big guns, that's bitch super legs
So play Superman and we gon' play moving chairs
Off with your head, nigga, you don't really want it
Blood Money, Last Kings, that bullshit we on it
That long bread we got it, that Rolls Royce we in it
The bitches we got bad so no cars get tinted
No cars get rented, got the Masi' all Schmurda'd out
La Familia, the clique that you heard about
20 bottles, nigga, couple million follow, nigga
Red rag, gold chain, bet your girl swallow, nigga
Ciroc to the head, she gon murder the whole case
Pass her the Hookah cause he gon' puff like the old Mase
Make a nigga wanna empty out the whole safe
Nutting on her whole face, swear to God
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Eric Billinger:]
I don't know what you call that
When you make my toes curl and my eyes roll back
Keep doing it to me, just keep doing it to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby girl, tell your nigga fall back
You already on your knees so I let you crawl back
After giving to me
He ain't gotta know you giving it to me
So when you leave her stop at the 7/11, get some Listerine strips
Sucking the jewels, I'mma crown you on your queen shit
Killing it, baby
Make a nigga wanting to spilling it, baby
Yeah, yeah, oh, she got the best head ever
Shorty got the best head ever, best head ever
[Hook]
Or Nah lyrics - The Game (feat. Too $hort, Eric Bellinger, Problem, King Marie, Compton AV)
[Intro - Too $hort:]
Don't fight the feelin'
That's right, don't fight the feelin'
[Interlude - The Game:]
Say, my life is like a movie, nigga, fuckin' every day
Fuckin' every day, nigga, fuckin' every day
Say, my life is like a movie, nigga, fuckin' every day
Missionary, doggy style, nigga, fuckin' every way, go
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
I'm not the nigga you thought that
That trickin', we off that, I hit that, no fallback
She ratchet, I like it, I hold it, she bite it
She lick it and suck it, I fuck it, he wife it
No feelings for a ho that ain't my main thing
My niggas on the same thing, all my niggas gang bang
Bitches do choke, this is my boo
Two C's on that bag but she throw a Piru
And we off that Cîroc, she don't mind it I do
Her girlfriend a thot, tell her hop in my coupé
Tell her hop in my bed, tell her hop off my roof
My baby-mama trippin' and that bitch can shoot but
[Hook - The Game:]
You gon' let me hit or nah?
[King Marie:]
"Can I get the dick or nah?"
You gon' let me watch you strip or nah?
[King Marie:]
"Can a bitch get a fit or nah?"
[Bridge - Eric Bellinger:]
Girl, once you get it, you got it forever
Oh, nah, so let me hit it
Girl, once you get it, you got it forever
Oh, girl, so let me hit it
[Verse 2 - Eric Bellinger:]
If you let a nigga come through
I'm give it to you better than you ever had it
Girl, I promise, I'm a be the only thing you want to do
Makin' you forgot about your niggas automatic, you already know
I can fuck you better, can we live together?
[Verse 3 - Problem:]
Bitch a problem, bitch, you better follow me
I give you this dick, you hit the lottery
I know all the stars, astrology
Last deposit fucked up the whole economy
Get that, spent twenty-ten, bitch-nigga
Kush, piff in it, every white string infinite
You different, last night, niggas picturin'
Seven times, had a black chick tryin' white shit
Federline, I'm the future, real beef, I'll shoot you
Walk-walk, no talk-talk, no sub and no woofers
It's on, tell by my tone
Real nigga call, better answer your phone
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Verse 4 - AV:]
You gon' be a nigga's bitch or nah?
You gon' let a nigga hit or nah?
What you sayin', know you're with it so why you playin?
Bitch, you better fuck a rich nigga while you can
I be on one, two C's for the city
I'm on, I got Crip and Blood niggas with me
Wait up, just tell me you with it and let me get it
Baby, you can skip the bullshit and let me hit it
Three pills down, got me rollin' like Nip
Keep playin' games but you know that you a flip, hold up
Bitch, quit playin' and give it up
You gon' let a nigga hit or what? What's up?
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Outro - Too $hort:]
Don't fight it baby
Don't fight the feelin'
You know a nigga tryna fuck
I like that bitch, teah, baby
Your pussy wet? Take them panties off
Don't fight it, let a nigga hit that shit
You like to fuck, all these bitches love fuckin'
Don't fight the feelin'
That's right, don't fight the feelin'
[Interlude - The Game:]
Say, my life is like a movie, nigga, fuckin' every day
Fuckin' every day, nigga, fuckin' every day
Say, my life is like a movie, nigga, fuckin' every day
Missionary, doggy style, nigga, fuckin' every way, go
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
I'm not the nigga you thought that
That trickin', we off that, I hit that, no fallback
She ratchet, I like it, I hold it, she bite it
She lick it and suck it, I fuck it, he wife it
No feelings for a ho that ain't my main thing
My niggas on the same thing, all my niggas gang bang
Bitches do choke, this is my boo
Two C's on that bag but she throw a Piru
And we off that Cîroc, she don't mind it I do
Her girlfriend a thot, tell her hop in my coupé
Tell her hop in my bed, tell her hop off my roof
My baby-mama trippin' and that bitch can shoot but
[Hook - The Game:]
You gon' let me hit or nah?
[King Marie:]
"Can I get the dick or nah?"
You gon' let me watch you strip or nah?
[King Marie:]
"Can a bitch get a fit or nah?"
[Bridge - Eric Bellinger:]
Girl, once you get it, you got it forever
Oh, nah, so let me hit it
Girl, once you get it, you got it forever
Oh, girl, so let me hit it
[Verse 2 - Eric Bellinger:]
If you let a nigga come through
I'm give it to you better than you ever had it
Girl, I promise, I'm a be the only thing you want to do
Makin' you forgot about your niggas automatic, you already know
I can fuck you better, can we live together?
[Verse 3 - Problem:]
Bitch a problem, bitch, you better follow me
I give you this dick, you hit the lottery
I know all the stars, astrology
Last deposit fucked up the whole economy
Get that, spent twenty-ten, bitch-nigga
Kush, piff in it, every white string infinite
You different, last night, niggas picturin'
Seven times, had a black chick tryin' white shit
Federline, I'm the future, real beef, I'll shoot you
Walk-walk, no talk-talk, no sub and no woofers
It's on, tell by my tone
Real nigga call, better answer your phone
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Verse 4 - AV:]
You gon' be a nigga's bitch or nah?
You gon' let a nigga hit or nah?
What you sayin', know you're with it so why you playin?
Bitch, you better fuck a rich nigga while you can
I be on one, two C's for the city
I'm on, I got Crip and Blood niggas with me
Wait up, just tell me you with it and let me get it
Baby, you can skip the bullshit and let me hit it
Three pills down, got me rollin' like Nip
Keep playin' games but you know that you a flip, hold up
Bitch, quit playin' and give it up
You gon' let a nigga hit or what? What's up?
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Outro - Too $hort:]
Don't fight it baby
Don't fight the feelin'
You know a nigga tryna fuck
I like that bitch, teah, baby
Your pussy wet? Take them panties off
Don't fight it, let a nigga hit that shit
You like to fuck, all these bitches love fuckin'
Take That lyrics - The Game (feat. Tyga & Pharaoh Jackson)
[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Yeah, so what they want from a nigga?
Rose on fours, yeah, broad in this bitch ice skating big figures
My day one niggas, weak game bitches
Downing all this hate and you wonder why a nigga trippin'
Enemies distant, you washed up, dry dishes
Versace in my kitchen, my shit different
Hundred grand, bet it on it, caviar with the jet pilot
I land runway, they light it, world united
Gave her this dick, she gon' like it
Just don't bite it and politely
Say she need me like an ID, but I be outtie
Five thousand, gold Audi
[Verse 2 - Pharaoh Jackson:]
You are, you are, you are so special to me
I wanna come home to you, I wanna make love to you
But I gotta get this cheese
Girl, I know you like that
Tell me anything you want and I'mma get that for you
Got me thinking I'mma wife that
Your girls and my niggas know that I ride for you
Ooh, ooh, girl keep shaking them hips for me
Ooh, ooh, girl, keep biting them lips
[Hook - Pharoah Jackson:]
And I just don't wanna waste your time
Don't wanna waste my time
So let them niggas know that you're all mine
You're my wifey
He ain't appreciate so you knew I had to take that
Got a hundred bands on me, yeah
Shake that, girl, I wanna feel your body, yeah
Take that, got a hundred grand on me
Can't fake that, girl, I'm a real OG
[Bridge - Pharoah Jackson:]
Girl, what you want from me?
Oh oh, yeah, work it, get this money
Get this money
Girl, what you want from me?
Oh, I'm coming, be there in a hurry
Hurry, be there in a hurry
[Verse 3 - Pharoah Jackson:]
You can scream if you want to, dream if you want to
Take that Maserati, try the Beam if you want to
Get you a ring cause I want you, you're mine
It ain't nothing that I won't do for you
Leave all these other girls alone just for you
So every night I'm coming home just for you
Ain't nothing more you can prove to me
I love everything that you do to me
Ooh, ooh, girl keep shaking them hips for me
Ooh, ooh, girl, keep biting them lips
[Bridge]
[Outro - Pharoah Jackson:]
Take that, shake that
Take that, can't fake that
Yeah, so what they want from a nigga?
Rose on fours, yeah, broad in this bitch ice skating big figures
My day one niggas, weak game bitches
Downing all this hate and you wonder why a nigga trippin'
Enemies distant, you washed up, dry dishes
Versace in my kitchen, my shit different
Hundred grand, bet it on it, caviar with the jet pilot
I land runway, they light it, world united
Gave her this dick, she gon' like it
Just don't bite it and politely
Say she need me like an ID, but I be outtie
Five thousand, gold Audi
[Verse 2 - Pharaoh Jackson:]
You are, you are, you are so special to me
I wanna come home to you, I wanna make love to you
But I gotta get this cheese
Girl, I know you like that
Tell me anything you want and I'mma get that for you
Got me thinking I'mma wife that
Your girls and my niggas know that I ride for you
Ooh, ooh, girl keep shaking them hips for me
Ooh, ooh, girl, keep biting them lips
[Hook - Pharoah Jackson:]
And I just don't wanna waste your time
Don't wanna waste my time
So let them niggas know that you're all mine
You're my wifey
He ain't appreciate so you knew I had to take that
Got a hundred bands on me, yeah
Shake that, girl, I wanna feel your body, yeah
Take that, got a hundred grand on me
Can't fake that, girl, I'm a real OG
[Bridge - Pharoah Jackson:]
Girl, what you want from me?
Oh oh, yeah, work it, get this money
Get this money
Girl, what you want from me?
Oh, I'm coming, be there in a hurry
Hurry, be there in a hurry
[Verse 3 - Pharoah Jackson:]
You can scream if you want to, dream if you want to
Take that Maserati, try the Beam if you want to
Get you a ring cause I want you, you're mine
It ain't nothing that I won't do for you
Leave all these other girls alone just for you
So every night I'm coming home just for you
Ain't nothing more you can prove to me
I love everything that you do to me
Ooh, ooh, girl keep shaking them hips for me
Ooh, ooh, girl, keep biting them lips
[Bridge]
[Outro - Pharoah Jackson:]
Take that, shake that
Take that, can't fake that
Food For My Stomach lyrics - The Game (feat. Dubb & Skeme)
[Hook - DUBB:]
Beast on the loose and my stomach is rumblin'
These niggas out here is food for my stomach
Get the fuck out the way when the lions is comin'
The elephant's stompin', gorillas is jumpin'
The snakes full of venom, the wolves out and huntin'
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
[Verse 1 - DUBB:]
I sink in my teeth cause these niggas is sweet
Predator to the prey, you should pray for the weak
Spray out Caprices, drive by with the reaper
I hang out the window like I'm an AC
Bodies turn cold after losing your pulse
Turn that dude to a ghost like the homie SP
Yeah, from the LAX with these bars I keep locked
Ain't a prison, I'm free, I can rap in my sleep
Dude on the post with rocks using shots
They come back to your ass like an offensive rebound
Funeral home on the speed dial
When God call your number
Man, trust me, there won't be no re-dial
We out here every day, they acting senile
Year of the wolf, niggas 'bout to hear me out
This beat I'mma wreck while these gorillas beat on their chest
West swing, I'm knocking their trees down
So go in your temple
These niggas is dinner from January all the way to December
Shouldn't have played with my killers
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Skeme:]
Real trill nigga with a hairpin trigger
I’m surrounded by the killers, I just got it like that
Rappers always talking “you ain’t ‘bout it like that"
I went out the hood to get it then I brought it right back
Blood money rider, keep the chopper right beside 'em
F&N fully loaded, that’s for any nigga want it
This sound like I got the shit perfected don’t it?
Grab a cartrige, get to sparkin a targetin like all of my opponents
Raise these haters up off of me
Talk some cash when you talk to me
I ain’t got no love for you if you ain’t getting guwop with me
All my niggas from day one who I’m gon take to the top with me
And this shotty on me, got that boy walkin so awkwardly
I was raised in the wild with them lions and tigers
Nothing but paper excite us, bitch we were born be fighters
And I’m from BME, the G in me won’t let me back down
Underground king without a crown, how I sound?
[Hook]
Beast on the loose and my stomach is rumblin'
These niggas out here is food for my stomach
Get the fuck out the way when the lions is comin'
The elephant's stompin', gorillas is jumpin'
The snakes full of venom, the wolves out and huntin'
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
[Verse 1 - DUBB:]
I sink in my teeth cause these niggas is sweet
Predator to the prey, you should pray for the weak
Spray out Caprices, drive by with the reaper
I hang out the window like I'm an AC
Bodies turn cold after losing your pulse
Turn that dude to a ghost like the homie SP
Yeah, from the LAX with these bars I keep locked
Ain't a prison, I'm free, I can rap in my sleep
Dude on the post with rocks using shots
They come back to your ass like an offensive rebound
Funeral home on the speed dial
When God call your number
Man, trust me, there won't be no re-dial
We out here every day, they acting senile
Year of the wolf, niggas 'bout to hear me out
This beat I'mma wreck while these gorillas beat on their chest
West swing, I'm knocking their trees down
So go in your temple
These niggas is dinner from January all the way to December
Shouldn't have played with my killers
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Skeme:]
Real trill nigga with a hairpin trigger
I’m surrounded by the killers, I just got it like that
Rappers always talking “you ain’t ‘bout it like that"
I went out the hood to get it then I brought it right back
Blood money rider, keep the chopper right beside 'em
F&N fully loaded, that’s for any nigga want it
This sound like I got the shit perfected don’t it?
Grab a cartrige, get to sparkin a targetin like all of my opponents
Raise these haters up off of me
Talk some cash when you talk to me
I ain’t got no love for you if you ain’t getting guwop with me
All my niggas from day one who I’m gon take to the top with me
And this shotty on me, got that boy walkin so awkwardly
I was raised in the wild with them lions and tigers
Nothing but paper excite us, bitch we were born be fighters
And I’m from BME, the G in me won’t let me back down
Underground king without a crown, how I sound?
[Hook]
Hit Em Hard lyrics - The Game (feat. Bobby Shmurda, Freddie Gibbs & Skeme)
[Verse 1 - Game:]
I got a black mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I don't chit chat
My bitch bad, I get racks
That Rolls Royce, come gift-wrapped
Them birds still come shrink-wrapped
I'm not strapped, don't think that
I'm low key with that click clack
That rat a tat tat tat tat
Throw the burner and I'm runnin' home
Niggas stop being loyal when the money gone
Still walk in this bitch, I'm a hundred strong
One chain on my neck, feel like I got a hundred on
Look at my flow on this bitch
Platinum and gold on my wrist
Money, the accountant be countin' it
That's why I'm throwin' this shit
I'm in BK with that SK
Same clothes since yesterday
With that Biggie Smalls on replay
And I ain’t wearing no vest today
I do the Shmoney dance with this mac
You better do it too or get Shmurda’d
I be grilling that beef, I ain’t talkin’ no burgers
I finna be walkin’ like I’m a New Yorker
I let off the K and then I hope in the Uber
It’s never a question that I am the shooter
I empty the clip and lay you in a pool of
Blood, see how he got hit with the Ruger?
Blood, bandana that’s how we be movin’
Blood, swooping from Compton to Brooklyn
And this ain’t the Barclays but niggas be shootin’
[Hook - Bobby Shmurda x2:]
Running niggas down back and forth
I’m like pass the torch
Blast it off
Niggas making bets so who gonna blast him off
First to score
We gon’ hit 'em hard
We gon’ hit 'em all
First to score
We gon’ hit 'em all
We gon’ hit 'em hard
[Verse 2 - Freddie Gibbs:]
Running cocaina back and forth
Copped the bag of salt
E S to the G N
I’m the boss dropped the package off
Coming for the murder, masks is off
Bitch you took a loss
Fuck the DEA we shook ‘em off
Bitch we shook ‘em off
Shook and twist the jars
And dope on my mommas stove top
By the time she came back from church boy
I bet you I had an O stocked
In the middle of the muhfuckin' day, no more yayo, boy I done sold out
Nigga pull up in a mothafuckin’ foreign on forgies that’ll bring them hoes out
Like yeah nigga, niggas keep beggin’, I pull out a pump in this bitch like I’m blizzard
Yeah, empty your pockets, we robbin’, these bitches got all of us trippin’
Nigga, it’s better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission
You catchin’ the hollow, I’m catchin’you slippin', I did it alone, only God as my witness
My nigga got off cause we tied up the witness, and made sure the nigga couldn't show up in court
You know the business, them niggas find out that you snitchin', them niggas gon' be at your throat
Everyday Halloween niggas will go trick or treatin', with two tweny-three at your door
Flippin' a check off this rappin', go back to the trap and put that in the weed and the blow like
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3 - Skeme:]
I just caught a body like a week ago
These hatin' niggas want attention, I don't see 'em though
You talk that gangsta shit, but I just can't believe it bro
We pull up with them shots, knockin' out that European [?]
S to the K to the E-M-E, callin' here EMT after I empted this clip
I sold my dope right on CMT, I'm at the ING, know I'm as weird as it gets
Chuck Taylor told me it's fuck haters, so I say fuck 'em and bury these niggas in pits
Rolley on wrist, no toc or no tic, your girl on my dick, man come get your bitch
Niggas think this a rap now, I might back down and come try your luck
Riders with me be wired up, they ridin' with me till the tyres bust
Haters talkin', but they better cool it, before that nigga Crooked get fired up
Lay you out like my Balmains, you gotta play 'em straight, he get ironed up
Drinkin' lean till I'm high enough, I don't give a fuck about [?] nigga
I ain't squashin' shit, I won't call it off, I just handle mine like a man nigga
I'm on frontline with these bands nigga
Need a chair, I can't stand niggas
We do walk-by's and hop outs
Got slidin' doors on that van nigga
[Hook x2]
I got a black mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I don't chit chat
My bitch bad, I get racks
That Rolls Royce, come gift-wrapped
Them birds still come shrink-wrapped
I'm not strapped, don't think that
I'm low key with that click clack
That rat a tat tat tat tat
Throw the burner and I'm runnin' home
Niggas stop being loyal when the money gone
Still walk in this bitch, I'm a hundred strong
One chain on my neck, feel like I got a hundred on
Look at my flow on this bitch
Platinum and gold on my wrist
Money, the accountant be countin' it
That's why I'm throwin' this shit
I'm in BK with that SK
Same clothes since yesterday
With that Biggie Smalls on replay
And I ain’t wearing no vest today
I do the Shmoney dance with this mac
You better do it too or get Shmurda’d
I be grilling that beef, I ain’t talkin’ no burgers
I finna be walkin’ like I’m a New Yorker
I let off the K and then I hope in the Uber
It’s never a question that I am the shooter
I empty the clip and lay you in a pool of
Blood, see how he got hit with the Ruger?
Blood, bandana that’s how we be movin’
Blood, swooping from Compton to Brooklyn
And this ain’t the Barclays but niggas be shootin’
[Hook - Bobby Shmurda x2:]
Running niggas down back and forth
I’m like pass the torch
Blast it off
Niggas making bets so who gonna blast him off
First to score
We gon’ hit 'em hard
We gon’ hit 'em all
First to score
We gon’ hit 'em all
We gon’ hit 'em hard
[Verse 2 - Freddie Gibbs:]
Running cocaina back and forth
Copped the bag of salt
E S to the G N
I’m the boss dropped the package off
Coming for the murder, masks is off
Bitch you took a loss
Fuck the DEA we shook ‘em off
Bitch we shook ‘em off
Shook and twist the jars
And dope on my mommas stove top
By the time she came back from church boy
I bet you I had an O stocked
In the middle of the muhfuckin' day, no more yayo, boy I done sold out
Nigga pull up in a mothafuckin’ foreign on forgies that’ll bring them hoes out
Like yeah nigga, niggas keep beggin’, I pull out a pump in this bitch like I’m blizzard
Yeah, empty your pockets, we robbin’, these bitches got all of us trippin’
Nigga, it’s better to ask for forgiveness than ask for permission
You catchin’ the hollow, I’m catchin’you slippin', I did it alone, only God as my witness
My nigga got off cause we tied up the witness, and made sure the nigga couldn't show up in court
You know the business, them niggas find out that you snitchin', them niggas gon' be at your throat
Everyday Halloween niggas will go trick or treatin', with two tweny-three at your door
Flippin' a check off this rappin', go back to the trap and put that in the weed and the blow like
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3 - Skeme:]
I just caught a body like a week ago
These hatin' niggas want attention, I don't see 'em though
You talk that gangsta shit, but I just can't believe it bro
We pull up with them shots, knockin' out that European [?]
S to the K to the E-M-E, callin' here EMT after I empted this clip
I sold my dope right on CMT, I'm at the ING, know I'm as weird as it gets
Chuck Taylor told me it's fuck haters, so I say fuck 'em and bury these niggas in pits
Rolley on wrist, no toc or no tic, your girl on my dick, man come get your bitch
Niggas think this a rap now, I might back down and come try your luck
Riders with me be wired up, they ridin' with me till the tyres bust
Haters talkin', but they better cool it, before that nigga Crooked get fired up
Lay you out like my Balmains, you gotta play 'em straight, he get ironed up
Drinkin' lean till I'm high enough, I don't give a fuck about [?] nigga
I ain't squashin' shit, I won't call it off, I just handle mine like a man nigga
I'm on frontline with these bands nigga
Need a chair, I can't stand niggas
We do walk-by's and hop outs
Got slidin' doors on that van nigga
[Hook x2]
Black On Black lyrics - The Game (feat. Young Jeezy & Kevin Gates)
[Intro - Jeezy:]
'Sup, nigga, huh?
You know what this shit is?
Stay down and come up (Damn right)
Street niggas is street niggas alike
It ain't even one way, nigga (Two niggas most)
Stay down and see you come up, nigga, uh
Four songs, nigga (Blood Money, let's go)
[Hook - Jeezy:]
Everythin' wrong, this can't be right
Man, it's so much, this can't be life (Yeah)
Shit get real, man, you can't hold back
(Stay on back, nigga, you gotta do what you gotta do)
If he came back in that black on black
I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
Let me tell you how them real nigga supposed to bounce back
See I never came back in that black on black
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Nigga come through for a nine and a half
I'm a tell him ain't nothin' left
Nigga need an eight, tell him everythin' straight
All they gotta do it wait, tell a nigga I'm a chef
How you think a nigga went and got that race?
Could of went to jail but I bought that case
Lawyer came through, told him it's about time
Jim Carrey to the Rollie, I just switch that switch
Put ten karats on my daughter ear, fuck it
She deserved every rock I done sold out in public
Do anythin' for my Destiny's Child
She a Beyoncé, never be LeToya Luckett
Black on black, checkerboard Louis luggage
On a PJ feelin' like Warren Buffett
With the Minnesota Twins, ain't no Kirby Puckett
Let the shade fear clouds, tell Aaliyah that I love her
Back and forth in a Lear
My grandmother say I never see her
She want me come home on Thanksgivin'
Put on some black on black like here
Black on black to my dear
Black on black in my ear
Black Maserati that I gave to my mama
Right hand to the father, she can't even find the gears
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Jeezy:]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Shit get real, we don't fold up
This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen
At the table, nigga, choppin' my blow up
Said she want to sell more like my father
Same time, had me for a couple dollars
Yeah, I'm 'bout to pull an all nighter
And now I'm 'bout to kill these niggas
So you might not see me 'til tomorrow'
Yeah, like that, then my palms start itchin'
Suede hit the block, then my bong gone missin'
See, I'm 'bout to take me a trip to the other side of town
And I'm goin' there to buy me a chicken
Yeah, I got a nigga in the spot with a nine right now
So, I'm goin' there to sell him a pigeon
My pastor told me that the money is the root of all evil
I said if it is, then I lose my religion
[Bridge - Jeezy:]
If I had to be precise, tell you two things about life
Niggas win everyday, niggas fail every night
I say, "Now, Oprah got a billion dollars
And you know what near her"
Type of shit I tell myself while starin' in the mirror
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Kevin Gates:]
Mayonnaise jaw, straight drop, no whippin'
Electric's off, everything's spoilin' in the fridge
I ain't bathed in a week, house smellin' like pickles
Street showin' no business, still gettin' to the business
Safety pin the zip, break it down, sell nickels
Had to ball him out of jail, blew the money on the bail
Went flat, bounced back from a 30-cent flipper
I don't even know a nigga livin' how I'm livin'
I don't even know how many times I've been to prison
Shit get gangsta, we call Hot Beezle
Bought two things at the third, I wanna appease you
Two-fifty-two on the scale, that's a nina
Eighteen zaps, five hundred-four grams
Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the bag
Real trap talk, keep it real, don't believe you
When you get out of line, swear to God, I'm a leave you
Dicks cut the water 'fore they kick a nigga door
Tried to flush it down the toilet but the dope just float
Tear gas from the cannon
Everybody scramblin', but I ain't never panic
Double homicide, broad day, that's my jacket
Tried to bird feed, cut throat on my jacket
And I take change, I'm a serve when they askin'
Come from out of town, I'm a taste, no relaxin'
[Hook]
[Outro:]
It's okay, Daddy, I'm not scared
I know, baby, the rest of the world is
You ready to go home?
Yes, Daddy
Let's go
Okay
'Sup, nigga, huh?
You know what this shit is?
Stay down and come up (Damn right)
Street niggas is street niggas alike
It ain't even one way, nigga (Two niggas most)
Stay down and see you come up, nigga, uh
Four songs, nigga (Blood Money, let's go)
[Hook - Jeezy:]
Everythin' wrong, this can't be right
Man, it's so much, this can't be life (Yeah)
Shit get real, man, you can't hold back
(Stay on back, nigga, you gotta do what you gotta do)
If he came back in that black on black
I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
I still do it for them niggas with them nicks on nicks
Let me tell you how them real nigga supposed to bounce back
See I never came back in that black on black
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Nigga come through for a nine and a half
I'm a tell him ain't nothin' left
Nigga need an eight, tell him everythin' straight
All they gotta do it wait, tell a nigga I'm a chef
How you think a nigga went and got that race?
Could of went to jail but I bought that case
Lawyer came through, told him it's about time
Jim Carrey to the Rollie, I just switch that switch
Put ten karats on my daughter ear, fuck it
She deserved every rock I done sold out in public
Do anythin' for my Destiny's Child
She a Beyoncé, never be LeToya Luckett
Black on black, checkerboard Louis luggage
On a PJ feelin' like Warren Buffett
With the Minnesota Twins, ain't no Kirby Puckett
Let the shade fear clouds, tell Aaliyah that I love her
Back and forth in a Lear
My grandmother say I never see her
She want me come home on Thanksgivin'
Put on some black on black like here
Black on black to my dear
Black on black in my ear
Black Maserati that I gave to my mama
Right hand to the father, she can't even find the gears
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Jeezy:]
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Shit get real, we don't fold up
This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen
At the table, nigga, choppin' my blow up
Said she want to sell more like my father
Same time, had me for a couple dollars
Yeah, I'm 'bout to pull an all nighter
And now I'm 'bout to kill these niggas
So you might not see me 'til tomorrow'
Yeah, like that, then my palms start itchin'
Suede hit the block, then my bong gone missin'
See, I'm 'bout to take me a trip to the other side of town
And I'm goin' there to buy me a chicken
Yeah, I got a nigga in the spot with a nine right now
So, I'm goin' there to sell him a pigeon
My pastor told me that the money is the root of all evil
I said if it is, then I lose my religion
[Bridge - Jeezy:]
If I had to be precise, tell you two things about life
Niggas win everyday, niggas fail every night
I say, "Now, Oprah got a billion dollars
And you know what near her"
Type of shit I tell myself while starin' in the mirror
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Kevin Gates:]
Mayonnaise jaw, straight drop, no whippin'
Electric's off, everything's spoilin' in the fridge
I ain't bathed in a week, house smellin' like pickles
Street showin' no business, still gettin' to the business
Safety pin the zip, break it down, sell nickels
Had to ball him out of jail, blew the money on the bail
Went flat, bounced back from a 30-cent flipper
I don't even know a nigga livin' how I'm livin'
I don't even know how many times I've been to prison
Shit get gangsta, we call Hot Beezle
Bought two things at the third, I wanna appease you
Two-fifty-two on the scale, that's a nina
Eighteen zaps, five hundred-four grams
Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the bag
Real trap talk, keep it real, don't believe you
When you get out of line, swear to God, I'm a leave you
Dicks cut the water 'fore they kick a nigga door
Tried to flush it down the toilet but the dope just float
Tear gas from the cannon
Everybody scramblin', but I ain't never panic
Double homicide, broad day, that's my jacket
Tried to bird feed, cut throat on my jacket
And I take change, I'm a serve when they askin'
Come from out of town, I'm a taste, no relaxin'
[Hook]
[Outro:]
It's okay, Daddy, I'm not scared
I know, baby, the rest of the world is
You ready to go home?
Yes, Daddy
Let's go
Okay
Mad Flows lyrics - The Game (feat. Skeme)
Uh, yeah, it's that Westside shit
It's for the '99 and the 2000s, nigga
I ain't flyin' with none of you niggas
The new Cash Money
The gang that don't pay, biatch
Right
[Hook:]
I got mad flows, mad flows
The shit that got me mad whores
I get mad more, nigga
I got mad flows, mad flows
The shit that got me mad dough
I get mad more, motherfucker
Black Benzes, windows tinted, no, my shit ain't rented
Inglewood [?] fuck a nigga and his [?]
Hot boy, nigga, make a million while I'm chillin'
I could bet a pretty penny you ain't livin' what you spittin'
Go up where the thugs burnin', see the cash when I'm grinnin'
Montana shit, Medusa head stitched in my linen
Street nigga, no account, your account in my denim
Unless you blind, bitch, it ain't hard to see a nigga winnin'
If I'm talkin' to that ho, then tell that bitch to pay attention
Big business, I use dollar signs to punctuate a sentence
Fuck the law, do it raw, skip the trial and drop the witness
Bein' broke been a joke, ain't shit funny 'bout my digits?
[Hook]
Strap on, get clapped on, nigga, that just be the facts
They say "Me, I don't rap though", got [?]
Got my chopper on, my stack of Os
Then came back with the sack
Man, my Roley, that's goldie, my wrist nicknamed "The Mack"
See, your niggas ho-niggas and that shit they be [?]
Man, my niggas be killers, give a fuck about rap and beats
See, my bitches got bitches, my pimpin' game is sweet
They have you fuck 'em, then duck 'em
Man, get right back in the streets
Bitch, I've been a threat, ghetto intellect, AK and a TEC
Nigga flex, labels sendin' checks, still I'm in a set
Nigga rich, use this Internet, we ain't feel it
Play with me, I'm a play for keeps, all my niggas strapped
[Hook]
This my world now, nigga, you just livin' in it
Cause I got [?] on my face, made my vision different
By any means necessary, no, your nigga get it
He said he got it like we got it, no, you fuckin' didn't
Say, this my world now, nigga, you just livin' in it
You get some money, nigga, can I make your vision different?
By any means necessary, no, your nigga get it
He said he got it like we got it, no, you fuckin' didn't
[Hook x2]
It's for the '99 and the 2000s, nigga
I ain't flyin' with none of you niggas
The new Cash Money
The gang that don't pay, biatch
Right
[Hook:]
I got mad flows, mad flows
The shit that got me mad whores
I get mad more, nigga
I got mad flows, mad flows
The shit that got me mad dough
I get mad more, motherfucker
Black Benzes, windows tinted, no, my shit ain't rented
Inglewood [?] fuck a nigga and his [?]
Hot boy, nigga, make a million while I'm chillin'
I could bet a pretty penny you ain't livin' what you spittin'
Go up where the thugs burnin', see the cash when I'm grinnin'
Montana shit, Medusa head stitched in my linen
Street nigga, no account, your account in my denim
Unless you blind, bitch, it ain't hard to see a nigga winnin'
If I'm talkin' to that ho, then tell that bitch to pay attention
Big business, I use dollar signs to punctuate a sentence
Fuck the law, do it raw, skip the trial and drop the witness
Bein' broke been a joke, ain't shit funny 'bout my digits?
[Hook]
Strap on, get clapped on, nigga, that just be the facts
They say "Me, I don't rap though", got [?]
Got my chopper on, my stack of Os
Then came back with the sack
Man, my Roley, that's goldie, my wrist nicknamed "The Mack"
See, your niggas ho-niggas and that shit they be [?]
Man, my niggas be killers, give a fuck about rap and beats
See, my bitches got bitches, my pimpin' game is sweet
They have you fuck 'em, then duck 'em
Man, get right back in the streets
Bitch, I've been a threat, ghetto intellect, AK and a TEC
Nigga flex, labels sendin' checks, still I'm in a set
Nigga rich, use this Internet, we ain't feel it
Play with me, I'm a play for keeps, all my niggas strapped
[Hook]
This my world now, nigga, you just livin' in it
Cause I got [?] on my face, made my vision different
By any means necessary, no, your nigga get it
He said he got it like we got it, no, you fuckin' didn't
Say, this my world now, nigga, you just livin' in it
You get some money, nigga, can I make your vision different?
By any means necessary, no, your nigga get it
He said he got it like we got it, no, you fuckin' didn't
[Hook x2]
Bloody Moon lyrics - The Game
Never been so hurt
There was no one to care
Since my very first breath on Earth
There was no one ever there
My father left me when I was 7, at a home
Left me but took his chrome, I looked up and blood was gone
Man, fuck it, guess in the world I'm all alone
My mother was too naive so when he left she followed along
And while you're listenin' to this song, askin' yourself why
It's really none of your business but I was there, I bear witness
To a grow fuckin' man with a bid
Unzipped his pants and I can't tell you what a pig
Me and my sister had different fathers, but I cared, and I loved her
And I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't scared, when he rubbed her
Tip of his penis on her, she was only 11
How could you ever get a boner?
Even thinkin' about it make me hot as a sauna
Make me wanna pop him like the top on Coronas
But I was scared, ran back to my room, prayed to God
That I was dreamin', can't believe I'm this nigga's semen
Livin' with demons and it'd been that way
[Hook:]
Never been so hurt
There was no one to care
(Don't give a fuck about me)
Since my very first breath on Earth
There was no one ever there
(Don't give a fuck about me)
These niggas can't fuck with this shit
I'll make you slit your wrist
This, sort of like the exodus
It's, you see it
The moon bleedin', it's a bloody moon
You see it
It's a bloody moon
You see it
It's a bloody moon
The moon bleedin', it's a bloody moon
[Hook]
There was no one to care
Since my very first breath on Earth
There was no one ever there
My father left me when I was 7, at a home
Left me but took his chrome, I looked up and blood was gone
Man, fuck it, guess in the world I'm all alone
My mother was too naive so when he left she followed along
And while you're listenin' to this song, askin' yourself why
It's really none of your business but I was there, I bear witness
To a grow fuckin' man with a bid
Unzipped his pants and I can't tell you what a pig
Me and my sister had different fathers, but I cared, and I loved her
And I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't scared, when he rubbed her
Tip of his penis on her, she was only 11
How could you ever get a boner?
Even thinkin' about it make me hot as a sauna
Make me wanna pop him like the top on Coronas
But I was scared, ran back to my room, prayed to God
That I was dreamin', can't believe I'm this nigga's semen
Livin' with demons and it'd been that way
[Hook:]
Never been so hurt
There was no one to care
(Don't give a fuck about me)
Since my very first breath on Earth
There was no one ever there
(Don't give a fuck about me)
These niggas can't fuck with this shit
I'll make you slit your wrist
This, sort of like the exodus
It's, you see it
The moon bleedin', it's a bloody moon
You see it
It's a bloody moon
You see it
It's a bloody moon
The moon bleedin', it's a bloody moon
[Hook]
I Just Wanna Be lyrics - The Game (feat. Stat Quo, Sap & King Marie)
[Introduction - King Marie:]
So, close
But so, far away
[Hook - King Marie:]
I just wanna be a dreamer
I just wanna be a king
I just wanna give us
I just wanna be me,
I just wanna be free
I just wanna be
I just wanna be
I just wanna be
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
Put on my Dre Beats when I don't wanna hear the world talkin'
The walls closing in, the studio feel like a coffin
But I resurrect myself every time like I'm Jesus
Rather walk on water in the streets niggas dying for Yeezy's
Niggas sleeping outside for them J's know how it feel to be homeless even if its just for a day
Some of us bow our heads down when we pray, some of us bow our heads down so you can miss us with a stray
I grew up with DeSean let that young nigga play
Turn to run a slant let the bullet fly Zimmerman's way
I did it Eminem's way, when I was sitting with Dre
It was Aftermath or die then, Busta told me ride in
Snoop told me if you a dragon go spit that fire then
Game of thrones, I made my home inside that lion's den
And all my enemies I don't know where to find them
But me I got like nine in
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Stat Quo:]
The son of Maya Angelou and Martin Luther
But my daddy was a crackhead, my mom was a booster
Born in the belly of Medusa with the killers and the three time losers
These cops pursue us, thug gangs recruit us, to carry on some torch, they were taught, would improve us
As the system maneuvers, they just feed us manure
They living in paradise, we shoot it out in the sewer
I call myself Stat to remind myself not to be a statistic
As the kush get twisted my consciousness get lifted
We party with devils, digging graves with dull shovels
Diamonds on my bezel my grind on some other level
I'm subtle but won't settle, all black clothes
They say Stat you too ghetto, my pen wrapped in turbans
My bombs, bass and treble
Fell asleep in hell, I woke up living my dreams
I'm a rebel
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - SAP:]
I just wanna be a
Dreamer, I see all these things with my eyes closed
Woke up to reality, actually in fly clothes
Life is such a gamble, I'm proof that the odds roll
So anything we planning we do it colossal
Hurt people that I know was dreamers, which means that just makes my grind meaner
Let me turn my rhymes into a time machine and remind the people
How dope these lines can be when you're tryna reach the higher league
You seem to bleed through the soul to the choir speakers
I am preaching, to the younger nigga I used to be
And usually it's just inspiration that you can use to be
Bigger than the world in a world where you are user free
But still you live off of so much more than what you used to see
But who the fuck am I kidding, this shit is even new to me (word)
I got with Game, I got in the game, and I could chew a piece of this fresh cooked filet, I could eat it every day
But I swear this the beginning, I be dreaming every day
[Hook]
So, close
But so, far away
[Hook - King Marie:]
I just wanna be a dreamer
I just wanna be a king
I just wanna give us
I just wanna be me,
I just wanna be free
I just wanna be
I just wanna be
I just wanna be
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
Put on my Dre Beats when I don't wanna hear the world talkin'
The walls closing in, the studio feel like a coffin
But I resurrect myself every time like I'm Jesus
Rather walk on water in the streets niggas dying for Yeezy's
Niggas sleeping outside for them J's know how it feel to be homeless even if its just for a day
Some of us bow our heads down when we pray, some of us bow our heads down so you can miss us with a stray
I grew up with DeSean let that young nigga play
Turn to run a slant let the bullet fly Zimmerman's way
I did it Eminem's way, when I was sitting with Dre
It was Aftermath or die then, Busta told me ride in
Snoop told me if you a dragon go spit that fire then
Game of thrones, I made my home inside that lion's den
And all my enemies I don't know where to find them
But me I got like nine in
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Stat Quo:]
The son of Maya Angelou and Martin Luther
But my daddy was a crackhead, my mom was a booster
Born in the belly of Medusa with the killers and the three time losers
These cops pursue us, thug gangs recruit us, to carry on some torch, they were taught, would improve us
As the system maneuvers, they just feed us manure
They living in paradise, we shoot it out in the sewer
I call myself Stat to remind myself not to be a statistic
As the kush get twisted my consciousness get lifted
We party with devils, digging graves with dull shovels
Diamonds on my bezel my grind on some other level
I'm subtle but won't settle, all black clothes
They say Stat you too ghetto, my pen wrapped in turbans
My bombs, bass and treble
Fell asleep in hell, I woke up living my dreams
I'm a rebel
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - SAP:]
I just wanna be a
Dreamer, I see all these things with my eyes closed
Woke up to reality, actually in fly clothes
Life is such a gamble, I'm proof that the odds roll
So anything we planning we do it colossal
Hurt people that I know was dreamers, which means that just makes my grind meaner
Let me turn my rhymes into a time machine and remind the people
How dope these lines can be when you're tryna reach the higher league
You seem to bleed through the soul to the choir speakers
I am preaching, to the younger nigga I used to be
And usually it's just inspiration that you can use to be
Bigger than the world in a world where you are user free
But still you live off of so much more than what you used to see
But who the fuck am I kidding, this shit is even new to me (word)
I got with Game, I got in the game, and I could chew a piece of this fresh cooked filet, I could eat it every day
But I swear this the beginning, I be dreaming every day
[Hook]
Be Nobody Else lyrics - The Game (feat. Stacy Barthe, AV & Uiie)
[Hook x2:]
I just wanna live a little
Smoke a little, fuck a little
Talk the middle, play the middle
Cuz I ain’t tryna be nobody else
Nah, I ain’t tryna be nobody else
[Verse 1 - AV:]
I ain’t tryna be nobody but myself
Why you niggas tryna be like everybody else?
And who the fuck I’m supposed to call when I need some help?
Nobody, I just play the cards that I was dealt
Say you niggas don’t feel my pain
Frustrated with the shit that come with money, causin’ fame
Baby momma on the phone, lil brother on the otha' line
I ain’t seen him in a minute, I just need a lil time
I been out here on this grind, tryna make if for my fam
And at the same time, show my mother I’m a man
I been on my shit goin’ hard in the studio
I know they say it’s takin’ long, at least this shit is movin’ though
Pray for me, I’mma make it the right way
My way different than these niggas, talkin’ night and day
I was taught to have patience
Now let you let you know what’s ready for you, it’s waitin'
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2 - Stacy Barthe:]
When I make a couple million, we all rich
When they make a couple million, they all switchin’
Niggas turn into bitches, bitches turn into hoes
Cuz when you beggin’ for fame, I guess this is how it goes
Real niggas be theyself, they neva switch the roads
Fake niggas keep fakin’ till they get exposed
Uh, it’s like we all work the same dreams
But we different, so we don’t deserve the same things
I’m just tryna turn a verse into a million
Without a beach, ya know, just say some shit these niggas feelin’
Cuz I was down for this shit when you niggas wasn't I made something’ outta nothin’
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3 - Uiie:]
I ain’t tryna be nobody else, I’m tryna get it
Niggas say they wid it, talk that shit but neva did it
Niggas know pops and if they don’t check the screen near
Niggas don’t trip on my niggas but [?]
Tested and proved it, grabbed a choppa and used it
Pop the violence and use it, to make us wyle out and lose it
As if you dooders recruited, yeah, we was raised up to do it
Tryna survive through the struggles
Some people didn’t make it do it
I guess that’s why I smoke so much
It keep me goin’ Young fly nigga, I’m about it
Presidential dewey I be blowin’
Play the cona with the rock, California sprews plowin’
I’m just tryna get to this money, ball out like I hit the lotto
Bitches be plottin’ and schemin’, so TNB is the motto (Trust No Bitch)
All gas on full throttle, stackin’ M’s for tomorrow
Damn right I’m bout my motherfuckin' dollas Cuz I just wanna
[Hook x2]
I just wanna live a little
Smoke a little, fuck a little
Talk the middle, play the middle
Cuz I ain’t tryna be nobody else
Nah, I ain’t tryna be nobody else
[Verse 1 - AV:]
I ain’t tryna be nobody but myself
Why you niggas tryna be like everybody else?
And who the fuck I’m supposed to call when I need some help?
Nobody, I just play the cards that I was dealt
Say you niggas don’t feel my pain
Frustrated with the shit that come with money, causin’ fame
Baby momma on the phone, lil brother on the otha' line
I ain’t seen him in a minute, I just need a lil time
I been out here on this grind, tryna make if for my fam
And at the same time, show my mother I’m a man
I been on my shit goin’ hard in the studio
I know they say it’s takin’ long, at least this shit is movin’ though
Pray for me, I’mma make it the right way
My way different than these niggas, talkin’ night and day
I was taught to have patience
Now let you let you know what’s ready for you, it’s waitin'
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2 - Stacy Barthe:]
When I make a couple million, we all rich
When they make a couple million, they all switchin’
Niggas turn into bitches, bitches turn into hoes
Cuz when you beggin’ for fame, I guess this is how it goes
Real niggas be theyself, they neva switch the roads
Fake niggas keep fakin’ till they get exposed
Uh, it’s like we all work the same dreams
But we different, so we don’t deserve the same things
I’m just tryna turn a verse into a million
Without a beach, ya know, just say some shit these niggas feelin’
Cuz I was down for this shit when you niggas wasn't I made something’ outta nothin’
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3 - Uiie:]
I ain’t tryna be nobody else, I’m tryna get it
Niggas say they wid it, talk that shit but neva did it
Niggas know pops and if they don’t check the screen near
Niggas don’t trip on my niggas but [?]
Tested and proved it, grabbed a choppa and used it
Pop the violence and use it, to make us wyle out and lose it
As if you dooders recruited, yeah, we was raised up to do it
Tryna survive through the struggles
Some people didn’t make it do it
I guess that’s why I smoke so much
It keep me goin’ Young fly nigga, I’m about it
Presidential dewey I be blowin’
Play the cona with the rock, California sprews plowin’
I’m just tryna get to this money, ball out like I hit the lotto
Bitches be plottin’ and schemin’, so TNB is the motto (Trust No Bitch)
All gas on full throttle, stackin’ M’s for tomorrow
Damn right I’m bout my motherfuckin' dollas Cuz I just wanna
[Hook x2]
Kill Everything lyrics - The Game (feat. Diddy)
Operation kill everything kill everything
Married to myself fuck a wedding ring
Tried that shit twice
Gave that girl everything
She a good woman
She got good goals
Love her to death but can't be in that fishbowl
Niggas gotta live and what the fuck does it matter?
If I take care of my kids
I got three of them little niggas
And every time they smile
I see me in them little niggas
I get my heart I get my soul
And nobody fucking with me till Harlem 20 years old
Any day I'm gonna retire
Look back at my career
Like I started from the bottom
Now I'm motherfuckin here
Look back at my career like I started
Started to do something
Shit I've been working out for two summers
In the gym I piled on cruel summer
When everybody doping your clique you do numbers
But I ain't got no clique
Still got the same cars and broads sucking my dick
Still fuck the same stars that up in my six
Still finding old panties and broads up in my whip
This bitch got my dick hard as Rock Nation
That's like Cole and Hove at a show keeping fans waiting
And you know they ain't go do that
Girl go and do that
Guess it's time to turn up
I got a whole lot of marijuana to burn up
And I ain't mean to make you stop
But it ain't a party without aqua hydrate and Ciroc so
What's up? It's yo boy Diddy man
I'm just getting back from Vegas
Yeah man, party was off the chain
I'm back in sunny California and it never rains
Yeah yeah yeah all that man
So I decided to throw a white party man
So I'm at the mansion now
Got the pool, filled it up with aqua hydrate
So you know when the chicks in the pool, they correctly balanced
And also got Ciroc fountains overflowing
Blue dot, red dot, white dot
I want you to come bring the whole crew
Bring out West Coast love
The whole white party man
And we gonna leave colors at home, I know you wanna be all red man
But you gotta wear all white to this one man
You gotta wear all white to this one man
I see y'all like the white party at the mansion man
Y'all let's get it, love
Ay yo chop, for real, wear all white
Love it's Ash, I got this fired up Kush from my cousin
I'm a come over and smoke it later alright?
Alright
Hey Lucky it's Andrea
Calling you from this bitch Ashley's house
I'm bout to suck the skin off yo dick
And she ain't even know it
Hey Lucky it's Andrea
Calling you from this bitch Ashley's house
I'm bout to suck the skin off yo dick
And she ain't even know it
Guess we're going to Diddy's
It ain't a party without the king of the fucking city
Handsome ass nigga these bitches is fucking with me
Woke up in that new Bugatti
These pigs ain't fuckin' with me
I'm like Dr. J with his frown
Something like Boston Georgia with the blow
Pumping white hat, I got it just so you know
Slumber life I'm zipping up all this dough
Summer nights we at toxic with all these hoes
Then we back at the mansion take off them clothes
I let my niggas hit it first
I'm in and out
Just as fast as niggas spit a verse then they out
Then I'm back to the booth
Rollin up sipping something 80 proof
And I don't chase the liquor or these hoes
Heard Jordan got some new shit out book order those
Just bought me a ghost like where the Rolls
Perrier at the club with all my bros
Can't get none of my bitches to get these hoes
Plus I sit back and still get paid like Derrick Rose
Stat we then started something
Stat we then started something
Stat we then started something
Ready to die almighty get a car or something
Unzip that Louie, go buy a car or something
We just started something
Stat we just started something
Ready to die almighty get a car or something
Married to myself fuck a wedding ring
Tried that shit twice
Gave that girl everything
She a good woman
She got good goals
Love her to death but can't be in that fishbowl
Niggas gotta live and what the fuck does it matter?
If I take care of my kids
I got three of them little niggas
And every time they smile
I see me in them little niggas
I get my heart I get my soul
And nobody fucking with me till Harlem 20 years old
Any day I'm gonna retire
Look back at my career
Like I started from the bottom
Now I'm motherfuckin here
Look back at my career like I started
Started to do something
Shit I've been working out for two summers
In the gym I piled on cruel summer
When everybody doping your clique you do numbers
But I ain't got no clique
Still got the same cars and broads sucking my dick
Still fuck the same stars that up in my six
Still finding old panties and broads up in my whip
This bitch got my dick hard as Rock Nation
That's like Cole and Hove at a show keeping fans waiting
And you know they ain't go do that
Girl go and do that
Guess it's time to turn up
I got a whole lot of marijuana to burn up
And I ain't mean to make you stop
But it ain't a party without aqua hydrate and Ciroc so
What's up? It's yo boy Diddy man
I'm just getting back from Vegas
Yeah man, party was off the chain
I'm back in sunny California and it never rains
Yeah yeah yeah all that man
So I decided to throw a white party man
So I'm at the mansion now
Got the pool, filled it up with aqua hydrate
So you know when the chicks in the pool, they correctly balanced
And also got Ciroc fountains overflowing
Blue dot, red dot, white dot
I want you to come bring the whole crew
Bring out West Coast love
The whole white party man
And we gonna leave colors at home, I know you wanna be all red man
But you gotta wear all white to this one man
You gotta wear all white to this one man
I see y'all like the white party at the mansion man
Y'all let's get it, love
Ay yo chop, for real, wear all white
Love it's Ash, I got this fired up Kush from my cousin
I'm a come over and smoke it later alright?
Alright
Hey Lucky it's Andrea
Calling you from this bitch Ashley's house
I'm bout to suck the skin off yo dick
And she ain't even know it
Hey Lucky it's Andrea
Calling you from this bitch Ashley's house
I'm bout to suck the skin off yo dick
And she ain't even know it
Guess we're going to Diddy's
It ain't a party without the king of the fucking city
Handsome ass nigga these bitches is fucking with me
Woke up in that new Bugatti
These pigs ain't fuckin' with me
I'm like Dr. J with his frown
Something like Boston Georgia with the blow
Pumping white hat, I got it just so you know
Slumber life I'm zipping up all this dough
Summer nights we at toxic with all these hoes
Then we back at the mansion take off them clothes
I let my niggas hit it first
I'm in and out
Just as fast as niggas spit a verse then they out
Then I'm back to the booth
Rollin up sipping something 80 proof
And I don't chase the liquor or these hoes
Heard Jordan got some new shit out book order those
Just bought me a ghost like where the Rolls
Perrier at the club with all my bros
Can't get none of my bitches to get these hoes
Plus I sit back and still get paid like Derrick Rose
Stat we then started something
Stat we then started something
Stat we then started something
Ready to die almighty get a car or something
Unzip that Louie, go buy a car or something
We just started something
Stat we just started something
Ready to die almighty get a car or something
Life Is But A Dream lyrics - The Game (feat. Elijah Blake)
I am happy to join with you today
In what will go down in history
As the greatest demonstration for freedom
In the history of our nation
So it seems I'm lost
In between exotic cars in Phoenix
Palms hella itchy baby mama bitchy
Dish washer broke cause them pots too sticky
Snap back to the back cause I got that crack
And I'm from that city
Where even the girls is packed
And I'm strapped this zone they don't hear that rap
Shit unless it's watch he a problem
Then them bitches turn up ASAP
Like they went to school in Harlem
But they know they from Compton
Yeah they know they from Compton
Where we put bass with the head
Before Dre was with Monster
We pull guns on niggas before we ever play contra
Turn up countering they bands and
I make them hoes dance so
Let that bitch breathe before she take yo kids
And you be forced to watch that bitch leave
And that's every nigga's situation
In a town where them gang signs go up
And them bitches going down
Life is a but a dream
I'm searching for a dream
So I'm finally free
Don't let me, don't save me
Life is a but a dream
Life is a but a dream
Life is a but a dream
Life is a but a dream
I'm searching for a dream
So I'm finally free
Don't let me, don't save me
Life is a but a dream
Life is a but a dream
Life is a but a dream
A great American in whose symbolic shadow
We stand today signed the Emancipation Proclamation
But one hundred years later the nigro still is not free
Niggas rock two chains and one star
I seen these niggas runnin
Them ain't yo niggas no more
Cause I got macks comin
You take a nigga jewels
And act like you done did something
We take a nigga life and act like we ain't did nothing
And all of this is like a push of a button
I got niggas bustin simply because they ribs touchin
And we ain't tryna work the Nicky D
Niggas is tryin to put that six on D's
And flip one of them Bentley keys
Hood niggas that only wanna be hood with
Stack 100 cash and then you safe and wife a good bitch
Cop a Gucci belt maybe in Louie 2
Line at challenger with that Camaro
And see what it do?
Hit toxic cause we got a fit and cane wasted
It's hot as fuck but at least we can see these hoes' faces
And it's drama what that shit do
Every time we hit the city
Give'em a couple hoes and a pistol
Cause I, I hold my niggas down
I said I, I hold my niggas down
Yeah I hold my niggas down
And the day I go out this is Kendrick's crown
No we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied
Until justice rolls down like waters
And righteousness like a mighty stream
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream
Life is everything but a dream
In what will go down in history
As the greatest demonstration for freedom
In the history of our nation
So it seems I'm lost
In between exotic cars in Phoenix
Palms hella itchy baby mama bitchy
Dish washer broke cause them pots too sticky
Snap back to the back cause I got that crack
And I'm from that city
Where even the girls is packed
And I'm strapped this zone they don't hear that rap
Shit unless it's watch he a problem
Then them bitches turn up ASAP
Like they went to school in Harlem
But they know they from Compton
Yeah they know they from Compton
Where we put bass with the head
Before Dre was with Monster
We pull guns on niggas before we ever play contra
Turn up countering they bands and
I make them hoes dance so
Let that bitch breathe before she take yo kids
And you be forced to watch that bitch leave
And that's every nigga's situation
In a town where them gang signs go up
And them bitches going down
Life is a but a dream
I'm searching for a dream
So I'm finally free
Don't let me, don't save me
Life is a but a dream
Life is a but a dream
Life is a but a dream
Life is a but a dream
I'm searching for a dream
So I'm finally free
Don't let me, don't save me
Life is a but a dream
Life is a but a dream
Life is a but a dream
A great American in whose symbolic shadow
We stand today signed the Emancipation Proclamation
But one hundred years later the nigro still is not free
Niggas rock two chains and one star
I seen these niggas runnin
Them ain't yo niggas no more
Cause I got macks comin
You take a nigga jewels
And act like you done did something
We take a nigga life and act like we ain't did nothing
And all of this is like a push of a button
I got niggas bustin simply because they ribs touchin
And we ain't tryna work the Nicky D
Niggas is tryin to put that six on D's
And flip one of them Bentley keys
Hood niggas that only wanna be hood with
Stack 100 cash and then you safe and wife a good bitch
Cop a Gucci belt maybe in Louie 2
Line at challenger with that Camaro
And see what it do?
Hit toxic cause we got a fit and cane wasted
It's hot as fuck but at least we can see these hoes' faces
And it's drama what that shit do
Every time we hit the city
Give'em a couple hoes and a pistol
Cause I, I hold my niggas down
I said I, I hold my niggas down
Yeah I hold my niggas down
And the day I go out this is Kendrick's crown
No we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied
Until justice rolls down like waters
And righteousness like a mighty stream
Life is but a dream
Life is but a dream
Life is everything but a dream
Astronaut Pussy / Welcome To California lyrics - The Game (feat. Skeme, Too Short, Schoolboy Q & Stacy Barthe)
[Hook:]
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round
Round and round
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboy
Cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar, can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we snoop
Crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's, closet full of J's walking on my crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I got a Maserati in it
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
Same fuck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out, nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one verse
Converse with the worst til one of our gun burst
Callin Archurelli, tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas love them choppas like we flyin in black cars
But you with the roost, thinkin a nigga was black though
Now hold that thought
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - ScHoolboy Q:]
Pray for me, I'll make 30
Desert, even my nails dirty
Everything on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call Jigga, I'm next nigga
Some niggas my new litter
Fuck the world on earth day
Her booty clap on my birthday
I would take the cake but I've been paid
I'm a real nigga, you's arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch
Now I'm going big, I can buy the house
You sound water down, I sound of an ounce
See this for those who say "where you from"
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don't fuck around
And fuck niggas gonna lose a lung
Knock knock nigga, come feel the drum
If the bed low I'm a stack the crumb
Up the contraband in-between my gun
Before smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G's, nigga pretty please
Condos, where it's sun and trees
10 keys with my 8 G's
Hoover hats like the star of David
Pull on shots unless kidney faded
Ran up on 'em, I ain't doin aimin'
Move out the set but the set I'm banging
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Skeme:]
Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt, fuck it
West side eagles and I ain't budging
Independent niggas with no budget
If it ain't about a dollar gotta change subjects
Rap ass niggas ain't sayin nothing
This flow here, niggas can't touch it
Motherfuck friends, tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in the bitch got me trippin like a bucket
Sox gang off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 12 ballin like they been in the gym
But you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you niggas sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head to target for free
Now I'm on, look at me
Started, started with them pistols and palm trees
Now when niggas come through the wood niggas gotta know that that's all me
See the set catch rap
When I slide through throwin up a bill
And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like, we said boy please
This S to the K to the E to the M nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100 a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin for more
Pay me a millie, yo bitch load is illie
But I ain't got, still got 100 to go
And I do it, I does it
I swear that you love it
I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack
Take out my dick, take a piss on the public like fuck it
[Hook]
[Welcome To California:]
[Intro - Too Short:]
Welcome to California bitch
Welcome to California bitch
[Hook 2:]
Ski's not the only place
Sounds like a BS
I know another place
Where you can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
[Verse 4 - Game:]
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
C-O-M-P-T-O-N on
Bitch come and dust my throne
Stand from grandmother's porch to my executive Porsche
Now I'm driving through London alone
With a Parisian bitch
Rockin corn rolls, backseat of my Panamera watchin pornos
Where we goin?
What we doin?
Fly to Johannesburg
Nigga city in ruins then fly to Dubai
On my poolside, coolin my Audemar
You waterproof fuckin gone, let em know that I admit
Everywhere around the world and that's cool
But can a hotel fuckin reserve us parked through
My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move
Move to back to Compton shit, we are too
Condos and wheels to shit, I bought two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot, I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by tape
Pause
[Verse 5 - Game:]
Where the angels fly, city of angels... I will never let you down
Kill anything approaching my crown
Still undefeated
That's why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches
But don't get it confused, said he still got moves
Where the wrong colors niggas end up on the news like Sal
Like Durant in a dream then I'm right back down Compton avenue in a Buick
If you had the hot niggas put a bullet through it
And it took a coma for you to be king would you do it?
Would you do it?
If I dropped you off at Watts would you walk through it?
Would you be from great street or would you Piru it?
Here's my red raggers that's ain't nothing to it
There go the 60's, motherfucker good luck
(Welcome to California bitch)
They were the 60's, motherfucker good luck
[Verse 6 - Schoolboy Q:]
From the corner where that ho said that hit kat
Short dress, hair down her bizac
You know me with my thumb in my index
Nah, I ain't bloodin nigga
Pass blunts to my cousins nigga
Turn hale into gold, I can pon the river
High power, you a amish liver
Cali dro in my lungs and such
Twisted blunts from dawn to dusk
My shoe box should've been a armored truck
Everything good, feeling marvelous
Came to the city, that you honored us
You don't talk me a game, no game homie
Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr. 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor until the ending uh
Smoking on ills cause I'm winnin
Wax getting blowed, just the pin lit
Uh, yea now back to the booth, back to the hoes
Ra ta ta in the lap with the 2
No Cali J, I still ran all blow
All in the trim, straight lookin like you
Free tattoo
[Verse 7 - Schoolboy Q:]
I'm in the gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib
Need a gangsta bitch to take the dope and hop the fence
Might die on the freeway
Hey, much love to the he way, aye
Watch you know about LA?
(Welcome to California bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they dome us
(Welcome to California bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they...
[Hook 2]
[Verse 8 - Skeme:]
Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills
And I swear I'm a bring her to the set if she will
And if I do the pussy better killin
Just the way I make her feel, no step in they mills
These niggas hella be trip, these niggas never be real
I came up in a world where it's kill or be killed
I swear that every bitch I used to fuck fuck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is real, this west side INGFCF
Bands on them bitches, getting M's on them bitches
Going for the Cartier, hands on the bitches
Last long like I'm using extends on them bitches
I'm a native, I got real niggas with me
Gold state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White
Middle fingers for the peace
Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick
Man come and get me out
[Hook 2]
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round
Round and round
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboy
Cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar, can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we snoop
Crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's, closet full of J's walking on my crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I got a Maserati in it
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
Same fuck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out, nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one verse
Converse with the worst til one of our gun burst
Callin Archurelli, tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas love them choppas like we flyin in black cars
But you with the roost, thinkin a nigga was black though
Now hold that thought
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - ScHoolboy Q:]
Pray for me, I'll make 30
Desert, even my nails dirty
Everything on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call Jigga, I'm next nigga
Some niggas my new litter
Fuck the world on earth day
Her booty clap on my birthday
I would take the cake but I've been paid
I'm a real nigga, you's arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch
Now I'm going big, I can buy the house
You sound water down, I sound of an ounce
See this for those who say "where you from"
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don't fuck around
And fuck niggas gonna lose a lung
Knock knock nigga, come feel the drum
If the bed low I'm a stack the crumb
Up the contraband in-between my gun
Before smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G's, nigga pretty please
Condos, where it's sun and trees
10 keys with my 8 G's
Hoover hats like the star of David
Pull on shots unless kidney faded
Ran up on 'em, I ain't doin aimin'
Move out the set but the set I'm banging
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Skeme:]
Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt, fuck it
West side eagles and I ain't budging
Independent niggas with no budget
If it ain't about a dollar gotta change subjects
Rap ass niggas ain't sayin nothing
This flow here, niggas can't touch it
Motherfuck friends, tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in the bitch got me trippin like a bucket
Sox gang off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 12 ballin like they been in the gym
But you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you niggas sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head to target for free
Now I'm on, look at me
Started, started with them pistols and palm trees
Now when niggas come through the wood niggas gotta know that that's all me
See the set catch rap
When I slide through throwin up a bill
And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like, we said boy please
This S to the K to the E to the M nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100 a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin for more
Pay me a millie, yo bitch load is illie
But I ain't got, still got 100 to go
And I do it, I does it
I swear that you love it
I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack
Take out my dick, take a piss on the public like fuck it
[Hook]
[Welcome To California:]
[Intro - Too Short:]
Welcome to California bitch
Welcome to California bitch
[Hook 2:]
Ski's not the only place
Sounds like a BS
I know another place
Where you can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
[Verse 4 - Game:]
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
C-O-M-P-T-O-N on
Bitch come and dust my throne
Stand from grandmother's porch to my executive Porsche
Now I'm driving through London alone
With a Parisian bitch
Rockin corn rolls, backseat of my Panamera watchin pornos
Where we goin?
What we doin?
Fly to Johannesburg
Nigga city in ruins then fly to Dubai
On my poolside, coolin my Audemar
You waterproof fuckin gone, let em know that I admit
Everywhere around the world and that's cool
But can a hotel fuckin reserve us parked through
My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move
Move to back to Compton shit, we are too
Condos and wheels to shit, I bought two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot, I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by tape
Pause
[Verse 5 - Game:]
Where the angels fly, city of angels... I will never let you down
Kill anything approaching my crown
Still undefeated
That's why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches
But don't get it confused, said he still got moves
Where the wrong colors niggas end up on the news like Sal
Like Durant in a dream then I'm right back down Compton avenue in a Buick
If you had the hot niggas put a bullet through it
And it took a coma for you to be king would you do it?
Would you do it?
If I dropped you off at Watts would you walk through it?
Would you be from great street or would you Piru it?
Here's my red raggers that's ain't nothing to it
There go the 60's, motherfucker good luck
(Welcome to California bitch)
They were the 60's, motherfucker good luck
[Verse 6 - Schoolboy Q:]
From the corner where that ho said that hit kat
Short dress, hair down her bizac
You know me with my thumb in my index
Nah, I ain't bloodin nigga
Pass blunts to my cousins nigga
Turn hale into gold, I can pon the river
High power, you a amish liver
Cali dro in my lungs and such
Twisted blunts from dawn to dusk
My shoe box should've been a armored truck
Everything good, feeling marvelous
Came to the city, that you honored us
You don't talk me a game, no game homie
Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr. 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor until the ending uh
Smoking on ills cause I'm winnin
Wax getting blowed, just the pin lit
Uh, yea now back to the booth, back to the hoes
Ra ta ta in the lap with the 2
No Cali J, I still ran all blow
All in the trim, straight lookin like you
Free tattoo
[Verse 7 - Schoolboy Q:]
I'm in the gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib
Need a gangsta bitch to take the dope and hop the fence
Might die on the freeway
Hey, much love to the he way, aye
Watch you know about LA?
(Welcome to California bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they dome us
(Welcome to California bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they...
[Hook 2]
[Verse 8 - Skeme:]
Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills
And I swear I'm a bring her to the set if she will
And if I do the pussy better killin
Just the way I make her feel, no step in they mills
These niggas hella be trip, these niggas never be real
I came up in a world where it's kill or be killed
I swear that every bitch I used to fuck fuck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is real, this west side INGFCF
Bands on them bitches, getting M's on them bitches
Going for the Cartier, hands on the bitches
Last long like I'm using extends on them bitches
I'm a native, I got real niggas with me
Gold state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White
Middle fingers for the peace
Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick
Man come and get me out
[Hook 2]
In The City lyrics - The Game (feat. Fred The Godson & Sam Hook)
[Verse 1: The Game]
I was forced to be a gang banger
On the cover of The Source with my chain hanging
That was '05 still Fuck Benzino
Riding through the city with them twin benzitos
Stepping on C-Notes, rolling red dice like casinos
Throwing 'tron shots like free-throws
Tell Judas I'm alive and well
Will I be crucified only time will tell until then I'm thugging
Spend my money on whatever
Running through this cheddar as long as my crew together
Pop Ace, pop tags, pop hammers
"Thug life" I put that on Pac's bandana
Los Angeles King, tell my niggas in the Bing
I blacked out the card and minimized the bling
Updated the Ghost, went Nas on the wig cap
And made wifey ring rocky ASAP, yea
(aha, let's go)
[Hook: Sam Hook]
This right here reminds me of when
The playas had the the dope so the girls brought their friends
And every single night we did it again
We had a good time, we had a good time
In the city
[Verse 2: Fred the Godson]
I was forced to be a force
Diamonds in my cross, the cost for me to floss
Got me exhausted
Exhaust that's on the Porsche, got me wide awake
Just make sure that my wallets caked while I wait
The coupe drop well
Got banana clips in the Big Apple, homie, fruit cocktail
Eh Game what it look like
I got the shorty and I'm playing with her chess (chest) on the corner, look like a rook right?
The city that never sleeps
We ain't talking bout money, we prolly will never speak
Lobby within a week, we generated revenue
Old heads put me on the things that I never knew
I'm big in New York word to my moms baby
And its hard to be the Giant just ask Tom Brady
That's why they pay me
When you ask who the best right now that's why they say me
Fred in the game peace
[Hook]
I was forced to be a gang banger
On the cover of The Source with my chain hanging
That was '05 still Fuck Benzino
Riding through the city with them twin benzitos
Stepping on C-Notes, rolling red dice like casinos
Throwing 'tron shots like free-throws
Tell Judas I'm alive and well
Will I be crucified only time will tell until then I'm thugging
Spend my money on whatever
Running through this cheddar as long as my crew together
Pop Ace, pop tags, pop hammers
"Thug life" I put that on Pac's bandana
Los Angeles King, tell my niggas in the Bing
I blacked out the card and minimized the bling
Updated the Ghost, went Nas on the wig cap
And made wifey ring rocky ASAP, yea
(aha, let's go)
[Hook: Sam Hook]
This right here reminds me of when
The playas had the the dope so the girls brought their friends
And every single night we did it again
We had a good time, we had a good time
In the city
[Verse 2: Fred the Godson]
I was forced to be a force
Diamonds in my cross, the cost for me to floss
Got me exhausted
Exhaust that's on the Porsche, got me wide awake
Just make sure that my wallets caked while I wait
The coupe drop well
Got banana clips in the Big Apple, homie, fruit cocktail
Eh Game what it look like
I got the shorty and I'm playing with her chess (chest) on the corner, look like a rook right?
The city that never sleeps
We ain't talking bout money, we prolly will never speak
Lobby within a week, we generated revenue
Old heads put me on the things that I never knew
I'm big in New York word to my moms baby
And its hard to be the Giant just ask Tom Brady
That's why they pay me
When you ask who the best right now that's why they say me
Fred in the game peace
[Hook]
F.I.V.E. lyrics - The Game (feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne)
[Verse 1: Game]
Jogging my memory, the Documentary
Killed that in a drop top John Kennedy
Had the rap game in fear, like it was ten of me
The old me ain't got shit on what I'm finna be
Nigga I'm finna be still repping the letter B
What if it was the nigga that Dre signed instead of me?
Would I be starving or studying at Harvard
Or would I be a dog of a another fuckin' pedigree
Take away me, take away the su-woo
Take away the gangstar like hip-hop did Guru
Pull up in that new coupe
Take away your girl run her choo choo
Then put it on Worldstar, or Youtube
Yo Tune' what it do
Got some bitches in the lobby and I'm 'bout to send them through
I'm Kobes rings nigga who the fuck is you
Not the nigga with five bitches sitting in the coupe
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Five, got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feelin' like a Jackson
Five, I'm ballin', ya I'm ballin', got me feelin' like I'm in the Fab 5
For as long as I live I will rep for five
Like MJ in game five
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I got five on it
Five short, Young Tune in this bitch fuck 5-0
Nickel plated 4-5 if I have an issue
Beat your ass black and blue with a bag of nickels
I’m a G, do somethin ’bout it
You ain’t half of me, you ain’t 500 dollars, nigga
And my red bone, 5-5
No hand slapped, but I’m high five
Yeah get with the game or play the sidelines
I dream to get the cover of High Times
Now take 5 paces
And try to guess the color of my shoelaces, red, bitch
Yeah, I’m on my high horse
Now the sky mad at me cause I stole five stars
Got some freaks in the living room gettin’ it on
And they ain’t leavin’ til five in the morn’
(yeah)Young Tunechi, bitch!
[Hook]
I deserve to be top five
Jogging my memory, the Documentary
Killed that in a drop top John Kennedy
Had the rap game in fear, like it was ten of me
The old me ain't got shit on what I'm finna be
Nigga I'm finna be still repping the letter B
What if it was the nigga that Dre signed instead of me?
Would I be starving or studying at Harvard
Or would I be a dog of a another fuckin' pedigree
Take away me, take away the su-woo
Take away the gangstar like hip-hop did Guru
Pull up in that new coupe
Take away your girl run her choo choo
Then put it on Worldstar, or Youtube
Yo Tune' what it do
Got some bitches in the lobby and I'm 'bout to send them through
I'm Kobes rings nigga who the fuck is you
Not the nigga with five bitches sitting in the coupe
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Five, got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feelin' like a Jackson
Five, I'm ballin', ya I'm ballin', got me feelin' like I'm in the Fab 5
For as long as I live I will rep for five
Like MJ in game five
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I got five on it
Five short, Young Tune in this bitch fuck 5-0
Nickel plated 4-5 if I have an issue
Beat your ass black and blue with a bag of nickels
I’m a G, do somethin ’bout it
You ain’t half of me, you ain’t 500 dollars, nigga
And my red bone, 5-5
No hand slapped, but I’m high five
Yeah get with the game or play the sidelines
I dream to get the cover of High Times
Now take 5 paces
And try to guess the color of my shoelaces, red, bitch
Yeah, I’m on my high horse
Now the sky mad at me cause I stole five stars
Got some freaks in the living room gettin’ it on
And they ain’t leavin’ til five in the morn’
(yeah)Young Tunechi, bitch!
[Hook]
I deserve to be top five
Love On Fire lyrics - The Game (feat. Chantel)
[Chorus:]
Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Finding a way from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
[Verse 1:]
My Momma in a Coma, I don't know how to fucking feel
But what I do know is today my life fucking real
Holding my tears inside trying not to fucking squeal
Where is Jesus when I need him to grab the fucking Wheel
They say if it's fate it's fate no ain't nothing seal
Staying strong when I really want to pop a fucking pill
Looking at my mama just laying here, fuck hospitals blood I ain't staying here
Choked up, my mama all doped up
Make me wanna have all of my enemies scoped up
But my son just walked in and wanna see his grandma
But I can't let him see you like this, Damn Ma
What the fuck we doing? What the Fuck we Doing?
Something happen to you my whole fucking life is ruined
Let the lord take me from my fucking Mamma, I'm a Kill myself
Break in heaven then it's going to be drama
[Chorus:]
Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Finding a way from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
[Verse 2:]
I don't never wanna know how Kanye feel
But right now I wouldn't feelin how I can't feel
Fuck being Game, fuck being rich
Anybody that ever owed me money, I feel like Money Makin Mitch
I can't make dinner but I can make a fuckin ditch
My pops said don't even check on er, you a fuckin bitch
Head of the Compton right now, I'm a see you there
Matter fact it's better off, I'll just leave you there
And let you rot nigga, til you in the box nigga
From now all this thug life, I'm positive I'm pop nigga
We can have it on the world for what could be
I'm out here, get any nigga try to shoot me
Who grew up in Compton? Who was born in Inglewood? Me
Two days left on death row is where I should be
But I'm right here waiting for her to wake up
Like please don't die, mama wake up
[Chorus:]
Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Finding a way from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Finding a way from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
[Verse 1:]
My Momma in a Coma, I don't know how to fucking feel
But what I do know is today my life fucking real
Holding my tears inside trying not to fucking squeal
Where is Jesus when I need him to grab the fucking Wheel
They say if it's fate it's fate no ain't nothing seal
Staying strong when I really want to pop a fucking pill
Looking at my mama just laying here, fuck hospitals blood I ain't staying here
Choked up, my mama all doped up
Make me wanna have all of my enemies scoped up
But my son just walked in and wanna see his grandma
But I can't let him see you like this, Damn Ma
What the fuck we doing? What the Fuck we Doing?
Something happen to you my whole fucking life is ruined
Let the lord take me from my fucking Mamma, I'm a Kill myself
Break in heaven then it's going to be drama
[Chorus:]
Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Finding a way from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
[Verse 2:]
I don't never wanna know how Kanye feel
But right now I wouldn't feelin how I can't feel
Fuck being Game, fuck being rich
Anybody that ever owed me money, I feel like Money Makin Mitch
I can't make dinner but I can make a fuckin ditch
My pops said don't even check on er, you a fuckin bitch
Head of the Compton right now, I'm a see you there
Matter fact it's better off, I'll just leave you there
And let you rot nigga, til you in the box nigga
From now all this thug life, I'm positive I'm pop nigga
We can have it on the world for what could be
I'm out here, get any nigga try to shoot me
Who grew up in Compton? Who was born in Inglewood? Me
Two days left on death row is where I should be
But I'm right here waiting for her to wake up
Like please don't die, mama wake up
[Chorus:]
Running away from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Finding a way from what was worse
Your love is burning me down
Breakfast With Al Pacino lyrics - The Game
[Hook:]
The other day I had breakfast with Al Pacino (politicking)
Told him I wish he was in casino (probably checking)
Breathe
Fresh out the kitchen with waffles and cappuccino (hood nigga)
Eating breakfast with Al Pacino was good nigga
Please
[Verse 1:]
My life a movie directed by Tarantino, my Lambo lounging the kimo
I'm at that fork in the road like a torturous Hov
I ain't wanna sell blow, I was forced to that stow
See, I was forced to be hard, without multiple goals
So I multiplied and magnified that coke, till I was satisfied
Took oath in my last supply, I kept my tenants classified
My momma ain't know nah
My daddy and my uncles gave me bundles,
Put it on bees I made it bumble
Bred 11's, thou should not stumble
In bed by eleven, that's where she thought but I'm in a jungle,
Sayin no this ain't no training day
I'm on that track, but I put them trains away
And my enemies on this train today
My dreams is where them bangers lay
The sky is where my fingers stay
Unless I bring the K, and choppers making rainy day
Niggas praying to Yezus
Remember before he was famous, yeah!
A younger game would say
[Hook:]
The other day I had breakfast with Al Pacino (politicking)
Told him I wish he was in casino (probably checking)
Breathe
Fresh out the kitchen with waffles and cappuccino (hood nigga)
Eating breakfast with Al Pacino was good nigga
Please
[Verse 2:]
And if you must know, nobody's perfect
We screw up, we make mistakes
Have heart breaks, go through hard times
But you need to know that's life
The world ain't full of assholes
But they strategically play
So that you could come across one every day
You know what I'm saying?
Sometimes things that happen in life are not part of a plan
But when that happens, don't give up on your dreams!
Just find another way to reach em,
Just give your food for thought, ladies and gentleman
Worrying won't stop the bad from happening
But it will stop the good from being a joy
Yes sir!
The other day I had breakfast with Al Pacino (politicking)
Told him I wish he was in casino (probably checking)
Breathe
Fresh out the kitchen with waffles and cappuccino (hood nigga)
Eating breakfast with Al Pacino was good nigga
Please
[Verse 1:]
My life a movie directed by Tarantino, my Lambo lounging the kimo
I'm at that fork in the road like a torturous Hov
I ain't wanna sell blow, I was forced to that stow
See, I was forced to be hard, without multiple goals
So I multiplied and magnified that coke, till I was satisfied
Took oath in my last supply, I kept my tenants classified
My momma ain't know nah
My daddy and my uncles gave me bundles,
Put it on bees I made it bumble
Bred 11's, thou should not stumble
In bed by eleven, that's where she thought but I'm in a jungle,
Sayin no this ain't no training day
I'm on that track, but I put them trains away
And my enemies on this train today
My dreams is where them bangers lay
The sky is where my fingers stay
Unless I bring the K, and choppers making rainy day
Niggas praying to Yezus
Remember before he was famous, yeah!
A younger game would say
[Hook:]
The other day I had breakfast with Al Pacino (politicking)
Told him I wish he was in casino (probably checking)
Breathe
Fresh out the kitchen with waffles and cappuccino (hood nigga)
Eating breakfast with Al Pacino was good nigga
Please
[Verse 2:]
And if you must know, nobody's perfect
We screw up, we make mistakes
Have heart breaks, go through hard times
But you need to know that's life
The world ain't full of assholes
But they strategically play
So that you could come across one every day
You know what I'm saying?
Sometimes things that happen in life are not part of a plan
But when that happens, don't give up on your dreams!
Just find another way to reach em,
Just give your food for thought, ladies and gentleman
Worrying won't stop the bad from happening
But it will stop the good from being a joy
Yes sir!
Oh Lord lyrics - The Game (feat. Chantel)
[Verse 1:]
Uh, let Jesus take the wheel of the Phantom, baby!
Close my eyes, wake up, I'm in Atlanta, baby
Who put the magic in Magic City? Lees did!
Who popping Magnum bottles with Diddy? Meek yea!
Tell 'em where the beast is, tell 'em where the beach is
Leaning back on my beach chair, yeah
I'm something like a leap year
Niggas don't see me that often in this Rari
But nigga, we're here!
Foreign baby, just like I got a charamon in this back wood
Let it burn, baby! (We make niggas so emotional)
I gotta pull out that hundred foot yacht and poke it with a hose
We in the Poconos, stroking hoes til they open those leggings
Niggas ain't begging, we're getting all the dough
Money over bitches, till I'm fucking Oprah
So, back away from my Phantom, so I can open the door
[Hook:]
Marble floors, Lamborghini doors,
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord!
Leanin out the window on the West Side, that side, West Side
Smoking green you ain't never seen!
(Can I hit that?)
[Verse 2:]
Just hold it fine baby
Take a puff out it
Damn, run and tell Puff bout it
Compton get on masterpiece shit, we bout it bout it
Up in Greenstone, too fucking crowded
Unless it's supper club after suck my blood
Say my nigga Nick in that bitch, what's up with cause?
Fuck a cop, blood, got guns it's on the up enough
Fuck with blood, cause got hundred niggas just rolling up
Still soowoo, gotta give it to my niggas, man
My nigga Skee, my nigga Wayne
My nigga Joe Moses got the hoes opened
My nigga YG winning, I kept the door opened
Can't forget about my nigga top dog
Put Kendrick on a pedestal where thou shall not fall
One love to my lil nigga Problem
Got LA turned up, like what, got him
[Hook:]
Marble floors, Lamborghini doors,
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord!
Leanin out the window on the West Side, that side, West Side
Smoking green you ain't never seen!
(Can I hit that?)
[Outro:]
You smoking sherm baby
Nigga, what a fuck? I'm from the Valley
We don't smoke sherm
I don't know what ya'll doing in Compton
But in the eight one eight we put weed in weed
Nigga, you tripping!
I'm just fucking with you, I wouldn't lace you away
Oh!
Fuck it then, let's smoke
Uh, let Jesus take the wheel of the Phantom, baby!
Close my eyes, wake up, I'm in Atlanta, baby
Who put the magic in Magic City? Lees did!
Who popping Magnum bottles with Diddy? Meek yea!
Tell 'em where the beast is, tell 'em where the beach is
Leaning back on my beach chair, yeah
I'm something like a leap year
Niggas don't see me that often in this Rari
But nigga, we're here!
Foreign baby, just like I got a charamon in this back wood
Let it burn, baby! (We make niggas so emotional)
I gotta pull out that hundred foot yacht and poke it with a hose
We in the Poconos, stroking hoes til they open those leggings
Niggas ain't begging, we're getting all the dough
Money over bitches, till I'm fucking Oprah
So, back away from my Phantom, so I can open the door
[Hook:]
Marble floors, Lamborghini doors,
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord!
Leanin out the window on the West Side, that side, West Side
Smoking green you ain't never seen!
(Can I hit that?)
[Verse 2:]
Just hold it fine baby
Take a puff out it
Damn, run and tell Puff bout it
Compton get on masterpiece shit, we bout it bout it
Up in Greenstone, too fucking crowded
Unless it's supper club after suck my blood
Say my nigga Nick in that bitch, what's up with cause?
Fuck a cop, blood, got guns it's on the up enough
Fuck with blood, cause got hundred niggas just rolling up
Still soowoo, gotta give it to my niggas, man
My nigga Skee, my nigga Wayne
My nigga Joe Moses got the hoes opened
My nigga YG winning, I kept the door opened
Can't forget about my nigga top dog
Put Kendrick on a pedestal where thou shall not fall
One love to my lil nigga Problem
Got LA turned up, like what, got him
[Hook:]
Marble floors, Lamborghini doors,
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord!
Leanin out the window on the West Side, that side, West Side
Smoking green you ain't never seen!
(Can I hit that?)
[Outro:]
You smoking sherm baby
Nigga, what a fuck? I'm from the Valley
We don't smoke sherm
I don't know what ya'll doing in Compton
But in the eight one eight we put weed in weed
Nigga, you tripping!
I'm just fucking with you, I wouldn't lace you away
Oh!
Fuck it then, let's smoke
TD lyrics - The Game (feat. Problem)
[Hook: Problem]
Yo bitches TD, yo niggas TD
Yo bitches TD, yo niggas TD
Don't make us turn it up on you niggas right quick
Don't make me turn it up on you bitches right quick
[x2]
Ya'll niggas turnt down
[Verse 1: Game]
They call me racked up shawty
Aka mc in backpack shawty
Louisiana all them niggas say whodie
But I'm from killa cali where they fuck with E-40
[Verse 2: Problem]
Killas with me so they know I got the 40
And they ready to bust in case you pussies get horny
So ready to play the game like a tourny
Compton California and I wear it like a jordan
[Verse 3: Game]
The baby ain't mine bitch you on Maury
Chain like the R.O.C Shawn Corey
She don't smoke weed she say the marijuana boring
But bitches get shit for the game Robert Horry
[Verse 4: Problem]
I'm high as shit I ain't with the metaphoring
Baby I'm trynna fuck that
Lick it make it dribble like a baller with six left
It's time to make a move like a rolex with six chicks
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Game]
I'm fucking bitches I'm fucking bitches (like what)
I'm popping bottles I'm popping bottles (like what)
Hella racks in my trues
And the P on my snap back stand for Piru
[Verse 6: Problem]
Bottle boys ho we ain't no babies
4th of July G's raising those pagers
Legalized thugging bread like Togo's
Go against mine I'm a snap like photos
[Verse 7: Game]
R.I.P Lil Frog retired the Polo
Ghost got dust on it bring back the low low
Niggas running up on The Game cause he's solo
I'll beat yo ass like Floyd did Coto
[Verse 8: Problem]
Niggas talk swag I done bought more clothes than them
Can't talk bitches I done fucked more hoes than them
Real with every quote can't stand it with a podium
Smashing coupe his bro To be in
[Hook]
[Verse 9: Game]
Free Boosie
Cause that's what a nigga play when a nigga eat coochie
[Verse 10: Problem]
Her man never wear it out like a box of free stussy
With two chocolate treats and roses no tootsie
Bed with both of em crackin no footsie
Sick with the dick gotta stan no Tookie
Imagine like she giving me the rookie
Gone on sight like Reese did Roochy
I'm On
[Verse 11: Game]
Carousi body all Gucci
Every nigga wanna eat that up raw sushi
Fine china gold digger 49er
See me with nana the baddest bitches at Benihanas
Commas lawyers for the drama
Soon as you say "I'm a" niggas hit you with the llama
Swimming in that spade you get ate up by piranhas
Turn yo True Religions into pajamas cause
[Hook]
Yo bitches TD, yo niggas TD
Yo bitches TD, yo niggas TD
Don't make us turn it up on you niggas right quick
Don't make me turn it up on you bitches right quick
[x2]
Ya'll niggas turnt down
[Verse 1: Game]
They call me racked up shawty
Aka mc in backpack shawty
Louisiana all them niggas say whodie
But I'm from killa cali where they fuck with E-40
[Verse 2: Problem]
Killas with me so they know I got the 40
And they ready to bust in case you pussies get horny
So ready to play the game like a tourny
Compton California and I wear it like a jordan
[Verse 3: Game]
The baby ain't mine bitch you on Maury
Chain like the R.O.C Shawn Corey
She don't smoke weed she say the marijuana boring
But bitches get shit for the game Robert Horry
[Verse 4: Problem]
I'm high as shit I ain't with the metaphoring
Baby I'm trynna fuck that
Lick it make it dribble like a baller with six left
It's time to make a move like a rolex with six chicks
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Game]
I'm fucking bitches I'm fucking bitches (like what)
I'm popping bottles I'm popping bottles (like what)
Hella racks in my trues
And the P on my snap back stand for Piru
[Verse 6: Problem]
Bottle boys ho we ain't no babies
4th of July G's raising those pagers
Legalized thugging bread like Togo's
Go against mine I'm a snap like photos
[Verse 7: Game]
R.I.P Lil Frog retired the Polo
Ghost got dust on it bring back the low low
Niggas running up on The Game cause he's solo
I'll beat yo ass like Floyd did Coto
[Verse 8: Problem]
Niggas talk swag I done bought more clothes than them
Can't talk bitches I done fucked more hoes than them
Real with every quote can't stand it with a podium
Smashing coupe his bro To be in
[Hook]
[Verse 9: Game]
Free Boosie
Cause that's what a nigga play when a nigga eat coochie
[Verse 10: Problem]
Her man never wear it out like a box of free stussy
With two chocolate treats and roses no tootsie
Bed with both of em crackin no footsie
Sick with the dick gotta stan no Tookie
Imagine like she giving me the rookie
Gone on sight like Reese did Roochy
I'm On
[Verse 11: Game]
Carousi body all Gucci
Every nigga wanna eat that up raw sushi
Fine china gold digger 49er
See me with nana the baddest bitches at Benihanas
Commas lawyers for the drama
Soon as you say "I'm a" niggas hit you with the llama
Swimming in that spade you get ate up by piranhas
Turn yo True Religions into pajamas cause
[Hook]
Same Hoes lyrics - The Game (feat. TY$ & Nipsey Hussle)
[Hook]
In the club wit yo main thang
Every week it's the same game
Call that bitch a cool hop
Got me feelin like 2 Pac
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
[Game]
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Let her fall in love with the dick
I came through, 50 Bentleys
Got my witness, got her digits, while I'm whippin
Lames on the side, nigga name on the thigh
Be the same whack bitch with them flowers on the side
I told her bye bitch, bye bitch
You can never fuck with my bitch
She rock Tom Ford
And I see you in them busted ass concords
Tryna smoke my weed like a motherfuckin lawnmower
Everywhere I go, every video I see
One minute she with Drake, next minute she with me
Heard she fucked with Kendrick and my nigga YG
Heard she had two abortions last week
She a ratchet, get it crackin every time she on her feet
That bitch mouth a magnet to the motherfuckin D
Word the D
Yall, word to the motherfuckin D
Especially when (Mustard on the beat, ho)
[Hook]
In the club wit yo main thang
Every week it's the same game
Call that bitch a cool hop
Got me feelin like 2 Pac
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
[Nipsey Hu$$le]
Look, I would never fuck you cuz you broke
And you can never fuck cuz you a ho
I see you poking out that ass, I'm like so
I'm runnin laps in these streets, bitch I know
We out here buyin Benzes, out here buyin Rollies
Her pussy getting beat the fuck up like Sony
My nigga Chuck told me
That nigga Ty told me had yo ass on
Out here fuckin, all I hear is homies
Took it down and Shawty got ran my brodies
It's a cold ass game so I play it like Sony
Nigga I soly swear to never love a bitch, fuck a bitch
I be on some real Nipsey Hussle shit, fuck is this?
2014 sucka shit
Hoes out here suckin dick, got B sprung and struck it rich
And after that she fuckin split
Pulled up on some fucking crips
Some real B dogs and shit
And all we do is dog a bitch
I chase lube, not my balls and dick
She eat good when she with you nigga, she'll starve with Nip AYE!
[Hook]
In the club wit yo main thang
Every week it's the same gang
Call that bitch a cool hop
Got me feelin like 2 Pac
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
Hu$$le
Dolla $ign
And all we see is these same hoes
Uh na na na na na
Yea yea
In the club wit yo main thang
Every week it's the same game
Call that bitch a cool hop
Got me feelin like 2 Pac
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
[Game]
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Let her fall in love with the dick
I came through, 50 Bentleys
Got my witness, got her digits, while I'm whippin
Lames on the side, nigga name on the thigh
Be the same whack bitch with them flowers on the side
I told her bye bitch, bye bitch
You can never fuck with my bitch
She rock Tom Ford
And I see you in them busted ass concords
Tryna smoke my weed like a motherfuckin lawnmower
Everywhere I go, every video I see
One minute she with Drake, next minute she with me
Heard she fucked with Kendrick and my nigga YG
Heard she had two abortions last week
She a ratchet, get it crackin every time she on her feet
That bitch mouth a magnet to the motherfuckin D
Word the D
Yall, word to the motherfuckin D
Especially when (Mustard on the beat, ho)
[Hook]
In the club wit yo main thang
Every week it's the same game
Call that bitch a cool hop
Got me feelin like 2 Pac
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
[Nipsey Hu$$le]
Look, I would never fuck you cuz you broke
And you can never fuck cuz you a ho
I see you poking out that ass, I'm like so
I'm runnin laps in these streets, bitch I know
We out here buyin Benzes, out here buyin Rollies
Her pussy getting beat the fuck up like Sony
My nigga Chuck told me
That nigga Ty told me had yo ass on
Out here fuckin, all I hear is homies
Took it down and Shawty got ran my brodies
It's a cold ass game so I play it like Sony
Nigga I soly swear to never love a bitch, fuck a bitch
I be on some real Nipsey Hussle shit, fuck is this?
2014 sucka shit
Hoes out here suckin dick, got B sprung and struck it rich
And after that she fuckin split
Pulled up on some fucking crips
Some real B dogs and shit
And all we do is dog a bitch
I chase lube, not my balls and dick
She eat good when she with you nigga, she'll starve with Nip AYE!
[Hook]
In the club wit yo main thang
Every week it's the same gang
Call that bitch a cool hop
Got me feelin like 2 Pac
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
I see the same hoes oh oh
I see the same hoes yea yea
Hu$$le
Dolla $ign
And all we see is these same hoes
Uh na na na na na
Yea yea
Turn Down For What lyrics - The Game (feat. Problem & Clyde Carson)
[Intro:]
Nigga turn down for what?
(Might as well get this shit crackin uh uh)
Turn down for what?
(West coast shit uh uh)
Turn down for what?
(Uh what?)
Turn down for what?
[Verse 1:]
Bitch nigga wutchu want?
So woman I be in yo girl from
So what yo girl did my girl done, it was crazy
You want me to stop fuckin er, pussy nigga make it
TU king, crown me official
I came with the mollies, gang came with the pistols
Look got the pills, we got the drink
Hoes got no limits, all we need is a drink
And shit we smacking
Hell yeah, I'm high as my fashion
You need DU hit me, trust me I'm taxin
IRS, I have left no right, I'm gone
And like the porch lights in the hood I stay on
[Hook:]
Turn down for what?
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
[Verse 2:]
White bitch, black bitch
Little Asian, a Mexican, a frat bitch
Shirt toss, get skinny on a fat bitch
I hit her up like let's go get a tac bitch
Bitch I'm from Bompton, two speeds
Hood niggas smoke the kush out of loose leaves
Let it bounce on the ghet til that bitch leave
She ain't even got a car, take my tune speed, we don't love em
We don't love em, we don't fuck em
Extra rubbers then duck em
Dirty Sprite, red cup em
Long night, gotta fuck a nigga
[Hook:]
Turn down for what?
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
[Verse 3:]
Came through on them lame dudes
V12 in the truck showing what that Range do
Only 1 10, fuck the 4-5
Traffic like a motherfucker, nose dive
From San Bernadino, Rack City
Gardina, Pasadena, nigga my city
Ridin, I be bumpin in the 4-50, sunroof open
All hoes getting with me
I'm in the spot, nigga faded
Worth 25 mill
Worth 25 mill
I know you bitch niggas hate it
Got a angel on the grill
Bitch you ridin shotgun, pop a pill like
[Hook:]
Turn down for what?
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Nigga turn down for what?
(Might as well get this shit crackin uh uh)
Turn down for what?
(West coast shit uh uh)
Turn down for what?
(Uh what?)
Turn down for what?
[Verse 1:]
Bitch nigga wutchu want?
So woman I be in yo girl from
So what yo girl did my girl done, it was crazy
You want me to stop fuckin er, pussy nigga make it
TU king, crown me official
I came with the mollies, gang came with the pistols
Look got the pills, we got the drink
Hoes got no limits, all we need is a drink
And shit we smacking
Hell yeah, I'm high as my fashion
You need DU hit me, trust me I'm taxin
IRS, I have left no right, I'm gone
And like the porch lights in the hood I stay on
[Hook:]
Turn down for what?
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
[Verse 2:]
White bitch, black bitch
Little Asian, a Mexican, a frat bitch
Shirt toss, get skinny on a fat bitch
I hit her up like let's go get a tac bitch
Bitch I'm from Bompton, two speeds
Hood niggas smoke the kush out of loose leaves
Let it bounce on the ghet til that bitch leave
She ain't even got a car, take my tune speed, we don't love em
We don't love em, we don't fuck em
Extra rubbers then duck em
Dirty Sprite, red cup em
Long night, gotta fuck a nigga
[Hook:]
Turn down for what?
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
[Verse 3:]
Came through on them lame dudes
V12 in the truck showing what that Range do
Only 1 10, fuck the 4-5
Traffic like a motherfucker, nose dive
From San Bernadino, Rack City
Gardina, Pasadena, nigga my city
Ridin, I be bumpin in the 4-50, sunroof open
All hoes getting with me
I'm in the spot, nigga faded
Worth 25 mill
Worth 25 mill
I know you bitch niggas hate it
Got a angel on the grill
Bitch you ridin shotgun, pop a pill like
[Hook:]
Turn down for what?
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Fuck A Bitch lyrics - The Game (feat. Nipsey Hussle, Joe Moses, Elijah Blake)
[Hook - The Game:]
Fuck a bitch [x12]
[Verse 1 - The Game & Elijah Blake:]
Naw I ain't on sucka shit
Pull up to ya mama house yellin' out (Fuck a bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with?
All these hoes with me but you can have em
I don't cuff a bitch, pull up in some other shit
Not that shit my other shit
This my bread and butter
Peanut butter guts in the whip
Project dirty got the pyrex burning
Totin' iron moving birdies
I'm a rich ass burglar
Don't get yo bitch ass murdered
I'm from Compton, hub city
Got my thugs with me, got my bloods with me
Maserati do a buck fitty
[Bridge - Elijah Blake:]
I fear no nigga, I trust no bitch
And these pretty bad broads be all on my dick
Got this Amaretto make sure it don't drip
See I fear no nigga, I trust no bitch
I don't trust no bitch, real niggas be like
[Hook - The Game:]
Fuck a bitch [x6]
[Verse 2 - Nipsey Hu$$le:]
Look, fuck a bitch, never on no sucka shit
Always on some money motivated Nipsey Hu$$le shit
Pass on her, go fast on her
Pull out Benz coupes and count cash on her
Hoggy with me if I point he gon' blast on em
Drop racks on a case, that's a gag order
Tough talk turn to sad stories
Fuck a bitch if he die that's too bad for it
Fuck a bitch I'm too fly, I'm a asshole
I'm a bougie ass nigga with these fast hoes
I got stripes and stamps on my passport
You got life fucked up so yo ass broke
I be in some new shit
Hundred thousand plus coupe shit
V.I.P Rose bull shit
Bitch 'fore you hit my bottle who is you with?
[Bridge]
[Hook - The Game:]
Fuck a bitch [x6]
[Verse 3 - Joe Moses:]
Fuck a basketball wife and bet I didn't say nothin'
Put a K up on a nigga, bet he won't bang nothin'
Bought a Roley for the homie, blood sweat and he pimpin'
Red bottoms cost a church shit I swear that I'm Christian
I'm a all on a bitch- rain, hail, snow
And if I ever love a bitch, I'm like hell no
Well maybe at the supper club we will see you
We had to nickname this model bitch PU
I'm the man in the city, AP's and gold bottles
9 out of 10 she suck and she gon' swallow
9 out of 10 she lookin' for ball players
I'm a pimp about mine, Giuseppe's don't do gators
Weave to your knees believing you too on
Fuckin' for a sip in the club you too wrong
Game called the nigga I'm like what's the deal
He like fuck a bitch nigga, I'm like yeah it's trill
[Bridge]
[Hook - The Game:]
Fuck a bitch [x6]
Fuck a bitch [x12]
[Verse 1 - The Game & Elijah Blake:]
Naw I ain't on sucka shit
Pull up to ya mama house yellin' out (Fuck a bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with?
All these hoes with me but you can have em
I don't cuff a bitch, pull up in some other shit
Not that shit my other shit
This my bread and butter
Peanut butter guts in the whip
Project dirty got the pyrex burning
Totin' iron moving birdies
I'm a rich ass burglar
Don't get yo bitch ass murdered
I'm from Compton, hub city
Got my thugs with me, got my bloods with me
Maserati do a buck fitty
[Bridge - Elijah Blake:]
I fear no nigga, I trust no bitch
And these pretty bad broads be all on my dick
Got this Amaretto make sure it don't drip
See I fear no nigga, I trust no bitch
I don't trust no bitch, real niggas be like
[Hook - The Game:]
Fuck a bitch [x6]
[Verse 2 - Nipsey Hu$$le:]
Look, fuck a bitch, never on no sucka shit
Always on some money motivated Nipsey Hu$$le shit
Pass on her, go fast on her
Pull out Benz coupes and count cash on her
Hoggy with me if I point he gon' blast on em
Drop racks on a case, that's a gag order
Tough talk turn to sad stories
Fuck a bitch if he die that's too bad for it
Fuck a bitch I'm too fly, I'm a asshole
I'm a bougie ass nigga with these fast hoes
I got stripes and stamps on my passport
You got life fucked up so yo ass broke
I be in some new shit
Hundred thousand plus coupe shit
V.I.P Rose bull shit
Bitch 'fore you hit my bottle who is you with?
[Bridge]
[Hook - The Game:]
Fuck a bitch [x6]
[Verse 3 - Joe Moses:]
Fuck a basketball wife and bet I didn't say nothin'
Put a K up on a nigga, bet he won't bang nothin'
Bought a Roley for the homie, blood sweat and he pimpin'
Red bottoms cost a church shit I swear that I'm Christian
I'm a all on a bitch- rain, hail, snow
And if I ever love a bitch, I'm like hell no
Well maybe at the supper club we will see you
We had to nickname this model bitch PU
I'm the man in the city, AP's and gold bottles
9 out of 10 she suck and she gon' swallow
9 out of 10 she lookin' for ball players
I'm a pimp about mine, Giuseppe's don't do gators
Weave to your knees believing you too on
Fuckin' for a sip in the club you too wrong
Game called the nigga I'm like what's the deal
He like fuck a bitch nigga, I'm like yeah it's trill
[Bridge]
[Hook - The Game:]
Fuck a bitch [x6]
Compton lyrics - The Game (feat. Stat Quo)
[Verse 1: Game]
I wake up in the morning chilling with my feet up
Looking on my Instagram for pussy to beat up
Hey, Sap turn that beat up, Hey nigga roll that weed up
Riding through the hood top down trowing that B up
Turn that YG up
Cause niggas fed up
Niggas get murdered in my city not keeping their head up
I'm talking Bloods, Crips and shit
Bodies twisting like Liquorice
Watch when that pistol lit [Chik-Chik], Niggas hit the fence
Cowards, ducking in led showers
Couple of niggas be snitching, pointing like watch towers [Shshsh]
That's how niggas get locked up
40 Glocc tough? what?
That nigga got sucked up
And he suing me for four point five
Let me see, move the Desmin
Once to the right, that's a forty five
Glock hit the light, now you a vegetable
[Bridge 1: Game]
Tell 'em niggas where I'm from... you heard
Stat tell em niggas where I'm from
Hey ya'll tell em niggas where I'm from... Esco
Drake, tell em niggas where I'm from
[Bridge 2: Game]
The City of money, power and tears
Overdoses, nightmares, Yeah
Can't walk Around here keep talking around here guns spark around here
Yeah
[Verse 2: Stat Quo]
An honor nigga, my nigga raise my J's gram plays
Throwing up 3's my doggs squeeze triggers
Dreaming on what we be when we bigger
Firm Biz deliver
Haters shiver, they see us
So Dance Field (filled) with divas
Sniffing Justin Bieber
We staying in the game
You Lames's in the bleachers
Luxury vehicles with all the latest features
The Preachers can't reach us
Smoking Kush on the beaches, no reception
It's a blessing ever since recession just progressing
Bank account stretching models in my section
Has I stare at my reflection?, Boss Nigga
This bitches love my complication, they ain't just talk nigga
Huh
Crack in the pot let it bubble on the block
Watch it double so we can huddle and ball with the prof
Got niggas from, Watson, Swatson and niggas from Harlem
But my niggas from Compton it's a problem
Firm Biz
[Bridge 1: Game]
(Stat Quo: Yeah) Tell 'em niggas where I'm from... you heard
Stat tell em niggas where I'm from (Stat Quo: DT)
Hey ya'll tell em niggas where I'm from... Esco
Drake, tell em niggas where I'm from
[Bridge 2: Game]
The City of money, power and tears
Overdoses, nightmares, Yeah
Can't walk Around here keep talking around here guns spark around here
Yeah
[Outro: Stat Quo]
I swear these niggas lame my nigga
You a iPhone 5c nigga
You understand that?
You the nigga that got the Turquoise back
Your pour that shit out, niggas'll slap you off real
Straight molly-whopping. you're not welcomed
IPhone 5c ass nigga
You tought you was just gonna cut the corner and pay 99$ to shine
We don't fuck with you nigga
Half price ass bitch ass soft ass lame ass nigga
You understand me?
Yeah
I wake up in the morning chilling with my feet up
Looking on my Instagram for pussy to beat up
Hey, Sap turn that beat up, Hey nigga roll that weed up
Riding through the hood top down trowing that B up
Turn that YG up
Cause niggas fed up
Niggas get murdered in my city not keeping their head up
I'm talking Bloods, Crips and shit
Bodies twisting like Liquorice
Watch when that pistol lit [Chik-Chik], Niggas hit the fence
Cowards, ducking in led showers
Couple of niggas be snitching, pointing like watch towers [Shshsh]
That's how niggas get locked up
40 Glocc tough? what?
That nigga got sucked up
And he suing me for four point five
Let me see, move the Desmin
Once to the right, that's a forty five
Glock hit the light, now you a vegetable
[Bridge 1: Game]
Tell 'em niggas where I'm from... you heard
Stat tell em niggas where I'm from
Hey ya'll tell em niggas where I'm from... Esco
Drake, tell em niggas where I'm from
[Bridge 2: Game]
The City of money, power and tears
Overdoses, nightmares, Yeah
Can't walk Around here keep talking around here guns spark around here
Yeah
[Verse 2: Stat Quo]
An honor nigga, my nigga raise my J's gram plays
Throwing up 3's my doggs squeeze triggers
Dreaming on what we be when we bigger
Firm Biz deliver
Haters shiver, they see us
So Dance Field (filled) with divas
Sniffing Justin Bieber
We staying in the game
You Lames's in the bleachers
Luxury vehicles with all the latest features
The Preachers can't reach us
Smoking Kush on the beaches, no reception
It's a blessing ever since recession just progressing
Bank account stretching models in my section
Has I stare at my reflection?, Boss Nigga
This bitches love my complication, they ain't just talk nigga
Huh
Crack in the pot let it bubble on the block
Watch it double so we can huddle and ball with the prof
Got niggas from, Watson, Swatson and niggas from Harlem
But my niggas from Compton it's a problem
Firm Biz
[Bridge 1: Game]
(Stat Quo: Yeah) Tell 'em niggas where I'm from... you heard
Stat tell em niggas where I'm from (Stat Quo: DT)
Hey ya'll tell em niggas where I'm from... Esco
Drake, tell em niggas where I'm from
[Bridge 2: Game]
The City of money, power and tears
Overdoses, nightmares, Yeah
Can't walk Around here keep talking around here guns spark around here
Yeah
[Outro: Stat Quo]
I swear these niggas lame my nigga
You a iPhone 5c nigga
You understand that?
You the nigga that got the Turquoise back
Your pour that shit out, niggas'll slap you off real
Straight molly-whopping. you're not welcomed
IPhone 5c ass nigga
You tought you was just gonna cut the corner and pay 99$ to shine
We don't fuck with you nigga
Half price ass bitch ass soft ass lame ass nigga
You understand me?
Yeah
Swerve lyrics - The Game
[Intro:]
Aye Pops
They love that sofa shit
OKE
I mean he do this shit 'cus he love it
I mean he did this shit 'cause you couldn't find Just Blazin
We go
Just a fine nigga.
[Verse 1:]
I'm back, open the door nigga,
All this bout the verse, what is it for nigga?
I ain't Jay-Z nigga, I'm still poor nigga
Hey y'all stat, welcome into the store nigga,
My baby mama hope my feelings got me sore nigga,
But that's cool 'cause I'm bad to my core nigga,
What's up? 40 glock you want some more nigga?
Game don't fall off, Game get bored nigga
Compton, got it coming out my Porsche nigga
I'm like Cassidy with 25 million
Stack it up, that's like a project building
Get back with 50 but I can't 'cause I killed em,
Wait, have you seen him?
Not out proper, nigga living on that mill cart
And my nigga Boosie still ain't got a car to swerve
[Hook:]
Said my nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
My lil nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
Say my nigga Lil Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
[Verse 2:]
So take a shot at any of my little niggas, it's raw nigga,
Fuck a gun, we bring hammers, like we throwin nigga
My nigga Pops got beats you can't ignore nigga
Said my nigga Pops got beats you can't afford nigga
Wake up double the kush, we by the shore nigga
It's 3: 40 now, back in Compton by 4 nigga
105, doing 105, shell slides like dubs in it,
I'm so good with the razor
Take the heart, break the soap and carve doves in it,
I got your bitch no club fin it,
I wear raw, bust a nut in me
Disrespect intended however you spend it got sucker in it
'Cause none of ya'll from out here,
You think you run out here, have your ass on a run out here
You a bum out here, and no don't call Biggie
'Cause we in the fam and then we bout to bust a big Q, swerve
[Hook:]
Said my nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
My lil nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
And all these lame niggas droppin Gucci flat top fuck that, swerve
Say my lil nigga did smash a car and we gon swerve
[Outro:]
Hey Pops, you a motherfucker for this shit,
I told you what I'm a do,
I'm a talk to you motherfuckin slow about
4 and a half more bars
And I'm a let that bitch breathe,
So when my nigga Boosie get out the motherfucking joint,
Then catch some shit on one these motherfuckers
So full of shit
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Aye Pops
They love that sofa shit
OKE
I mean he do this shit 'cus he love it
I mean he did this shit 'cause you couldn't find Just Blazin
We go
Just a fine nigga.
[Verse 1:]
I'm back, open the door nigga,
All this bout the verse, what is it for nigga?
I ain't Jay-Z nigga, I'm still poor nigga
Hey y'all stat, welcome into the store nigga,
My baby mama hope my feelings got me sore nigga,
But that's cool 'cause I'm bad to my core nigga,
What's up? 40 glock you want some more nigga?
Game don't fall off, Game get bored nigga
Compton, got it coming out my Porsche nigga
I'm like Cassidy with 25 million
Stack it up, that's like a project building
Get back with 50 but I can't 'cause I killed em,
Wait, have you seen him?
Not out proper, nigga living on that mill cart
And my nigga Boosie still ain't got a car to swerve
[Hook:]
Said my nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
My lil nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
Say my nigga Lil Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
[Verse 2:]
So take a shot at any of my little niggas, it's raw nigga,
Fuck a gun, we bring hammers, like we throwin nigga
My nigga Pops got beats you can't ignore nigga
Said my nigga Pops got beats you can't afford nigga
Wake up double the kush, we by the shore nigga
It's 3: 40 now, back in Compton by 4 nigga
105, doing 105, shell slides like dubs in it,
I'm so good with the razor
Take the heart, break the soap and carve doves in it,
I got your bitch no club fin it,
I wear raw, bust a nut in me
Disrespect intended however you spend it got sucker in it
'Cause none of ya'll from out here,
You think you run out here, have your ass on a run out here
You a bum out here, and no don't call Biggie
'Cause we in the fam and then we bout to bust a big Q, swerve
[Hook:]
Said my nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
My lil nigga Boosie still ain't got a car nah, swerve
And all these lame niggas droppin Gucci flat top fuck that, swerve
Say my lil nigga did smash a car and we gon swerve
[Outro:]
Hey Pops, you a motherfucker for this shit,
I told you what I'm a do,
I'm a talk to you motherfuckin slow about
4 and a half more bars
And I'm a let that bitch breathe,
So when my nigga Boosie get out the motherfucking joint,
Then catch some shit on one these motherfuckers
So full of shit
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Breathe...
Super Throwed lyrics - The Game (feat. Juicy J)
[Hook: Juicy J]
You a throwed nigga
You a you a throwed nigga
You a throwed nigga
You a you a throwed nigga
Codeine in my cup, bitch all in my face
Kush all in my blunt, super throwed on that ace
You a throwed nigga
You a you a throwed nigga
[Verse 1: Game]
Ridin' round with that super soaker
Red cup I'm super throwed
My straight eight all suped up
I'm a dry this ho to the Super Bowl
Trukfit, tank top, tell them hoes I'm super lean
Look like I won the super lotto
Damn my condo super clean
Left your bitch at the Super 8
She sucked my dick I'm super straight
Got Nicki Minaj tied up in my trunk 15's kicking out, that's Super Bass
In the hood we got super bands
My cotton piece stuff super grams
My bitch layed out with a super ten
She flying high with super man
Picture that, no Instagram
Real life no side show
Real nigga, no Tony Parker
Your main bitch is my side-ho
Blowin' purp I'm high fi, redrum in that Mai Tai
Rubbing on the bitch tattas she scared of dick, Sci Fi
Hooked her up to that Wi Fi
Wiped my dick and said bye bye
Dropped the ho off at Pop Eyes and continued eating my hot fries
My old partner, AR said you a cold nigga
I simply said my day job my day job, ain't lovin' hoes nigga
Ask Juicy J about me
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
What you know about mixing molly with the loud
Hotel smoked out nigga fuck a towel
Nigga all my wet burn blunts like cigarettes
Benz got my teeth grindin' like I'm chewing Nicorette
Every three hours need a re up from the weed man
Afghan purp strand super man head band
Eyes so tight got me looking like Jackie Chan
Me and the Game like Red and the Method Man
Smoking on the roach, you ain't really feeling that dope that you smoked
Try to mix lean with the blunt let it soak
All you gon' do is choke
Niggas can't handle weed from the west coast
Smoke so much till a nigga overdose
I stay high when I'm in and out the booth
Gotta thank Mary for this verse that I wrote
Big buzz in every club don't need a plug I am the plug
Taylor Gang, I'm on the plane
I'm leanin' man, I'm on them thangs
Only strong up in the bong, I've been high for way too long
Codeine I sip, hotbox the whip
I stay throwed, Cheech and Chong
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Game]
Roll kush, fuck hoes, start fights, shoot niggas
How many niggas hurricane done killed, shit quite a few niggas
I'm like two Nas', two Jiggas, two Pacs, two Biggies
Cop the Rari for 250, then made the Rari do 250
Crash the Rari got two Bentleys
Blowing dank like two hippes
Give a nigga bout eight months in the gym
I'm gonna come through looking like two fifties
Half a mill on that xbox
John Madden probably owin' me
Ask Bow Wow, ask Fat Joe, ask Ocho they know me
On that 2k, I od
That C.O.D. you D.O.A
Fuck nigga put your money down
Start worrying bout when the fuck we gon' play
Put six bad hoes in one big room
Stuff six grams in one big blunt
Load six shells in one big pump
Stuff six chickens in one big trunk
Right next to a body, black John Gotti
Like a nigga shotty, hit em with the shotty
Fuck her good once then send her to the lobby
Fuck her so good momma looking for the body
Poppin' mollys and Bugattis, coppin' Mozzys no deposit
Runnin' through the money when a nigga get throwed
Tires screeching when the story get told
So much money that the shit don't fold
[Hook]
You a throwed nigga
You a you a throwed nigga
You a throwed nigga
You a you a throwed nigga
Codeine in my cup, bitch all in my face
Kush all in my blunt, super throwed on that ace
You a throwed nigga
You a you a throwed nigga
[Verse 1: Game]
Ridin' round with that super soaker
Red cup I'm super throwed
My straight eight all suped up
I'm a dry this ho to the Super Bowl
Trukfit, tank top, tell them hoes I'm super lean
Look like I won the super lotto
Damn my condo super clean
Left your bitch at the Super 8
She sucked my dick I'm super straight
Got Nicki Minaj tied up in my trunk 15's kicking out, that's Super Bass
In the hood we got super bands
My cotton piece stuff super grams
My bitch layed out with a super ten
She flying high with super man
Picture that, no Instagram
Real life no side show
Real nigga, no Tony Parker
Your main bitch is my side-ho
Blowin' purp I'm high fi, redrum in that Mai Tai
Rubbing on the bitch tattas she scared of dick, Sci Fi
Hooked her up to that Wi Fi
Wiped my dick and said bye bye
Dropped the ho off at Pop Eyes and continued eating my hot fries
My old partner, AR said you a cold nigga
I simply said my day job my day job, ain't lovin' hoes nigga
Ask Juicy J about me
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
What you know about mixing molly with the loud
Hotel smoked out nigga fuck a towel
Nigga all my wet burn blunts like cigarettes
Benz got my teeth grindin' like I'm chewing Nicorette
Every three hours need a re up from the weed man
Afghan purp strand super man head band
Eyes so tight got me looking like Jackie Chan
Me and the Game like Red and the Method Man
Smoking on the roach, you ain't really feeling that dope that you smoked
Try to mix lean with the blunt let it soak
All you gon' do is choke
Niggas can't handle weed from the west coast
Smoke so much till a nigga overdose
I stay high when I'm in and out the booth
Gotta thank Mary for this verse that I wrote
Big buzz in every club don't need a plug I am the plug
Taylor Gang, I'm on the plane
I'm leanin' man, I'm on them thangs
Only strong up in the bong, I've been high for way too long
Codeine I sip, hotbox the whip
I stay throwed, Cheech and Chong
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Game]
Roll kush, fuck hoes, start fights, shoot niggas
How many niggas hurricane done killed, shit quite a few niggas
I'm like two Nas', two Jiggas, two Pacs, two Biggies
Cop the Rari for 250, then made the Rari do 250
Crash the Rari got two Bentleys
Blowing dank like two hippes
Give a nigga bout eight months in the gym
I'm gonna come through looking like two fifties
Half a mill on that xbox
John Madden probably owin' me
Ask Bow Wow, ask Fat Joe, ask Ocho they know me
On that 2k, I od
That C.O.D. you D.O.A
Fuck nigga put your money down
Start worrying bout when the fuck we gon' play
Put six bad hoes in one big room
Stuff six grams in one big blunt
Load six shells in one big pump
Stuff six chickens in one big trunk
Right next to a body, black John Gotti
Like a nigga shotty, hit em with the shotty
Fuck her good once then send her to the lobby
Fuck her so good momma looking for the body
Poppin' mollys and Bugattis, coppin' Mozzys no deposit
Runnin' through the money when a nigga get throwed
Tires screeching when the story get told
So much money that the shit don't fold
[Hook]
Maybe In Another Life lyrics - The Game (feat. K Roosevelt)
[Chorus:]
I can only try so hard, girl
Remember '95 like our love feel right, girl
And maybe it just wasn't the right time
Maybe in another lifetime
[Verse 1:]
I'm sitting in my Ghost, I don't know what to do
But what I know is I'm at my best when I fuck with you
I always thought we'd kinda end up just like the Huxtables
Thought our love was like Swizz and Alicia, untouchable
Thought we always had that Jay and B potential
And ever since we've been apart everything is instrumental
And I can't even hear the words to my favorite song, I'm so numb inside
Bitch you telling me "boy, I'm ovulating, so just come inside"
I'm kinda torn between what I want and what I know
That's why sometimes after the kids fall asleep I get up and go
Used to chase me down the hallway, acting like you on Broadway
Hop in your Benz, tailing my Range, trying to jump out where that broad stay
And that was crazy but at least I know you care
That was then, this is now, how the fuck did we end up here?
Now we care about our Instagram posts more than each other
Posting subliminal shit like we ain't never met each other, that's crazy
[Chorus:]
So we go,
I can only try so hard, girl
Remember '95 like our love feel right, girl
And maybe it just wasn't the right time
Maybe in another lifetime
[Verse 2:]
We spent the last 24 months arguing over these broads
That we forgot about the show and then Cali became a star
And maybe that was a blessing
'Cause she could grow up to be Reyna Simone at our discretion
I be right there for protection
'Cause these days my kids the only place to get affection
Could be wrong, you a school teacher, maybe I just need correction
You used to be the one to point a nigga in the right direction
Now we both inside Greystone sitting in different sections
Pretending we having fun but what I really want to do
Is get you to that SLS and fuck you till you see the sun
And maybe I wouldn't feel so bad every time I see my son
And he ask am I coming home and I tell him to go ask his mom
And shit get real hard 'cause I can't live without my daughter
You can't just be Beyoncé and try to ride for Sean Carter
You know I love my kids and can't no nigga replace their father
This could be a love story, view the offer right
[Chorus:]
So we go,
I can only try so hard, girl
Remember '95 like our love feel right, girl
And maybe it just wasn't the right time
Maybe in another lifetime
I can only try so hard, girl
Remember '95 like our love feel right, girl
And maybe it just wasn't the right time
Maybe in another lifetime
[Verse 1:]
I'm sitting in my Ghost, I don't know what to do
But what I know is I'm at my best when I fuck with you
I always thought we'd kinda end up just like the Huxtables
Thought our love was like Swizz and Alicia, untouchable
Thought we always had that Jay and B potential
And ever since we've been apart everything is instrumental
And I can't even hear the words to my favorite song, I'm so numb inside
Bitch you telling me "boy, I'm ovulating, so just come inside"
I'm kinda torn between what I want and what I know
That's why sometimes after the kids fall asleep I get up and go
Used to chase me down the hallway, acting like you on Broadway
Hop in your Benz, tailing my Range, trying to jump out where that broad stay
And that was crazy but at least I know you care
That was then, this is now, how the fuck did we end up here?
Now we care about our Instagram posts more than each other
Posting subliminal shit like we ain't never met each other, that's crazy
[Chorus:]
So we go,
I can only try so hard, girl
Remember '95 like our love feel right, girl
And maybe it just wasn't the right time
Maybe in another lifetime
[Verse 2:]
We spent the last 24 months arguing over these broads
That we forgot about the show and then Cali became a star
And maybe that was a blessing
'Cause she could grow up to be Reyna Simone at our discretion
I be right there for protection
'Cause these days my kids the only place to get affection
Could be wrong, you a school teacher, maybe I just need correction
You used to be the one to point a nigga in the right direction
Now we both inside Greystone sitting in different sections
Pretending we having fun but what I really want to do
Is get you to that SLS and fuck you till you see the sun
And maybe I wouldn't feel so bad every time I see my son
And he ask am I coming home and I tell him to go ask his mom
And shit get real hard 'cause I can't live without my daughter
You can't just be Beyoncé and try to ride for Sean Carter
You know I love my kids and can't no nigga replace their father
This could be a love story, view the offer right
[Chorus:]
So we go,
I can only try so hard, girl
Remember '95 like our love feel right, girl
And maybe it just wasn't the right time
Maybe in another lifetime
You Don't Know lyrics - The Game
[Verse 1:]
Tryna dive a pair, work on my back scrubber
You tryna feed me well you know how that goes
She said go easy and I stay out the back door
A nigga went Yeezy in it, north west though
Nigga wanna talk about money? Let's talk
Nigga wanna talk about guns? We'll jump
Nigga wanna run around like you set the razors on fire
You admit it all, your shit popped
Think nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know
Think nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know
[Hook:]
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know nigga nigga
[Verse 2:]
Nigga talk about cars then I pull out the Aston
When it's Tom Ford then I pull out the plastic
Ridin with a ratchet, totin that ratchet
Murder that pussy, nigga pull out the casket
Bend on a check nigga I ain't gotta cash it
Big around my neck, nigga I ain't gotta flash it
Smoking in the white house I ain't gotta ash it
Never rolled a blunt 'cause my white boy hash it
You ain't even know, you ain't even know
I fucked yo bitch before you got yo dick
You ain't even know, you ain't even know
Million ratchets still eatin half a meal
You ain't even know, you ain't even know
Motherfucker I'm Pablo, in a all black Diablo
Rockin J's like a nigga from Chicago
[Hook:]
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know nigga nigga
Tryna dive a pair, work on my back scrubber
You tryna feed me well you know how that goes
She said go easy and I stay out the back door
A nigga went Yeezy in it, north west though
Nigga wanna talk about money? Let's talk
Nigga wanna talk about guns? We'll jump
Nigga wanna run around like you set the razors on fire
You admit it all, your shit popped
Think nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know
Think nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know, think a nigga ain't know
[Hook:]
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know nigga nigga
[Verse 2:]
Nigga talk about cars then I pull out the Aston
When it's Tom Ford then I pull out the plastic
Ridin with a ratchet, totin that ratchet
Murder that pussy, nigga pull out the casket
Bend on a check nigga I ain't gotta cash it
Big around my neck, nigga I ain't gotta flash it
Smoking in the white house I ain't gotta ash it
Never rolled a blunt 'cause my white boy hash it
You ain't even know, you ain't even know
I fucked yo bitch before you got yo dick
You ain't even know, you ain't even know
Million ratchets still eatin half a meal
You ain't even know, you ain't even know
Motherfucker I'm Pablo, in a all black Diablo
Rockin J's like a nigga from Chicago
[Hook:]
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know, you don't wanna know me nigga
You don't wanna know nigga nigga
Just So You Know lyrics - The Game
[Intro:]
Anybody
OKE
I need anybody
It's the moment ya'll been waiting for
Anybody I need
Anybody I need
End of school, we had a good run right?
Ha ha
[Verse 1:]
Listening to that Drake, I'm like oh shit!
This nigga Drizzy got me thinking bout my old bitch
You know what? Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch
You got some bottles in your session, you can fuck that bitch
Jesus piece was a motherfucker,
Gotta thank God like a motherfucker
Interscope ain't promote that hoe,
But Jimmy I beast to my motherfucker
I'm back like Joe but in hefty grub
I just signed with Cash Money, yeah nigga, you know it
Spending all my motherfucker money and live like goddamn bitch
Can a motherfucker live?
Can a motherfucker live?
Can a motherfucker live?
Brand new dead, drop top Gatti
Kobin up grove, can a motherfucker live?
Flies and jet, motherfucker live
MIA buzzing like a motherfucking bee
Real nigga here, real nigga career
Body anywhere, nigga, I'm so sincere
Six bottles Ciroc, couple hoes in here
Couple old niggas from a 4-4 in here!
Nigga ain't dolo here
Got desert niggas on the niggas polo here
Bitch back back so my logo clear
It's Rich Gang! Dollar signs on the big chain
Ain't nothing new, I've been fucking with Wayne!
[Hook:]
Hanging out that window, throwing West Side up, like Pac and you know
In the club we're startin to popping off and you know
20 K, a king of diamonds, bitch, and you know
California king, hoe, just so you know
And you know,
And you know
And you know
Just so you know!
[Verse 2:]
Listening to this Big Sean like, "oh shit!"
My lil nigga Kendrick kills you on your own shit
But I fuck with Sean
It's just Compton, nigga
I helped him get his Jesus piece back from the mobsters, nigga!
I've been the middle man for rap niggas and jury niggas
Ask me find that shit like I'm motherfuckin Siri.
IPhone, ass nigga! Five homes, yes nigga!
New coupe slide back with the roof
Hunned 80 proof, gotta throw it back to proof
Air Jordan Ones, North Carolina,
I'm killing these bitches like Ray Keruf
They salute like soldiers, nigga
Give, yo game up like soldiers, nigga
Treat em like lawn chairs, throw them nigga
Still got the West Coast on my shoulders, nigga
Keep to the city, that polices is watching,
A hundred thousand on funerals
Bitches calling me Robin
Cause I'm a hood nigga, doing good, nigga!
I'm God's favorite, I wish you would nigga!
[Hook:]
Hanging out that window, throwing West Side up, like Pac and you know
In the club we're startin to popping off and you know
20 K, a king of diamonds, bitch, and you know
California king, hoe, just so you know
And you know,
And you know
And you know
Just so you know!
Anybody
OKE
I need anybody
It's the moment ya'll been waiting for
Anybody I need
Anybody I need
End of school, we had a good run right?
Ha ha
[Verse 1:]
Listening to that Drake, I'm like oh shit!
This nigga Drizzy got me thinking bout my old bitch
You know what? Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch
You got some bottles in your session, you can fuck that bitch
Jesus piece was a motherfucker,
Gotta thank God like a motherfucker
Interscope ain't promote that hoe,
But Jimmy I beast to my motherfucker
I'm back like Joe but in hefty grub
I just signed with Cash Money, yeah nigga, you know it
Spending all my motherfucker money and live like goddamn bitch
Can a motherfucker live?
Can a motherfucker live?
Can a motherfucker live?
Brand new dead, drop top Gatti
Kobin up grove, can a motherfucker live?
Flies and jet, motherfucker live
MIA buzzing like a motherfucking bee
Real nigga here, real nigga career
Body anywhere, nigga, I'm so sincere
Six bottles Ciroc, couple hoes in here
Couple old niggas from a 4-4 in here!
Nigga ain't dolo here
Got desert niggas on the niggas polo here
Bitch back back so my logo clear
It's Rich Gang! Dollar signs on the big chain
Ain't nothing new, I've been fucking with Wayne!
[Hook:]
Hanging out that window, throwing West Side up, like Pac and you know
In the club we're startin to popping off and you know
20 K, a king of diamonds, bitch, and you know
California king, hoe, just so you know
And you know,
And you know
And you know
Just so you know!
[Verse 2:]
Listening to this Big Sean like, "oh shit!"
My lil nigga Kendrick kills you on your own shit
But I fuck with Sean
It's just Compton, nigga
I helped him get his Jesus piece back from the mobsters, nigga!
I've been the middle man for rap niggas and jury niggas
Ask me find that shit like I'm motherfuckin Siri.
IPhone, ass nigga! Five homes, yes nigga!
New coupe slide back with the roof
Hunned 80 proof, gotta throw it back to proof
Air Jordan Ones, North Carolina,
I'm killing these bitches like Ray Keruf
They salute like soldiers, nigga
Give, yo game up like soldiers, nigga
Treat em like lawn chairs, throw them nigga
Still got the West Coast on my shoulders, nigga
Keep to the city, that polices is watching,
A hundred thousand on funerals
Bitches calling me Robin
Cause I'm a hood nigga, doing good, nigga!
I'm God's favorite, I wish you would nigga!
[Hook:]
Hanging out that window, throwing West Side up, like Pac and you know
In the club we're startin to popping off and you know
20 K, a king of diamonds, bitch, and you know
California king, hoe, just so you know
And you know,
And you know
And you know
Just so you know!
Pour Up Remix lyrics - The Game (feat. Clyde Carson, Jeezy)
[Hook:]
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me
[Verse 1:]
It's the motherfucking world nigga
I be young and everywhere, the greatest ever get
If you fuck niggas asking them questions I got answers
Big booty, red boner like I'm dancing
The way a nigga blowing that strong might have cancer
Drop no top baby kemo
Shit around my waist cost a kilo
Same coupe, different colour, call it C-Lo
Mad Mexicana, out where she call me primo
She know I keep them shooters with me, never solo
Said she love the way I kick it like a tolo
Choppas layin all around the mental like the navy
Y'all don't know about this rap shit, this motherfucking crazy
Pop 20 bottles of Rose, we're by the pool nigga
Niggas at the gate where they all make a fool nigga
Do this shit till the sunset nigga
South central to sunset nigga
Mission Impossible, yea Tom Cruise shit
100 thousand Metatron, nigga fill a coupe ship
Like fucking two glocks in a bucket
Got my little niggas out of that, ain't got nothing
Don't know what you niggas is claiming, just throw it up
And I don't what these bitches are drinking, just pour it up
[Hook:]
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me
[Verse 2:]
I got some broads in my living room
More up on the way don't get offended boo
Ciros in the caban, if you hot then get up in the pool
Gotta kick it up for 20 suits
Young Magnificent with three on deck
Acting innocent till she take that sip
Dom Perignon and some Pinot grip
Some P Ciroc and probably some pink rose
Won't get thrown on that heavy shit
Fucking in some ice, on some icy stars
Gangsta remix, Young Keys and Game
Young Pac also, you don't know the name
We getting high on the west coast
West coast west coast
Got the best smoke, dollas like bird flow
Got my chest pumped, Henny in my red cup
Just a pipe boy, bottles up let's pour
[Hook:]
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me
[Verse 3:]
They call me disco Chuck
If I pull Lamborghini and that bitch gon fuck
Gas speed up gas speed up
Disrespect one of my niggas get your ass beat up
Diamond like 10, great J's feet up
Nigga on that ace tell that ass real?
We up with our claws on a lesbi
G6s playing for the RiRis
I tell a bitch back it up beep beep
She said chuck slow it down skeet skeet
She want the D
So I politely just come and I weave
She got one to me, roll up a tree
She want a nigga to break off the leash
She want them keys
Now now, baby
Remind me of E, rough rider baby
[Hook:]
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me
[Verse 1:]
It's the motherfucking world nigga
I be young and everywhere, the greatest ever get
If you fuck niggas asking them questions I got answers
Big booty, red boner like I'm dancing
The way a nigga blowing that strong might have cancer
Drop no top baby kemo
Shit around my waist cost a kilo
Same coupe, different colour, call it C-Lo
Mad Mexicana, out where she call me primo
She know I keep them shooters with me, never solo
Said she love the way I kick it like a tolo
Choppas layin all around the mental like the navy
Y'all don't know about this rap shit, this motherfucking crazy
Pop 20 bottles of Rose, we're by the pool nigga
Niggas at the gate where they all make a fool nigga
Do this shit till the sunset nigga
South central to sunset nigga
Mission Impossible, yea Tom Cruise shit
100 thousand Metatron, nigga fill a coupe ship
Like fucking two glocks in a bucket
Got my little niggas out of that, ain't got nothing
Don't know what you niggas is claiming, just throw it up
And I don't what these bitches are drinking, just pour it up
[Hook:]
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me
[Verse 2:]
I got some broads in my living room
More up on the way don't get offended boo
Ciros in the caban, if you hot then get up in the pool
Gotta kick it up for 20 suits
Young Magnificent with three on deck
Acting innocent till she take that sip
Dom Perignon and some Pinot grip
Some P Ciroc and probably some pink rose
Won't get thrown on that heavy shit
Fucking in some ice, on some icy stars
Gangsta remix, Young Keys and Game
Young Pac also, you don't know the name
We getting high on the west coast
West coast west coast
Got the best smoke, dollas like bird flow
Got my chest pumped, Henny in my red cup
Just a pipe boy, bottles up let's pour
[Hook:]
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me
[Verse 3:]
They call me disco Chuck
If I pull Lamborghini and that bitch gon fuck
Gas speed up gas speed up
Disrespect one of my niggas get your ass beat up
Diamond like 10, great J's feet up
Nigga on that ace tell that ass real?
We up with our claws on a lesbi
G6s playing for the RiRis
I tell a bitch back it up beep beep
She said chuck slow it down skeet skeet
She want the D
So I politely just come and I weave
She got one to me, roll up a tree
She want a nigga to break off the leash
She want them keys
Now now, baby
Remind me of E, rough rider baby
[Hook:]
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me
Scared Now lyrics - The Game (feat. Meek Mill)
[Hook:]
Who the fuck scared now?
Look who the fuck fed now
Had to hit him with the shotty nigga
Another dead fucking body nigga
Gansters, this is how we roll
Jesus Piece, and it's out of gold
Versace polo and a pound of dro
Hop in that Ghost, and it's adios
Who the fuck scared now?
Who the fuck scared now?
[Verse 1:]
Chased that nigga down, put him on worldstar
Bitch nigga got away, in his girl's car
Put that pussy on the net like a pornstar
Another weenie with bread, he a corndog
Put 3 holes in his head, like a bowling ball
I'm out the gutter switching lanes in a stolen car
Fuck the feds, cause a nigga got a murder charge
Fuck it though, got the cover of the murder dog
I dress up like the pizza man, load the desert eagle and
I don't just hit ya team, I wet the whole bleachers, damn
Specialize in the murder game
Documentary shit, back to Hurricane
Now tell a nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm the most feared rap nigga
Like a Just Blaze beat, I'll clap niggas
This ain't a Just Blaze beat, this ain't wrapped nigga
Voletta Wallace lost her son to a gat nigga
What if I told y'all I know who killed Biggie dog?
I ain't no snitch but if I did it ain't no biggie dog
Cause that's Biggie dog
All that's coming out the mouth of the nigga you used to know as being 50's dog
But I got tired of being 50's dog
Had to break my chain and cut that nigga 50 off
Whole team celebrating, label on my dick hard
Interscope asking "would I take 50's call"
Hello? Put up 10 mill for a real nigga
Drop this joint album and we'll kill niggas
G-Unit!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
All these niggas claiming they OG, my young boys will murder them
Cold shooters, that 16, and they ain't ever even heard of them
I slide through, I get a bird of them
And they drive through, and they serving them
These niggas talking that beef shit, I put bread on it, no burger bun
We walk up in this bitch like "what?"
Rollie on my wrist lights up
Told these niggas "can't do it like us"
Ciroc boy, and I do it like Puff
With 100 bottles, 100 models
No twitter, we come to follow
Straight shots and no Moscato
I fuck them hoes, don't give a fuck bout em
Now tell me who's scared now?
Shots fired, man down
Dead bodies get found
That chopper clip spits rounds
And real niggas get murdered
Top dogs get it first
He came to me in that Benz
And he left from here in a hearse
Woah!
[Hook]
Who the fuck scared now?
Look who the fuck fed now
Had to hit him with the shotty nigga
Another dead fucking body nigga
Gansters, this is how we roll
Jesus Piece, and it's out of gold
Versace polo and a pound of dro
Hop in that Ghost, and it's adios
Who the fuck scared now?
Who the fuck scared now?
[Verse 1:]
Chased that nigga down, put him on worldstar
Bitch nigga got away, in his girl's car
Put that pussy on the net like a pornstar
Another weenie with bread, he a corndog
Put 3 holes in his head, like a bowling ball
I'm out the gutter switching lanes in a stolen car
Fuck the feds, cause a nigga got a murder charge
Fuck it though, got the cover of the murder dog
I dress up like the pizza man, load the desert eagle and
I don't just hit ya team, I wet the whole bleachers, damn
Specialize in the murder game
Documentary shit, back to Hurricane
Now tell a nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm the most feared rap nigga
Like a Just Blaze beat, I'll clap niggas
This ain't a Just Blaze beat, this ain't wrapped nigga
Voletta Wallace lost her son to a gat nigga
What if I told y'all I know who killed Biggie dog?
I ain't no snitch but if I did it ain't no biggie dog
Cause that's Biggie dog
All that's coming out the mouth of the nigga you used to know as being 50's dog
But I got tired of being 50's dog
Had to break my chain and cut that nigga 50 off
Whole team celebrating, label on my dick hard
Interscope asking "would I take 50's call"
Hello? Put up 10 mill for a real nigga
Drop this joint album and we'll kill niggas
G-Unit!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
All these niggas claiming they OG, my young boys will murder them
Cold shooters, that 16, and they ain't ever even heard of them
I slide through, I get a bird of them
And they drive through, and they serving them
These niggas talking that beef shit, I put bread on it, no burger bun
We walk up in this bitch like "what?"
Rollie on my wrist lights up
Told these niggas "can't do it like us"
Ciroc boy, and I do it like Puff
With 100 bottles, 100 models
No twitter, we come to follow
Straight shots and no Moscato
I fuck them hoes, don't give a fuck bout em
Now tell me who's scared now?
Shots fired, man down
Dead bodies get found
That chopper clip spits rounds
And real niggas get murdered
Top dogs get it first
He came to me in that Benz
And he left from here in a hearse
Woah!
[Hook]
Ali Bomaye lyrics - The Game (feat. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross)
[Intro - Game:]
Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh
Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it cause my windows tinted?
Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it
You mad cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break
Well, I'mma fuck her 'til the springs break
[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz:]
Yeah, roll another one cause I'm winning
In my four door looking real photogenic
Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire
I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3,000
From the P houses, did it from the wee hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking
Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky
Uhn, that's pimpin' that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent
[Verse 2 - Game:]
Fuck y'all mad at me for
Got a black card, and a black phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case
[Verse 3 - Game:]
Fuck y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it
Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders
And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burners
Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K
And that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no Nona Gaye
But they yellin'...
[Hook - Game:]
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray
[Verse 4 - Rick Ross:]
I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp
Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself
Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along
[Verse 5 - Game:]
Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome
I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac
Extendos in the back, gonna lap
Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax
Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?
Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back
2 Chainz!
[Verse 6 - 2 Chainz:]
Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie, No Lie already got a plaque
Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce
Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence
If you got work, go to work, don't work at your residence
[Verse 7 - Game:]
...For presidents
Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in that muthafuckin' elephant
That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)
You know I got that work on the foreman grill
Weigh the muthafuckas in, made another mill'
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today
[Hook]
Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh
Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it cause my windows tinted?
Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it
You mad cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break
Well, I'mma fuck her 'til the springs break
[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz:]
Yeah, roll another one cause I'm winning
In my four door looking real photogenic
Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire
I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3,000
From the P houses, did it from the wee hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking
Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky
Uhn, that's pimpin' that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent
[Verse 2 - Game:]
Fuck y'all mad at me for
Got a black card, and a black phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case
[Verse 3 - Game:]
Fuck y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it
Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders
And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burners
Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K
And that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no Nona Gaye
But they yellin'...
[Hook - Game:]
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray
[Verse 4 - Rick Ross:]
I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp
Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself
Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along
[Verse 5 - Game:]
Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome
I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac
Extendos in the back, gonna lap
Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax
Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?
Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back
2 Chainz!
[Verse 6 - 2 Chainz:]
Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie, No Lie already got a plaque
Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce
Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence
If you got work, go to work, don't work at your residence
[Verse 7 - Game:]
...For presidents
Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in that muthafuckin' elephant
That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)
You know I got that work on the foreman grill
Weigh the muthafuckas in, made another mill'
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today
[Hook]
Jesus Piece lyrics - The Game (feat. Kanye West & Common)
[Verse 1: Game]
Tell 'em pray for me
It was God that brought Dre to me
Even brought the nigga Kanye for me
Bless - but them niggas shot Big
Made a nigga feel ashamed of the the city where he live
Make a nigga hate the logo on the Dodger cap
Thinking back to that beamer, wish my nigga Pac was strapped
But I'm dreaming Las Vegas Boulevard, Afeni's son's bullet scars
Everybody king of Diamonds until the feds pull they cards
Not the deck though
Hip Hop was better off when it was just Dre, Scarface, and Esco
Memoirs of the gold chain
It's a cold game nigga, Johnny Coltrane
Black Versaces with the gold frame
Nigga said he sold 'caine that's a bold claim
14 had a brain that could throw flames
So strange, have to blow they mind, Cobain
[Hook: Game & Kanye West]
Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah
Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah
Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah
Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)
Lord willin', I see a billion
'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece)
Throw them suicide doors up
And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece)
[Verse 2: Game]
That's the crack music, nigga
Never spit a verse cause I was making trap music, nigga
I'm not an army, I'm a movement
The flow is water, Andre tried to Ice Cube him
Ice Cubin', roof translucent
Chick on my side tryna get my Trues loose
When I'm talkin' 'bout God, she 'posed to bow her head
Now she all on the blog, steady postin' 'bout her head
Got me thinking like a father, is the world safe?
Got me clinging to my daughter like shark fins in water
Rocks in my ears something Titanic
This is my life and it's exactly how I planned it, damn it
God says everything happens for a reason
I seen four seasons at The Four Seasons
Take that chinchilla off, poor kids is freezing
Cookin' up in the same pot they ain't got to pee in
[Hook: Game & Kanye West]
[Verse 3: Common]
Pieces on gold leashes
Cruisers, around greases make them cohesive
I'm the sun shining with God features
Draw closer to a true blood bleeder, soul of a southern preacher
Went from dinner with bottom feeders to world leaders
We throw the peace up, knowing the world need us
Eagerness to live life and see the bright lights
To sacrifices we made it's sorta Christ-like
At the after party thinking what the afterlife's like
He paid for my sins, is it really priced right?
Fuck it, I see the light, raw Stacy delight
Can't deny my Jesus piece that's so Peter-like
Chicks crow for dough, get low for mo'
A combo she end up at the condo
Another Jane Doe or a golden angel
Pendant on an angle, watch the chain glow
[Hook: Game & Kanye West]
Tell 'em pray for me
It was God that brought Dre to me
Even brought the nigga Kanye for me
Bless - but them niggas shot Big
Made a nigga feel ashamed of the the city where he live
Make a nigga hate the logo on the Dodger cap
Thinking back to that beamer, wish my nigga Pac was strapped
But I'm dreaming Las Vegas Boulevard, Afeni's son's bullet scars
Everybody king of Diamonds until the feds pull they cards
Not the deck though
Hip Hop was better off when it was just Dre, Scarface, and Esco
Memoirs of the gold chain
It's a cold game nigga, Johnny Coltrane
Black Versaces with the gold frame
Nigga said he sold 'caine that's a bold claim
14 had a brain that could throw flames
So strange, have to blow they mind, Cobain
[Hook: Game & Kanye West]
Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah
Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah
Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah
Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)
Lord willin', I see a billion
'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece)
Throw them suicide doors up
And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece)
[Verse 2: Game]
That's the crack music, nigga
Never spit a verse cause I was making trap music, nigga
I'm not an army, I'm a movement
The flow is water, Andre tried to Ice Cube him
Ice Cubin', roof translucent
Chick on my side tryna get my Trues loose
When I'm talkin' 'bout God, she 'posed to bow her head
Now she all on the blog, steady postin' 'bout her head
Got me thinking like a father, is the world safe?
Got me clinging to my daughter like shark fins in water
Rocks in my ears something Titanic
This is my life and it's exactly how I planned it, damn it
God says everything happens for a reason
I seen four seasons at The Four Seasons
Take that chinchilla off, poor kids is freezing
Cookin' up in the same pot they ain't got to pee in
[Hook: Game & Kanye West]
[Verse 3: Common]
Pieces on gold leashes
Cruisers, around greases make them cohesive
I'm the sun shining with God features
Draw closer to a true blood bleeder, soul of a southern preacher
Went from dinner with bottom feeders to world leaders
We throw the peace up, knowing the world need us
Eagerness to live life and see the bright lights
To sacrifices we made it's sorta Christ-like
At the after party thinking what the afterlife's like
He paid for my sins, is it really priced right?
Fuck it, I see the light, raw Stacy delight
Can't deny my Jesus piece that's so Peter-like
Chicks crow for dough, get low for mo'
A combo she end up at the condo
Another Jane Doe or a golden angel
Pendant on an angle, watch the chain glow
[Hook: Game & Kanye West]
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