Savage Lifestyle lyrics - The Game
Can you pan over a little bit? Look at this right here, this is a suburban type jeep with a sharp shooter peering outside of the sunroof with an automatic rifle. It appears to be a scene you might see in Operation Desert Storm and we've been seeing this all night
It's a trap, it's a trap
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black
Matter of fact we in blindfolds
Bunch of lost souls
Kids shot dead in the streets now they eyes closed
How you call the angels when it's kings getting beat up
And Gil Garcetti in his office with his feet up
No way to dodge police brutality
Selling crack cocaine, making a teacher's salary
Mexicans hopping the borders in the thousands
Become cholos, one button pendleton and they styling
Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with they gold chains
Bloods sporting corn rows and Chucks with the red strings
Sun going down so them Chevys about to roll out
Fiends scratching themselves, stumbling out the dope house
Niggas tying bandanas, bout to put the drum on
Make it home 'fore street lights come on
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
So grab that gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, light that shit
Grab that stick, grab that brick
Throw it
It's time to riot if you don't see black owned in the window
It's on fire
Start here, end up over there
The smell of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear
This is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware
And don't care
Tell the national guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain't scared
So fuck the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change and we ain't waiting, fuck patience
The government corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood looking like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, they broke down
White people wishing that they was at home
Asians fronting like they business is black owned
Far from stupid, we coming in the stores tripping
Running in swap meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anything that break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle rockets through the window
Kids that would never smoke indo
Fiends kicking in doors, steeling Nintendos
Niggas robbing liquor stores with taped up duck hunt guns
City burning but it's fucked up fun
National guards on the corner
They don't know the hood, they foreigners
We was busting at the cops before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flying over the hood, they see us
Showing the fuck out, cleaning the trucks out
Niggas mobbing down the streets pushing big screens and baskets
Staring straight into the cameras
No ski mask, just pandemonium
Niggas looting what they homies in
Running around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they gonna stop us?
When the last 50 years we accustomed to window shopping
So we taking lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in gasoline
And set this motherfucker on (fire)
The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, yeah, (fire)
1992, was you here for the (fire)
Uh-huh
Standing on the corner with a brick in my hand
When my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Footlocker chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas crip walking where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, driving by niggas in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, cause that's a no-no
Running through the malls, give us everything polo
The first time niggas ain't have beef with the cholos
'92 fire lit the skyline
And why loot? To capture that forbidden troop
Cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them high beams
We out here selling chronic, we ain't have no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burning, you gon' need more than Visine
We making a movie better than anyone that I've seen
Should be on ShowTime, HBO, Cinemax
Get a match, we gon' make sure that y'all remember that (fire)
The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, yeah, (fire)
1992, was you here for the (fire)
Uh-huh
Make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
This ain't living, this ain't living
No-no baby, this ain't living
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no chance
To increase
It's a trap, it's a trap
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black
Matter of fact we in blindfolds
Bunch of lost souls
Kids shot dead in the streets now they eyes closed
How you call the angels when it's kings getting beat up
And Gil Garcetti in his office with his feet up
No way to dodge police brutality
Selling crack cocaine, making a teacher's salary
Mexicans hopping the borders in the thousands
Become cholos, one button pendleton and they styling
Crips on the corner in Dodger blue with they gold chains
Bloods sporting corn rows and Chucks with the red strings
Sun going down so them Chevys about to roll out
Fiends scratching themselves, stumbling out the dope house
Niggas tying bandanas, bout to put the drum on
Make it home 'fore street lights come on
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
The way we living savage
So grab that gun, load that clip
Grab that torch, light that shit
Grab that stick, grab that brick
Throw it
It's time to riot if you don't see black owned in the window
It's on fire
Start here, end up over there
The smell of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear
This is pain and despair
We burn our own shit and we aware
And don't care
Tell the national guards to disappear
We got guns too and we ain't scared
So fuck the man, fuck the President Bush and his legislation
Shit gotta change and we ain't waiting, fuck patience
The government corrupt, I can prove it
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood looking like low clouds
Cars with no miles on fire, they broke down
White people wishing that they was at home
Asians fronting like they business is black owned
Far from stupid, we coming in the stores tripping
Running in swap meets for they Jordans and they Pippins
Crowbars, bats, anything that break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle rockets through the window
Kids that would never smoke indo
Fiends kicking in doors, steeling Nintendos
Niggas robbing liquor stores with taped up duck hunt guns
City burning but it's fucked up fun
National guards on the corner
They don't know the hood, they foreigners
We was busting at the cops before Chris Dorner
Ghetto birds flying over the hood, they see us
Showing the fuck out, cleaning the trucks out
Niggas mobbing down the streets pushing big screens and baskets
Staring straight into the cameras
No ski mask, just pandemonium
Niggas looting what they homies in
Running around with Scarface guns like they was Tony and them
Who, what, where, when, how the fuck they gonna stop us?
When the last 50 years we accustomed to window shopping
So we taking lighters to the tip of magazines
Dip 'em in gasoline
And set this motherfucker on (fire)
The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, yeah, (fire)
1992, was you here for the (fire)
Uh-huh
Standing on the corner with a brick in my hand
When my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Footlocker chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas crip walking where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, driving by niggas in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, cause that's a no-no
Running through the malls, give us everything polo
The first time niggas ain't have beef with the cholos
'92 fire lit the skyline
And why loot? To capture that forbidden troop
Cause Adam never ate the fruit
Fuck your blue suits, your badge, and them high beams
We out here selling chronic, we ain't have no Jimmy Iovines
Shit burning, you gon' need more than Visine
We making a movie better than anyone that I've seen
Should be on ShowTime, HBO, Cinemax
Get a match, we gon' make sure that y'all remember that (fire)
The whole world watching, Los Angeles is on (fire)
Yeah, yeah, (fire)
1992, was you here for the (fire)
Uh-huh
Make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holla
The way they do my life
This ain't living, this ain't living
No-no baby, this ain't living
No, no, no, no
Inflation, no chance
To increase
True Colors / It's On lyrics - The Game
[Part 1 - True Colors]
This ain't nothin' nigga. All this gang bangin' shit? It ain't nothin' homie, it ain't nothin'. I'd give it up, I'm in this shit for a purpose man. I got a reason dude to get up out of this shit nigga. All that shit ain't nothin' homie. Ask yourself what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now what two colors did we pick? I'm talkin' bout we as black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what's left? White. Damn right nigga we killin' each other homie
[Sample - Ice T:]
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter
My daddy was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang banging my family got torn in it, all over
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me "son don't you ever be like me"
The bloods want to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci
Then one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and everything was red
I'm surrounded by
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you nigga
But the Crips would never lay down
They thought that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold motherfucker
Niggas dyin' over
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
[Part 2 - It's On]
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
[Osbe Chill:]
These rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin Village
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., Tiny M
It's struggle first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm flowin' after
The cabbage is all that matters
I'm laughin', these niggas cowards
It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from the jungle, all the homies call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and
If someone took the flag out my pocket
This ain't nothin' nigga. All this gang bangin' shit? It ain't nothin' homie, it ain't nothin'. I'd give it up, I'm in this shit for a purpose man. I got a reason dude to get up out of this shit nigga. All that shit ain't nothin' homie. Ask yourself what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now what two colors did we pick? I'm talkin' bout we as black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what's left? White. Damn right nigga we killin' each other homie
[Sample - Ice T:]
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter
My daddy was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang banging my family got torn in it, all over
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me "son don't you ever be like me"
The bloods want to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's shorter than Joe Pesci
Then one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and everything was red
I'm surrounded by
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sippin' on these niggas
If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you nigga
But the Crips would never lay down
They thought that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold motherfucker
Niggas dyin' over
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
[Part 2 - It's On]
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
[Osbe Chill:]
These rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin Village
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., Tiny M
It's struggle first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm flowin' after
The cabbage is all that matters
I'm laughin', these niggas cowards
It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from the jungle, all the homies call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Bompton lyrics - The Game
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Six in the morning, police at my door
Woulda seen them niggas coming but the cameras is broke
My nigga Ant in the kitchen cooking up for a week
And my lil homie Pooh on my mama couch sleep
We cooking base, we cooking base
We cooking base, we cooking base
50 grams on the table, a key in the couch tucked
And it's time to break it down cause everything getting flushed
Looking out the window tryna find a way out
Seen the SWAT team creeping on the side of the house
They threw a canister through the window, it shattered the glass
So I went into the closet and pulled out my gas mask
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
And I die before I go back to jail, tell them niggas this is
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
Nigga fuck the cops
They're supposed to have my house surrounded but it's not
So I'm hopping over the back gate with my Glock
Crossing Wilmington with 1500 in my sock
Look across the street, they running in and out my spot
Ant on the curb in cuffs
And Pooh don't know what's going on cause he just woke up
Till my Cincinnati fitted walked in and out the store
Ain't find no drugs or guns so they let my niggas go
We supreme, we mix that Sprite with that Promethazine
Hop in that Cutlass, hit the switch and flee the scene
Euro coming up the block looking like a monster
Chucking up P's when we riding through
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Riding down Alameda, everything was straight
Until we stopped at a light, and ran into the grapes
My heart beating like a 15 inch with bass
Cause I reached for my strap and it wasn't on my waist
I'm a fool
What kind of nigga go to work without his tools?
And you often watch wearing red like it's bool
It's usually on sight with the crips
My guns stuck between the seats and them niggas ain't trip
Bust a left on Imperial, sliding on gold rims
Empty the guts out the swisher then hop on the 110
Look around, I don't see one black and white
So we rolled the windows up and hotboxed at the light, yeah
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
Watch Kobe score 60 on the Jazz, now we heading back to
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
Six in the morning, police at my door
Woulda seen them niggas coming but the cameras is broke
My nigga Ant in the kitchen cooking up for a week
And my lil homie Pooh on my mama couch sleep
We cooking base, we cooking base
We cooking base, we cooking base
50 grams on the table, a key in the couch tucked
And it's time to break it down cause everything getting flushed
Looking out the window tryna find a way out
Seen the SWAT team creeping on the side of the house
They threw a canister through the window, it shattered the glass
So I went into the closet and pulled out my gas mask
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
And I die before I go back to jail, tell them niggas this is
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
Nigga fuck the cops
They're supposed to have my house surrounded but it's not
So I'm hopping over the back gate with my Glock
Crossing Wilmington with 1500 in my sock
Look across the street, they running in and out my spot
Ant on the curb in cuffs
And Pooh don't know what's going on cause he just woke up
Till my Cincinnati fitted walked in and out the store
Ain't find no drugs or guns so they let my niggas go
We supreme, we mix that Sprite with that Promethazine
Hop in that Cutlass, hit the switch and flee the scene
Euro coming up the block looking like a monster
Chucking up P's when we riding through
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Riding down Alameda, everything was straight
Until we stopped at a light, and ran into the grapes
My heart beating like a 15 inch with bass
Cause I reached for my strap and it wasn't on my waist
I'm a fool
What kind of nigga go to work without his tools?
And you often watch wearing red like it's bool
It's usually on sight with the crips
My guns stuck between the seats and them niggas ain't trip
Bust a left on Imperial, sliding on gold rims
Empty the guts out the swisher then hop on the 110
Look around, I don't see one black and white
So we rolled the windows up and hotboxed at the light, yeah
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
Watch Kobe score 60 on the Jazz, now we heading back to
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha
Fuck Orange Juice lyrics - The Game
You see these white people vote for Trump but they don't give a fuck about OJ
I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don't give a fuck about OJ
And don't go out like OJ
Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can't go out like OJ
White Bronco through the city like El Chapo
I get my dick sucked as I pulled up in Del Taco
It's the coach, you the presence of the ghost
Nigga say he can outrap me? I DOC his throat, fuck him
Guns, I tuck 'em, bitches I bust 'em
My niggas kidnap kids like Ciara and Russell, uh
That ain't no future for me, now come and touch mine
Your whole family tree'll get flatlined
Face off, twin Desert Eagles crack spines
I ain't joking so keep playing on the batline
This ain't Gotham, this is Compton nigga
We mix Red Bulls with vodka nigga
We blow chronic and sleep with monsters nigga
Try to be conscious, get left unconscious nigga
And we got rocket launchers nigga
Ain't never been to Iraq, the government sponsor niggas
You see these white people vote for Trump but they don't give a fuck about OJ
I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don't give a fuck about OJ
And don't go out like OJ
Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can't go out like OJ
I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don't give a fuck about OJ
And don't go out like OJ
Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can't go out like OJ
White Bronco through the city like El Chapo
I get my dick sucked as I pulled up in Del Taco
It's the coach, you the presence of the ghost
Nigga say he can outrap me? I DOC his throat, fuck him
Guns, I tuck 'em, bitches I bust 'em
My niggas kidnap kids like Ciara and Russell, uh
That ain't no future for me, now come and touch mine
Your whole family tree'll get flatlined
Face off, twin Desert Eagles crack spines
I ain't joking so keep playing on the batline
This ain't Gotham, this is Compton nigga
We mix Red Bulls with vodka nigga
We blow chronic and sleep with monsters nigga
Try to be conscious, get left unconscious nigga
And we got rocket launchers nigga
Ain't never been to Iraq, the government sponsor niggas
You see these white people vote for Trump but they don't give a fuck about OJ
I watch the nigga whole TV show and still don't give a fuck about OJ
And don't go out like OJ
Beat a murder, went to jail for some football cards, I can't go out like OJ
The Juice lyrics - The Game
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the
It been 10 years since you heard from niggas on the west side
Now we on the cover of the Vibe
A nigga shot me five times
I'm happy to be alive
And my mama told me
(You got the juice now baby)
My first album went 5 times plat
Looking for California, it was on my back
I was 23 when I had my first kid
And his mama told him when he came out
(You got the juice)
Like father, like son, uh
Top down, Mercedes throttle
Wrist looking like a nigga just played the lotto
I am to Compton what Ye is to Pablo
Run up on the car, just spray with hollows
I grew up in the six-trey Impala
Ain't make the league but I made the dollars
Recording my demo, knew Dre will follow
Remember Eve told me
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby
Left the Unit and the world went cray
I blame it on the California mind state
Too much weed, weather, women, chronic seeds, ass, titties
Can a nigga pour his Henny
Without niggas acting fake in his motherfucking face one time
'Fore I pull the .40 up out the waist line
I'm the first Compton nigga Dr. Dre signed
And Mary J told me at baseline
(You got the juice now baby)
Then my second album went plat too
And it was thug life with this Eazy tattoo
But I never forgot where I came from
Or where I got my name from
My grandma told me
(You got the juice now baby)
And here's something I can't forget
My mama brought a nigga up on that LA gangster shit
Your boy ain't never gonna change mama
Here's some change mama and a Range mama
She looked back and said
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby
So much pressure applied
All this pressure applied
Pray, this pressure applied to our lives
Feels like we gon' bust, feels like we gon' bust
Over gestures you die
Ain't no question that I'm tryna make it out alive
But sometimes
Feels like I'm gon' bust, feels like I'm gon' bust
Feels like I'm gon' bust, yeah, feels like I'm gon' bust, oh
So much pressure applied
All this pressure, I'm fly
Greatest pressure, applied to our lives
We gon' bust, gon' bust
You got the juice now baby, you got the, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the
It been 10 years since you heard from niggas on the west side
Now we on the cover of the Vibe
A nigga shot me five times
I'm happy to be alive
And my mama told me
(You got the juice now baby)
My first album went 5 times plat
Looking for California, it was on my back
I was 23 when I had my first kid
And his mama told him when he came out
(You got the juice)
Like father, like son, uh
Top down, Mercedes throttle
Wrist looking like a nigga just played the lotto
I am to Compton what Ye is to Pablo
Run up on the car, just spray with hollows
I grew up in the six-trey Impala
Ain't make the league but I made the dollars
Recording my demo, knew Dre will follow
Remember Eve told me
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby
Left the Unit and the world went cray
I blame it on the California mind state
Too much weed, weather, women, chronic seeds, ass, titties
Can a nigga pour his Henny
Without niggas acting fake in his motherfucking face one time
'Fore I pull the .40 up out the waist line
I'm the first Compton nigga Dr. Dre signed
And Mary J told me at baseline
(You got the juice now baby)
Then my second album went plat too
And it was thug life with this Eazy tattoo
But I never forgot where I came from
Or where I got my name from
My grandma told me
(You got the juice now baby)
And here's something I can't forget
My mama brought a nigga up on that LA gangster shit
Your boy ain't never gonna change mama
Here's some change mama and a Range mama
She looked back and said
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the juice now baby, you got the juice
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby
You got the, you got the, you got the juice now baby
So much pressure applied
All this pressure applied
Pray, this pressure applied to our lives
Feels like we gon' bust, feels like we gon' bust
Over gestures you die
Ain't no question that I'm tryna make it out alive
But sometimes
Feels like I'm gon' bust, feels like I'm gon' bust
Feels like I'm gon' bust, yeah, feels like I'm gon' bust, oh
So much pressure applied
All this pressure, I'm fly
Greatest pressure, applied to our lives
We gon' bust, gon' bust
Young Niggas lyrics - The Game
Ray Ray - So what's up Lil J?
Lil J - We down Ray Ray
Ray Ray - So what set you claiming?
Lil J - Claiming Hoover and South Shores, we down with 32's in most quads, straight like that
Ray Ray - Straight like that huh?
We grew up as friends
We was 10, lil niggas on the block
He ain't have his own basketball so we shared my rock
His mama was a fiend, he ain't heard from his pops
He used to share my clothes with him all the way down to his socks
He would spend a night, that one night would turn into a week
At least until his mama got back on her feet
And she never did
So he moved in with me, my mama, and my sisters
Couldn't let him go to foster care cause she ain't trust the system
So she took care of him like he was me
Gave us everything she could back when shit was all good
Just some young niggas
We was just some young niggas
We was just some young niggas
Niggas turned 12 in '92, we was headed to the 7th grade
Running 'round, stealing cars, dreaming about the better days
Ducking strays, catching fades tryna make it through this maze
Teachers out here smoking J's and wonder why we misbehave
Same book, different page
Another year, different age
Cross colors, colors cross, bows turning into fades
He started cripping, I started blooding
Now we walking through the halls of school like we don't even know each other
Young nigga out in these streets
(Out in these streets)
We was just some young niggas
(All in these streets to feed)
Young niggas
(Lord knows I don't want no enemies yeah)
(Young niggas in the streets)
Started off as brothers but sometimes shit falls apart
How can I hate this nigga with all this love up in my heart
With this nigga mean mugging
Every time we in the class
Nigga tuck that blue rag or I'm beat your fucking ass
Guess my mind gone
Caught him after school, he ain't had no ride home
Still got that rag hanging, that's what got him fired on
He pulled the strap so I pistol whipped him with the chrome
Wasn't tryna kill him, coulda pulled the trigger
I was just a young nigga
Young nigga out in these streets
(Out in these streets)
Just a young nigga
(All in these streets to feed)
Just a young nigga
(Lord knows I don't want no enemies yeah)
I was just a young nigga
(Young niggas in the streets)
Whopped my nigga ass, he ain't take it on the chin
Rumor started to spread, guess I saw him when I see him
Two weeks pass and graduation came around
I was walking through the choir, .45 under my gown
Had to take a leak, so I headed to the bathroom
Corner of my eye, see him coming out of the class room
We exchange words so I cocked the 45th
He shot, I shot back, thank God I ain't get hit
But damn I miss my young nigga
(Out in these streets)
Just a young nigga
(All in these streets to feed)
Just a young nigga
(Lord knows I don't want no enemies yeah)
(Young niggas in the streets)
Young niggas, young niggas, young niggas
I ain't the one nigga
Down with my young niggas
Lil J - We down Ray Ray
Ray Ray - So what set you claiming?
Lil J - Claiming Hoover and South Shores, we down with 32's in most quads, straight like that
Ray Ray - Straight like that huh?
We grew up as friends
We was 10, lil niggas on the block
He ain't have his own basketball so we shared my rock
His mama was a fiend, he ain't heard from his pops
He used to share my clothes with him all the way down to his socks
He would spend a night, that one night would turn into a week
At least until his mama got back on her feet
And she never did
So he moved in with me, my mama, and my sisters
Couldn't let him go to foster care cause she ain't trust the system
So she took care of him like he was me
Gave us everything she could back when shit was all good
Just some young niggas
We was just some young niggas
We was just some young niggas
Niggas turned 12 in '92, we was headed to the 7th grade
Running 'round, stealing cars, dreaming about the better days
Ducking strays, catching fades tryna make it through this maze
Teachers out here smoking J's and wonder why we misbehave
Same book, different page
Another year, different age
Cross colors, colors cross, bows turning into fades
He started cripping, I started blooding
Now we walking through the halls of school like we don't even know each other
Young nigga out in these streets
(Out in these streets)
We was just some young niggas
(All in these streets to feed)
Young niggas
(Lord knows I don't want no enemies yeah)
(Young niggas in the streets)
Started off as brothers but sometimes shit falls apart
How can I hate this nigga with all this love up in my heart
With this nigga mean mugging
Every time we in the class
Nigga tuck that blue rag or I'm beat your fucking ass
Guess my mind gone
Caught him after school, he ain't had no ride home
Still got that rag hanging, that's what got him fired on
He pulled the strap so I pistol whipped him with the chrome
Wasn't tryna kill him, coulda pulled the trigger
I was just a young nigga
Young nigga out in these streets
(Out in these streets)
Just a young nigga
(All in these streets to feed)
Just a young nigga
(Lord knows I don't want no enemies yeah)
I was just a young nigga
(Young niggas in the streets)
Whopped my nigga ass, he ain't take it on the chin
Rumor started to spread, guess I saw him when I see him
Two weeks pass and graduation came around
I was walking through the choir, .45 under my gown
Had to take a leak, so I headed to the bathroom
Corner of my eye, see him coming out of the class room
We exchange words so I cocked the 45th
He shot, I shot back, thank God I ain't get hit
But damn I miss my young nigga
(Out in these streets)
Just a young nigga
(All in these streets to feed)
Just a young nigga
(Lord knows I don't want no enemies yeah)
(Young niggas in the streets)
Young niggas, young niggas, young niggas
I ain't the one nigga
Down with my young niggas
The Soundtrack (1992) lyrics - The Game
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
Maybe I should move a little
Smoke a little
Fuck around, get high a little
Start reminiscing about the old times
12 years old, cars driving by with gangsters in it
You ain't stand too long cause you already knew it was gangsters in it, nigga
Yeah when everything was copacetic
Till niggas got off them 40 ounces, that's when even the pope can get it
Chronic smoke all in the air, ain't nobody playing fair
And Snoop Dogg had all these niggas around here tryna braid they hair
Red and blue, khaki suits
Us lil niggas got active too
From Lincoln Park, back to the fruits
Us lil niggas had ratchets too
So what you saying nigga?
We ain't playing nigga
We kill your daddy and let your mama do all that praying nigga
Lose your fucking life when them
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
My mama was a gangster nigga
My daddy was just a gangster nigga
Wasn't for them I wouldn't be from Compton
I should probably thank them niggas
Taught me how to shoot, rob, kill, how to shank a nigga
Maybe I should blame them for all these cases where I done banked a nigga
AKs out of M3's
Prostitutes on bent knees
Gun shots on Greenleaf
All these 64s, no Bentleys nigga
Euros on Cutlasses, you can't rent these niggas
Bout to do a drive-by tonight, that's why we tint these nigga
Heard shots rang out, just riding on my 10 speed
Seen the windows down and the bitch squeezed
Nigga almost died tryna get some weed
So don't be fooled by the palm trees
This Compton nigga, that 310
That 213, we on Death Row
Ain't no one escape unless you DRE
And that's how I felt when
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
Maybe I should move a little
Smoke a little
Fuck around, get high a little
Start reminiscing about the old times
12 years old, cars driving by with gangsters in it
You ain't stand too long cause you already knew it was gangsters in it, nigga
Yeah when everything was copacetic
Till niggas got off them 40 ounces, that's when even the pope can get it
Chronic smoke all in the air, ain't nobody playing fair
And Snoop Dogg had all these niggas around here tryna braid they hair
Red and blue, khaki suits
Us lil niggas got active too
From Lincoln Park, back to the fruits
Us lil niggas had ratchets too
So what you saying nigga?
We ain't playing nigga
We kill your daddy and let your mama do all that praying nigga
Lose your fucking life when them
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
My mama was a gangster nigga
My daddy was just a gangster nigga
Wasn't for them I wouldn't be from Compton
I should probably thank them niggas
Taught me how to shoot, rob, kill, how to shank a nigga
Maybe I should blame them for all these cases where I done banked a nigga
AKs out of M3's
Prostitutes on bent knees
Gun shots on Greenleaf
All these 64s, no Bentleys nigga
Euros on Cutlasses, you can't rent these niggas
Bout to do a drive-by tonight, that's why we tint these nigga
Heard shots rang out, just riding on my 10 speed
Seen the windows down and the bitch squeezed
Nigga almost died tryna get some weed
So don't be fooled by the palm trees
This Compton nigga, that 310
That 213, we on Death Row
Ain't no one escape unless you DRE
And that's how I felt when
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
The soundtrack to the ghetto was The Chronic
I Grew Up On Wu-Tang lyrics - The Game
[Raekwon:]
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo, rocking the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way I be gettin' the G off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rolling with this one and that one
(Bongo by the way, red Wallabies)
Buzzing with my Killa Beez
Chronic had my eyes chinky like Compton was the Philippines
Junior prom, red suit, Tasha in that limousine
Tryna suck the head off my dick like a guillotine
Came in her mouth, then gave her some Listerine
Put a condom on and let her grind it like a centipede
(Cash rules everything around me)
Before Dre found me
Before my city crowned me
Bummie lil nigga, pussy niggas used to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits used to drown me
6 years passed now I'm banging in the county
Niggas that used to talk shit won't even come around me
Reciting Method Man while my cellie just sit there
Niggas know I been on the Wu before Ric Flair
Came home through the hood, GX shining
Now these bitches think I'm Lex Diamonds
Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang
Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang
(Cash rules everything around me)
(Cash rules everything around me)
I grew up on Wu-Tang
Dope had my shoe game Liu Kang
Jordan 12's sick as hell, Michael Jordan flu game
Glass jar, Pyrex, obsessed with the blue flame
Lexus coupe, rubbing on them titties boy, 2 Chainz
Top of the food chain, niggas wanna kill me
Cause I turned into the plug, I'm where the chronic and the pills be
RZA with the rings, Old Dirty with the stainless
5 .38 revolvers, 36 chambers
Killah like Ghostface
As the Rollie rotate
Daytons on the S-Class equipped with the floor safe
And we had the stash spots with them red and blue tops
Chronic in the gladlock
The dope spot padlocked
In the living room bagging shit up watching Matt Lock
Black Glock, crack rock bundled in my black socks
And my mama working late
Skinny nigga serving weight
Let the chronic circulate the purple tape
I grew up on Wu-Tang
Nigga I grew up on Wu-Tang
(Cash rules everything around me)
(Cash rules everything around me)
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all)
However Do You Want It lyrics - The Game
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Ha-ha
Steady, are you ready? What's going on?
Steady, are you ready? Are you ready? What's going on?
What's going on?
Cold rushed air
Feel the melody that's in the air
I'm down, take a look around
What's going down?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
Ayo it's time for the function
Time to bring dinner to all of these nigga luncheon
This for 2Pac, Heron, Bountry
Halloween mask, carve one of you pumpkins
Empty the pills out, fire up the purp now
Game is back, lil niggas pull your skirt down
Flow ice cold, Max Julian on a ho
Used to run the rock, Jim Brown in the snow
Moncler bomber, armor Under Armour
.38 special cause I believe in karma
Double entendre holding your Aunt Sandra
Then we can talk the location I left your mama
Lost on the ganja, letting my mind wander
Made for the drama like a fucking mixtape
Use a Phantom in a drive-by nigga and switch plates
Getting the bigger pool the only way to diss Drake
And I'm coming
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
Don't compare me to shit I ain't none of you niggas
I'll smoke your lil mafia in front of you nigga
Left Aftermath cause I wanted to nigga
Still pull up on Dre and smoke a blunt or two, nigga it's lit
Came in the game like a red nose pit
You got business in LA? I dead your shit
Shut video shoots down, turn airplanes around
Knowledge in belly anonymous rounds
Tryna host AOD and niggas lying you down
Of course the wolves can smell when vagina in town
Turn these niggas inside out like Killa Cam back
Intercepted at the airport, nigga the Rams back
Flying Spur, top missing like Ginobili
Grill all gold, that's my motherfucking whoadie
Love when niggas act like they don't know me
Still I start shooting, remind 'em of the old Kobe
Slife
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
Cold rushed air
Feel the melody that's in the air
I'm down, take a look around
What's going down?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
Nigga, I'm my own Suge, report to nobody
Give these niggas awards and they still nobodies
I don't go to the Grammies, nigga I bag those
Fuck the BET awards, I done had those
Fuck a freestyle, nigga this a cash flow
Young Jay and I ain't never had a Jaz-0
Ask Kanye "who the real asshole?"
Cuban links smoking a Cuban, Fidel Castro
Feet up at Mastero's, table full of models
I'ma fuck 'em all, right hand on the bible
Head game crazy, mommy suicidal
Rubbing on my dick while she download Tidal
This the life of Pablo mixed with Mercielagos
A product of gin and juice inside of my baby bottle
Said this the life of Pablo mixed with Mercielagos
No more parties in LA or Chicago
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
Ha-ha
Steady, are you ready? What's going on?
Steady, are you ready? Are you ready? What's going on?
What's going on?
Cold rushed air
Feel the melody that's in the air
I'm down, take a look around
What's going down?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
Ayo it's time for the function
Time to bring dinner to all of these nigga luncheon
This for 2Pac, Heron, Bountry
Halloween mask, carve one of you pumpkins
Empty the pills out, fire up the purp now
Game is back, lil niggas pull your skirt down
Flow ice cold, Max Julian on a ho
Used to run the rock, Jim Brown in the snow
Moncler bomber, armor Under Armour
.38 special cause I believe in karma
Double entendre holding your Aunt Sandra
Then we can talk the location I left your mama
Lost on the ganja, letting my mind wander
Made for the drama like a fucking mixtape
Use a Phantom in a drive-by nigga and switch plates
Getting the bigger pool the only way to diss Drake
And I'm coming
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
Don't compare me to shit I ain't none of you niggas
I'll smoke your lil mafia in front of you nigga
Left Aftermath cause I wanted to nigga
Still pull up on Dre and smoke a blunt or two, nigga it's lit
Came in the game like a red nose pit
You got business in LA? I dead your shit
Shut video shoots down, turn airplanes around
Knowledge in belly anonymous rounds
Tryna host AOD and niggas lying you down
Of course the wolves can smell when vagina in town
Turn these niggas inside out like Killa Cam back
Intercepted at the airport, nigga the Rams back
Flying Spur, top missing like Ginobili
Grill all gold, that's my motherfucking whoadie
Love when niggas act like they don't know me
Still I start shooting, remind 'em of the old Kobe
Slife
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
Cold rushed air
Feel the melody that's in the air
I'm down, take a look around
What's going down?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
Nigga, I'm my own Suge, report to nobody
Give these niggas awards and they still nobodies
I don't go to the Grammies, nigga I bag those
Fuck the BET awards, I done had those
Fuck a freestyle, nigga this a cash flow
Young Jay and I ain't never had a Jaz-0
Ask Kanye "who the real asshole?"
Cuban links smoking a Cuban, Fidel Castro
Feet up at Mastero's, table full of models
I'ma fuck 'em all, right hand on the bible
Head game crazy, mommy suicidal
Rubbing on my dick while she download Tidal
This the life of Pablo mixed with Mercielagos
A product of gin and juice inside of my baby bottle
Said this the life of Pablo mixed with Mercielagos
No more parties in LA or Chicago
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
However do you want me? However do you need me?
(Whenever you want it, however you want it)
However do you want me? However do you need me?
However do you want me? However do you need me?
Baby You lyrics - The Game (feat. Jason Derulo)
[The Game:]
Baby you
Baby, baby you
Baby you, baby
Baby you know you got me going crazy
You run around my head like these waves
Yeah baby you
You know that you the one that I adore
The one I introduce to Tom Ford at dinner
That was you
You'se the one I fell in love with
The one I move these drugs with
But now you on some fuck shit
Anybody but you
I ain't figured it that you would be the one to cut me
Leave me on the floor fucking bloody, God damn
Baby you, you had me fooled the whole time
Now you got me in King of Diamonds giving these hoes time
Girl, baby you
I can't blame you though
When you see the door, you see the door
Now listen, baby you
[Jason Derulo:]
Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be thinking bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain't no one make me feel unsatisfied, no
But baby you, you got me going
But you got me going, you got me going
But you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh
[The Game:]
Tell me how you think we living how we live?
Like you the one that put us in these cribs
Not me but baby you
Like I ain't getting money for these shows
I guess you think I'm tripping on these hoes
They fans but look at you
Who in them Celine bags? Who in them Giuseppes?
Louboutins, wanna bet me? I win cause it's you
You begged me to get on that show
I ain't want it but you did
I'm a real nigga I did it for you
You don't see Swizz and Alicia
Kim K and Kanye arguing all the time
It's just you
I begged you to marry me
Half a million dollars out my safe down the drain
But fuck it cause that was you
Damn we got some beautiful kids
But you never say it something we did
I guess your baby daddy you
Regardless of the shit we go through
I got Jason in the booth, 2 AM singing shit about you
[Jason Derulo:]
Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be thinking bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain't no one make me feel unsatisfied, no
But baby you, you got me going
But you got me going, you got me going
But you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh
Blood is money and I spent it on ya
Ain't it funny how it ended up in
You said you'd go down for the last time
But we both know it's not the last one
But I saved mine
Long as you going down
I'm a tell you what you want to hear
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah, oh
I'm a tell you baby
You got me, you get me
What you need a ring for?
When you got me baby, yeah, yeah
Don't listen to what your friends say
Don't listen to what other people say
Don't listen to the blogs baby
Cause they full of shit, oh, oh
[The Game:]
Oh, oh
Yeah baby, yeah baby
Baby you
Baby, baby you
Baby you, baby
Baby you know you got me going crazy
You run around my head like these waves
Yeah baby you
You know that you the one that I adore
The one I introduce to Tom Ford at dinner
That was you
You'se the one I fell in love with
The one I move these drugs with
But now you on some fuck shit
Anybody but you
I ain't figured it that you would be the one to cut me
Leave me on the floor fucking bloody, God damn
Baby you, you had me fooled the whole time
Now you got me in King of Diamonds giving these hoes time
Girl, baby you
I can't blame you though
When you see the door, you see the door
Now listen, baby you
[Jason Derulo:]
Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be thinking bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain't no one make me feel unsatisfied, no
But baby you, you got me going
But you got me going, you got me going
But you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh
[The Game:]
Tell me how you think we living how we live?
Like you the one that put us in these cribs
Not me but baby you
Like I ain't getting money for these shows
I guess you think I'm tripping on these hoes
They fans but look at you
Who in them Celine bags? Who in them Giuseppes?
Louboutins, wanna bet me? I win cause it's you
You begged me to get on that show
I ain't want it but you did
I'm a real nigga I did it for you
You don't see Swizz and Alicia
Kim K and Kanye arguing all the time
It's just you
I begged you to marry me
Half a million dollars out my safe down the drain
But fuck it cause that was you
Damn we got some beautiful kids
But you never say it something we did
I guess your baby daddy you
Regardless of the shit we go through
I got Jason in the booth, 2 AM singing shit about you
[Jason Derulo:]
Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be thinking bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain't no one make me feel unsatisfied, no
But baby you, you got me going
But you got me going, you got me going
But you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh
Blood is money and I spent it on ya
Ain't it funny how it ended up in
You said you'd go down for the last time
But we both know it's not the last one
But I saved mine
Long as you going down
I'm a tell you what you want to hear
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah, oh
I'm a tell you baby
You got me, you get me
What you need a ring for?
When you got me baby, yeah, yeah
Don't listen to what your friends say
Don't listen to what other people say
Don't listen to the blogs baby
Cause they full of shit, oh, oh
[The Game:]
Oh, oh
Yeah baby, yeah baby
What Your Life Like lyrics - The Game
Thank Dr. Dre for giving me a chance
Thank that big booty bitch Maliah for that freaky dance
She gave me last night
Jump in a 'Rari
Pull up to her crib and hit that pussy like a crack pipe
I listen to Dipset, want Cam and Jim to squash it
But how can I say that when I ain't made up with Fif yet?
I'm watching Power while I benchpress
Four plates on each side, maxed out, 6 reps
On my Drizzy Drake, yeah 6 reps
Rollie with the grizzly face
Mike Conley, is he straight?
Damn right he is
I got platinum and I violate niggas like Chris Lighty did
I make music for all my niggas locked up state
With Blac Chyna on they walls and now they seen a fuck face
Quarter million on the dresser, nigga what safe?
Trigger my alarm and you gon' run into some duct tape
I'm still here, they said I wasn't welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like?
Mine's bout getting money and bitches
64's and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like?
Mines bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother's attic tryna spit above average
What your life like?
Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
I done have conversations with Timbo
Passed on a couple Pharrell and Swizz instrumentals
I done wore a two piece tux on Jimmy Kimmel
Then came to the hood and whopped your ass like I was Kimbo
I done lost 20 million on lawyer fees
But I'ma get it back when I sue Jimmy for my royalties
I done had Scott Storch recording me
Drove through Compton with the doors up, ain't no ignorning me
I done took shots at Jay, I done took shots of 'gnac
I done took shots for Cedar, five couldn't drop me flat
RIP to Frog, RIP to Will
He was just as Ill as Will so I know how Nas feel
Nigga I'm the greatest
300 bars was like 15 minutes long, tell me how many times you played it
How many times you had your Documentary stolen and replaced it?
That's that 5 million out the gate shit
I'm still here, they said I wasn't welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like?
Mine's bout getting money and bitches
64's and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like?
Mines bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother's attic tryna spit above average
What your life like?
Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like
92 Bars lyrics - The Game
This that sick rap, kick back
Come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way, with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs
Stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the colt, Andrew Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peddi Crack
Game was on the block in his beanie with a mac
I'm what you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb, Al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The Maybach is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from do or die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patty
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
Your daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski mask to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
Party sent my jackas to it
Drama bring the mac into it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it
Another classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic and I did was put the matches to it
Traffic moving backwards through it
Ever since I had the Buick
Known for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to music
Every situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Be LeBron bitch, I'm Jayceon bitch
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No nigga can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and corn row Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets
It could happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except this nigga's
This 1992 shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga you know that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vibrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with
Come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way, with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs
Stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus with it
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the colt, Andrew Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my young gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring, sold Peddi Crack
Game was on the block in his beanie with a mac
I'm what you rap niggas 'fraid of
A Compton nigga that could go bar for bar with Jada
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb, Al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he like a fucking wild gator
Silver and black Ghost, nigga that's Al Davis
Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders
The Rams is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the west
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bently truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me fucked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
Pass the Goose, where them duck ducks?
These hoes foaming at the mouth, they got Penny fucked up
I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The Maybach is A.I
Artificial intelligence motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from do or die
Now do you wanna ride, back seat of my Caddy?
Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patty
And I move Ps, ain't no relation to Swaggy
Before that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm the old DMX you niggas Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm fucking Halloween
This ain't a dream, nigga hurricane a nightmare
Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
Your daddy was a bitch, I had to do it
I ain't need no ski mask to do it
Murder is Rihanna and I'm attracted to it
Name a state, I'll send a package through it
If the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts
Sitting in this Maybach with music
Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it
Party sent my jackas to it
Drama bring the mac into it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make your bitch put her back into it
Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it
Another classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it
Dre had the Chronic and I did was put the matches to it
Traffic moving backwards through it
Ever since I had the Buick
Known for putting cheese on niggas heads the way the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to music
Every situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em
They can get a ring one day, if the Cavs can do it
Be LeBron bitch, I'm Jayceon bitch
Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No nigga can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking greasy
I'ma start fucking them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's
I'ma start beefing with Cole, Drizzy and corn row Kenny
Or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon' be pouring out Henny
I got a bitch from Minne-Apolis pack a semi
Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly
She got a couple mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak
Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek
Nicki won't get no sleep, I'm coming through at 4 a.m
Four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets
It could happen lowkey
You better have Ross call me or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet
This ain't a diss, nigga
This is all lives matter except this nigga's
This 1992 shit ain't no new shit
We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip
With guns big enough to sink a fucking cruise ship
Fuck around and be a news clip with them loose lips
My nigga Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do shit
This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit
Nigga you know that I'll snap you like a toothpick
And snitching on niggas ain't never been no cool shit
And I've been wanting to give Nicki this pool stick
So tell your lil' vibrant thing come fuck with Q-Tip
We know where you live, nigga, you better move quick
And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with
All Eyez lyrics - The Game (feat. Jeremih)
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on ya
Ask you how your week been
Workin' always, let me
Work you out for the weekend
Baby, I'm a beast, uh-huh
Can you tame me?
I'm gon' let it out
Let you down
[The Game:]
Let's get to it
Let me lick you in places you never been licked before
Take you to places you never been before
Like London, Paris, see that Lamborghini outside
We can share it, J and B without the marriage
Horse and carriage, señorita
Snapchat dog filters live from Ibiza
Breakfast on the beach, that mean sex is on the beach
You lookin' like a fruit platter, I'm a bite into your peach
And um, I think about to massage your feet
And um, you got a body, you remind of my Jeep
And um, I must look amazing with you
Cause every time you on my arm I got
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
[The Game:]
'Member when you used to curved me, leave my text message unread?
And every time I asked to see you, you say you goin' to bed
Every time I hit you with the good morning you say you workin'
Now you in my living room twerkin', that's crazy
You wear that body suit, I know you tryna tease me
I put on that Tiller, she'd rather fuck me to Weezy
I remember when your money was young
And you stripped all week just to get the tan Yeezy's
Back when lame niggas hit you with the one liners
All sounding the same like Future and Desiigner
Now that's my vagina, she told me to sshh
We in the Chanel store and
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
All eyes on you
Lookin' at me like you love me
We can do it now or later
She wan' lick on party favorite
On my wave, tryna surf it up
Know we gettin' gnarly, smokin' Marley, burnin' up
Certified with the double-M pullin' up
Tooly got a room, we'll play "Room Up In Here", been here
Girl, you know my intentions
I put you on the wall like a picture
Round after round to decisions
Say you wanna show me what I'm missin'
All the lights low, but we lit up
I don't let you down if I get up
Like you got a man, but you're fed up
But you know when we get together
[The Game:]
You want me to say your name, huh?
Karrueche!
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
All eyes on ya
Ask you how your week been
Workin' always, let me
Work you out for the weekend
Baby, I'm a beast, uh-huh
Can you tame me?
I'm gon' let it out
Let you down
[The Game:]
Let's get to it
Let me lick you in places you never been licked before
Take you to places you never been before
Like London, Paris, see that Lamborghini outside
We can share it, J and B without the marriage
Horse and carriage, señorita
Snapchat dog filters live from Ibiza
Breakfast on the beach, that mean sex is on the beach
You lookin' like a fruit platter, I'm a bite into your peach
And um, I think about to massage your feet
And um, you got a body, you remind of my Jeep
And um, I must look amazing with you
Cause every time you on my arm I got
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
[The Game:]
'Member when you used to curved me, leave my text message unread?
And every time I asked to see you, you say you goin' to bed
Every time I hit you with the good morning you say you workin'
Now you in my living room twerkin', that's crazy
You wear that body suit, I know you tryna tease me
I put on that Tiller, she'd rather fuck me to Weezy
I remember when your money was young
And you stripped all week just to get the tan Yeezy's
Back when lame niggas hit you with the one liners
All sounding the same like Future and Desiigner
Now that's my vagina, she told me to sshh
We in the Chanel store and
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
All eyes on you
Lookin' at me like you love me
We can do it now or later
She wan' lick on party favorite
On my wave, tryna surf it up
Know we gettin' gnarly, smokin' Marley, burnin' up
Certified with the double-M pullin' up
Tooly got a room, we'll play "Room Up In Here", been here
Girl, you know my intentions
I put you on the wall like a picture
Round after round to decisions
Say you wanna show me what I'm missin'
All the lights low, but we lit up
I don't let you down if I get up
Like you got a man, but you're fed up
But you know when we get together
[The Game:]
You want me to say your name, huh?
Karrueche!
[Jeremih:]
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I'm missin'
All eyes on me
I don't want your love
We ain't gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
Block Wars lyrics -The Game
Know what the fuck be pissing me off? The other motherfuckers think they running my block. Jump off that fucking stoop, hit the fucking gate, nigga grab your burners it's time to go to war. I give the niggas a whole fucking clip every motherfucking round in this motherfucker you can get
Niggas run up on this red '64
You get a white tag on your big toe
These ain't punch lines, niggas kick doors
Leave your baby mama with her lip swole
All handguns, niggas pack light
Nigga's mouth loose but my strap tight
Niggas slide through and they bust first
We killin' everybody that night
Block wars, we bout that life
Scuffed J's and them fist fights
Dead bodies on dead bodies
Savage, that's what I live like
Go and chop a nigga head off
Fuck around, let the rounds hit you
Blood splattered on a nigga's [?]
All I had to do was give a signal
Magazines if you got an issue
Hit one nigga with the source
Hit two niggas with the vibe
Bitch I kill your vibe
It's a reason niggas can't fuck with ya
I'm a Compton nigga and I don't give a fuck
Nigga walk around with that pistol tucked
I do drive-bys out a Plenty truck
(Murder-murder)
Have you ever seen a murder?
(Murder-murder)
Boom-boom-boom, let 'em
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner for your mama house
Put a nigga in the trunk
Cock your shit and walk around the corner
Promise nigga this ain't what you want
Nigga ain't what you want
Nigga ain't what you want
Nigga ain't what you want
No, nigga ain't what you want
(Murder-murder)
Boop-boop-boop
(Murder-murder)
Pull up on your block, take that shit over
Stolen choppers out of stolen Rovers
Supernova bullets rippin' through Corollas
Pure shooter like DeMare DeRozan
Hot slugs but the jewelry frozen
12 gauges on the trap sofas
Naked bitches in the kitchen whippin' yola
Pockets fat like a young Oprah
Told the nigga he ain't want the clip
I'm filthy rich and still with the shit
His mama cryin' but his son a bitch
I had her view the body like she from the 6
Bullets ricochetin' all through the block
Nigga run his mouth like he knew the cops
I do the shootin' while the shooters watch
Then cook crack in a newer pot
Move me? Gotta move the block
That means take shots like it's Lou Dot
Niggas talkin' bout the game like it's ESPN
I'll put your ass with Stuart Scott
No conscious mind, the chronic got
My mind blown
I can't stop with the murder shit
Burn rubber, burn a clip
A lot of niggas died on [?] shit
Murder, murder, murder
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner for your mama house
Put a nigga in the trunk
Cock your shit and walk around the corner
Promise nigga this ain't what you want
Everybody lay the fuck down, you know who it is nigga. Ay, what the fuck you doing? Nigga come here nigga. Gun in your motherfucking mouth. Nigga put that motherfucking gun down before I smoke your motherfucking homie. Ay yo and get all this shit nigga. I'm about to kill this nigga, fuck you nigga. You dying too bitch ass nigga, nigga. Get the fuck out of here
Freeway lyrics - The Game
I'll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in
Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway
Get your fucking body tossed off that freeway
Only Cali nigga with a beard like Freeway
Well James Harden too, but you know where he stay
Where my heat stay, chop a nigga like a cheesecake over these gates
It's the projects, Pyrex for them objects, move waste so I flex
Lord of the Rings, told them text for them high bets
God bless the P9, stretch them niggas here today
Gone tomorrow, etch-a-sketch them niggas
18th streets to the grapes
Niggas catching bodies over Jordan 5 grapes
Is it worth it? Yeah when you born worthless
Catch the bus to Beverly Hills and snatch purses
Preachers calling serpents when they worship, so it's us against them
Let the steam hit the skin when that pot working
From random tears to chandeliers
Pouring 40s for my peers, but my enemies
I'll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in
Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway
Now I'm on that 105 freeway
Heading to that 710 freeway
Chickens on the move, nigga it's a relay
I got them unmarked bills in that briefcase with that new face in that blue tape
Throwing Wingstop up out my window
You don't like my flow, I guess it's time to switch the tempo
I can pull a model bitch inside of Bento, fresh as Mentos
Where you get them Js? Jordan sent those
Got my Glock cocked 'case a nigga think he fit those
Then his shit blow like it's endo, over them custom kicks though
Hot then cold, hot chain then froze, but it's play to end goal
Riding round in those
Red Octobers in July, got 'em, you lie, you ran puddles
Peyton Manning with the cannon, nigga no huddle
Noah butter, when you the king of the square, it's no trouble
When the city love you but them haters nigga
I'll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in
Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway
Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway
Get your fucking body tossed off that freeway
Only Cali nigga with a beard like Freeway
Well James Harden too, but you know where he stay
Where my heat stay, chop a nigga like a cheesecake over these gates
It's the projects, Pyrex for them objects, move waste so I flex
Lord of the Rings, told them text for them high bets
God bless the P9, stretch them niggas here today
Gone tomorrow, etch-a-sketch them niggas
18th streets to the grapes
Niggas catching bodies over Jordan 5 grapes
Is it worth it? Yeah when you born worthless
Catch the bus to Beverly Hills and snatch purses
Preachers calling serpents when they worship, so it's us against them
Let the steam hit the skin when that pot working
From random tears to chandeliers
Pouring 40s for my peers, but my enemies
I'll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in
Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway
Now I'm on that 105 freeway
Heading to that 710 freeway
Chickens on the move, nigga it's a relay
I got them unmarked bills in that briefcase with that new face in that blue tape
Throwing Wingstop up out my window
You don't like my flow, I guess it's time to switch the tempo
I can pull a model bitch inside of Bento, fresh as Mentos
Where you get them Js? Jordan sent those
Got my Glock cocked 'case a nigga think he fit those
Then his shit blow like it's endo, over them custom kicks though
Hot then cold, hot chain then froze, but it's play to end goal
Riding round in those
Red Octobers in July, got 'em, you lie, you ran puddles
Peyton Manning with the cannon, nigga no huddle
Noah butter, when you the king of the square, it's no trouble
When the city love you but them haters nigga
I'll read you a bedtime story, you can get your ass tucked in
Walking down Wilmington, my bandanna tucked in
Shooting out the window at my enemies, like fuck them
Empty out the clip then I'm hopping on that 110
Freeway, that i10 freeway
To that 405 freeway, and that 101 freeway
Get High lyrics - The Game
I'm like Method Man and Red Man with the swishers
Blowing chronic out my mouth while they taking pictures
I tell that bitch drop that ass like she hit the switches
I take the phone and take a selfie while I'm fuckin' bitches
Now bounce to a nigga that know Dre and O'Shea
I kill that pussy like OJ and no way a nigga gonna outsmoke me
I smoke more than B Real and that nigga Snoop D-O-double G
Throw up the Westside, even if your fuckin' rag on the left side
Tonight I'm fuckin' with you, to ice cubes in my cup
A little Henny, nigga with an attitude, what's up?
Yeah, '64 Impala and I'm outta there
Bitch riding shotgun, looking like a bobble head
Wait, wait, wait for a minute and let a nigga roll his blunt
If you still fuck with Dr. Dre, get high
If you miss 2Pac and Nate, let's get high
I mean, every time you come to LA, get high
Ain't it good to you? Hell yeah
The doc said I had a weed addiction
So I'm smoking this chronic with no prescription, get high
Break it down, get a blunt and twist it
Game got his own strain, Doc 2 edition, get high
When I say roll it up, roll it up trick
It's Aftermath, let 'em know who you fuckin' with
All we do is smoke and get high
We be having slips, let 'em smell this shit
35 Million and I still might sell this shit
Gray smoke, elephant
Look around this party, ain't this motherfucka hella lit?
These niggas is zeros, we came with pre-rolls
Same niggas used to moving kilos, get high
Yeah, all fuckin' day nigga
See me bouncin' in the six-six-tre
Like I won't let this motherfucka
Three-wheeling with a cloud of kush in my jaw
Thousand dollar blunts,w hat a nigga want?
Pistol grip pump, ride with it in the fuckin' trunk
California skunk, nigga this the funk
Top of the Roscoe's with the front, my impala, get high
If you still fuck with Dr. Dre, get high
If you miss 2Pac and Nate, let's get high
I mean, every time you come to LA, get high
Ain't it good to you? Hell yeah
The doc said I had a weed addiction
So I'm smoking this chronic with no prescription, get high
Break it down, get a blunt and twist it
Game got his own strain, Doc 2 edition, get high
Blowing chronic out my mouth while they taking pictures
I tell that bitch drop that ass like she hit the switches
I take the phone and take a selfie while I'm fuckin' bitches
Now bounce to a nigga that know Dre and O'Shea
I kill that pussy like OJ and no way a nigga gonna outsmoke me
I smoke more than B Real and that nigga Snoop D-O-double G
Throw up the Westside, even if your fuckin' rag on the left side
Tonight I'm fuckin' with you, to ice cubes in my cup
A little Henny, nigga with an attitude, what's up?
Yeah, '64 Impala and I'm outta there
Bitch riding shotgun, looking like a bobble head
Wait, wait, wait for a minute and let a nigga roll his blunt
If you still fuck with Dr. Dre, get high
If you miss 2Pac and Nate, let's get high
I mean, every time you come to LA, get high
Ain't it good to you? Hell yeah
The doc said I had a weed addiction
So I'm smoking this chronic with no prescription, get high
Break it down, get a blunt and twist it
Game got his own strain, Doc 2 edition, get high
When I say roll it up, roll it up trick
It's Aftermath, let 'em know who you fuckin' with
All we do is smoke and get high
We be having slips, let 'em smell this shit
35 Million and I still might sell this shit
Gray smoke, elephant
Look around this party, ain't this motherfucka hella lit?
These niggas is zeros, we came with pre-rolls
Same niggas used to moving kilos, get high
Yeah, all fuckin' day nigga
See me bouncin' in the six-six-tre
Like I won't let this motherfucka
Three-wheeling with a cloud of kush in my jaw
Thousand dollar blunts,w hat a nigga want?
Pistol grip pump, ride with it in the fuckin' trunk
California skunk, nigga this the funk
Top of the Roscoe's with the front, my impala, get high
If you still fuck with Dr. Dre, get high
If you miss 2Pac and Nate, let's get high
I mean, every time you come to LA, get high
Ain't it good to you? Hell yeah
The doc said I had a weed addiction
So I'm smoking this chronic with no prescription, get high
Break it down, get a blunt and twist it
Game got his own strain, Doc 2 edition, get high
Alameda lyrics - The Game
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Nigga pause when you see us
Fat red laces in them Grant Hill Filas
Young misfits, born underachievers
Mama couldn't feed us, white sheets when you leave us
We be fucking with hood rats, gang bang divas
One braiding hair, one lacing my Adidas
Looking at them train tracks, niggas scared to cross 'em
Them same fucking train tracks run all the way to Slauson
Running from the T-Flats, tryna keep 'em off us
Look over my shoulder, pray to God that I lost 'em
Bust ninas and toss 'em, screaming out what what
Westside Compton, nigga we don't give a fuck fuck
Nigga preach, dead in the coffin
Let the preacher praise, paramedics bring us off
Nigga rest in peace, blowing reefer
Cedar Block Bompton Piru, that's on my see through
YG blowing speakers, riding down
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Cedar Block Bompton Piru, that's on my see through
YG blowing speakers, riding down
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Nigga pause when you see us
Fat red laces in them Grant Hill Filas
Young misfits, born underachievers
Mama couldn't feed us, white sheets when you leave us
We be fucking with hood rats, gang bang divas
One braiding hair, one lacing my Adidas
Looking at them train tracks, niggas scared to cross 'em
Them same fucking train tracks run all the way to Slauson
Running from the T-Flats, tryna keep 'em off us
Look over my shoulder, pray to God that I lost 'em
Bust ninas and toss 'em, screaming out what what
Westside Compton, nigga we don't give a fuck fuck
Nigga preach, dead in the coffin
Let the preacher praise, paramedics bring us off
Nigga rest in peace, blowing reefer
Cedar Block Bompton Piru, that's on my see through
YG blowing speakers, riding down
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Cedar Block Bompton Piru, that's on my see through
YG blowing speakers, riding down
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Gutter lyrics - The Game
Let me walk through a day inside the dope spot
Bullet proof cars like the pope got
Fingers knockin' at my door, 6AM
I hope not
That shit be fuckin' with the business when the stove hot
Well look at me in the kitchen with the stove top
Ziplock bag, distribution to the whole block
Shit the whole city
We got the Paris Hilton, make your nose pretty
Make them fat hoes skinny
You got the smoke, we supply the chimney
Then we on the porch sippin' Mickeys like I know Minnie
Bitch lookin' for mollies? Tell her I got plenty
I'm in that cherry red Chevy right outside Denny's
You know me, lowkey
Window cracked and he blowin' that Ashton Kutch
Like he macked Demi
You gun talkin'? See that black semi
Blood spillin' blood on them black pennys nigga that's gutter
Gutter, gutter
Nigga that's gutter
Gutter, gutter
Keep it gutter
Guess that's my mind frame
Niggas can't kill me cause they ain't tryna find Game
Even if they was I'm at the Staples, Louboutin frames
Feet on the wood, nigga I could trip Lebron James
I keep it hood
Bandana with that bang bang
Red rag .45, that's the same thing
I take the same route home in the same lane
Same car, same nigga, just the fame changed
I walk around like I never heard the same Game
Watch Menace To Society but caine caine
Then I became king leader of the chain gang
Still park my Rolls Royce and hop back on the same train
Then hop out on the same street
Where the dealers and the fiends eat
Where the killers and the everything in-between meet
Get your face covered with that white sheet
That nigga died over Twitter beef
Tryna keep it gutter
Tryna keep it gutter
Keep it gutter
Tryna keep it gutter
Gutter, gutter
Nigga that's gutter
Bullet proof cars like the pope got
Fingers knockin' at my door, 6AM
I hope not
That shit be fuckin' with the business when the stove hot
Well look at me in the kitchen with the stove top
Ziplock bag, distribution to the whole block
Shit the whole city
We got the Paris Hilton, make your nose pretty
Make them fat hoes skinny
You got the smoke, we supply the chimney
Then we on the porch sippin' Mickeys like I know Minnie
Bitch lookin' for mollies? Tell her I got plenty
I'm in that cherry red Chevy right outside Denny's
You know me, lowkey
Window cracked and he blowin' that Ashton Kutch
Like he macked Demi
You gun talkin'? See that black semi
Blood spillin' blood on them black pennys nigga that's gutter
Gutter, gutter
Nigga that's gutter
Gutter, gutter
Keep it gutter
Guess that's my mind frame
Niggas can't kill me cause they ain't tryna find Game
Even if they was I'm at the Staples, Louboutin frames
Feet on the wood, nigga I could trip Lebron James
I keep it hood
Bandana with that bang bang
Red rag .45, that's the same thing
I take the same route home in the same lane
Same car, same nigga, just the fame changed
I walk around like I never heard the same Game
Watch Menace To Society but caine caine
Then I became king leader of the chain gang
Still park my Rolls Royce and hop back on the same train
Then hop out on the same street
Where the dealers and the fiends eat
Where the killers and the everything in-between meet
Get your face covered with that white sheet
That nigga died over Twitter beef
Tryna keep it gutter
Tryna keep it gutter
Keep it gutter
Tryna keep it gutter
Gutter, gutter
Nigga that's gutter
Uzis And Grenades lyrics - The Game (feat. Lorine Chia)
[Lorine Chia:]
Somebody running outside, yelling 18
Somebody running outside, yelling 18
Somebody running outside, yelling 18
Somebody running outside, yelling 18
Somebody running outside, yelling 187, aye where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day, where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom, where the party at?
[The Game:]
In the Bentley truck talking on my Nokia
I be selling out the Nokia
Got twins if you know Tia, then you know Kia
Balling bitches ride Benz's, nigga, no gears
On my way to the lip, bumping on a lid
With a bitch that look like Pia Mia, nigga you should see her
Head like Sia, diamonds in her ear
Sipping brandy, plus the money long like Nia
And I feel like that went over your head
And I don't think you understood what I said
See Brandy was Nia Long's name in Boys In the Hood
Translation: dope boy in the hood
Get the packages out, the fiends is running the Rams is back
The Rams still go, the niggas getting jacked
The cops is circling, niggas is murdering
Dead bodies everywhere, that's just Compton nigga
[Lorine Chia:]
Somebody running outside, yelling 187, aye, where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day, where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom, where the party at?
[The Game:]
Riding with a G bitch, smoking on a G stick
In a G wagon, I'm always on some G shit
Used to be in G rides, bumping Warren G shit
Used to be in G5s, now I'm in the G6
Used to be in GRs, now I'm with some G-Stars
Couple G's in every pocket, sitting where the G's are
Used to be in UG Village with my G ma
Hand on the Jesus, RIP to my G-Pa
See life is up and down like a seesaw
And everybody working tryna get they RiRi off
You got pregnant teens and absent fathers
Outta town niggas they clapped regardless
It's a trap for the young
If you ever answer wrong when they ask where you from
And niggas gotta watch them colors
They say banging played 'til they get they bodies verified by their mothers
[Lorine Chia:]
Somebody running outside, yelling 187, aye, where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day, where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom, where the party at?
Somebody running outside, yelling 18
Somebody running outside, yelling 18
Somebody running outside, yelling 18
Somebody running outside, yelling 18
Somebody running outside, yelling 187, aye where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day, where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom, where the party at?
[The Game:]
In the Bentley truck talking on my Nokia
I be selling out the Nokia
Got twins if you know Tia, then you know Kia
Balling bitches ride Benz's, nigga, no gears
On my way to the lip, bumping on a lid
With a bitch that look like Pia Mia, nigga you should see her
Head like Sia, diamonds in her ear
Sipping brandy, plus the money long like Nia
And I feel like that went over your head
And I don't think you understood what I said
See Brandy was Nia Long's name in Boys In the Hood
Translation: dope boy in the hood
Get the packages out, the fiends is running the Rams is back
The Rams still go, the niggas getting jacked
The cops is circling, niggas is murdering
Dead bodies everywhere, that's just Compton nigga
[Lorine Chia:]
Somebody running outside, yelling 187, aye, where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day, where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom, where the party at?
[The Game:]
Riding with a G bitch, smoking on a G stick
In a G wagon, I'm always on some G shit
Used to be in G rides, bumping Warren G shit
Used to be in G5s, now I'm in the G6
Used to be in GRs, now I'm with some G-Stars
Couple G's in every pocket, sitting where the G's are
Used to be in UG Village with my G ma
Hand on the Jesus, RIP to my G-Pa
See life is up and down like a seesaw
And everybody working tryna get they RiRi off
You got pregnant teens and absent fathers
Outta town niggas they clapped regardless
It's a trap for the young
If you ever answer wrong when they ask where you from
And niggas gotta watch them colors
They say banging played 'til they get they bodies verified by their mothers
[Lorine Chia:]
Somebody running outside, yelling 187, aye, where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day, where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom, where the party at?
Lights Go Out lyrics - The Game
Walkin' out the pen with my pen, live a life of sin
Tell the devil throw me a shovel and let's get it in
2015 MC Ren, this ain't a movie
Pull my khaki suit back out the closet and burn this Louie
Tell Young Thug come out the closet, the fuck you foolin'?
Where my crips, my bloods, my esses? Let's make some music
That the gangsters can dance to
Throw up your hands too
The indians is back, we want our motherfuckin' land too
The black Slim Shady is back with some M80s
In the back of the Mercedes
About to blow this motherfucker like a meth lab
Smokin' on that same bomb chronic Dre and Meth had
You know I got the best bag
Now watch me teach the world how to roll a blunt for the last time
Welcome to Cali where smoking's our favorite past time
And if a nigga need a gun he can mack mine
And everything inside
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
You see bitches on all fours
Switchers on all cars
Got used to drivin' them Bentley's
I guess I got off course
Got used to fuckin' them bitches
Used to 'em rollin' my blunts
In the studio with Doc, ain't see them hoes in months
I've been shacked up on LSU
Goin' crazy on LSD in a straight jacket, don't mess with me
Till I finish this album
Now I step inside the party with Hennessy and Bacardi
Pour a ziplock of mollies out [?]
I'm a lunatic
Disturb the peace like Ludacris
Me and Dre bump heads cause he give me advice
I never listen to that shit
He said don't put out mixtapes and I did that
He said leave his car parked right there
I stripped that, drove that
In the Lambo, blunts rolled fat
Pull up to the club like where the hoes at
Take a ho and fuck her, then ask a bitch where your clothes at
The door right there
I don't need you bitches, see the iPhone?
There's some more right there
Here's a glass for your tears, let 'em all right there
Compton, I was born right there
Park the red Lambo right there
Sign to the man right there
25 mil, more nightmares
Now I'm fuckin' everybody bitch
You think you got her on lock but you don't
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
Tell the devil throw me a shovel and let's get it in
2015 MC Ren, this ain't a movie
Pull my khaki suit back out the closet and burn this Louie
Tell Young Thug come out the closet, the fuck you foolin'?
Where my crips, my bloods, my esses? Let's make some music
That the gangsters can dance to
Throw up your hands too
The indians is back, we want our motherfuckin' land too
The black Slim Shady is back with some M80s
In the back of the Mercedes
About to blow this motherfucker like a meth lab
Smokin' on that same bomb chronic Dre and Meth had
You know I got the best bag
Now watch me teach the world how to roll a blunt for the last time
Welcome to Cali where smoking's our favorite past time
And if a nigga need a gun he can mack mine
And everything inside
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
You see bitches on all fours
Switchers on all cars
Got used to drivin' them Bentley's
I guess I got off course
Got used to fuckin' them bitches
Used to 'em rollin' my blunts
In the studio with Doc, ain't see them hoes in months
I've been shacked up on LSU
Goin' crazy on LSD in a straight jacket, don't mess with me
Till I finish this album
Now I step inside the party with Hennessy and Bacardi
Pour a ziplock of mollies out [?]
I'm a lunatic
Disturb the peace like Ludacris
Me and Dre bump heads cause he give me advice
I never listen to that shit
He said don't put out mixtapes and I did that
He said leave his car parked right there
I stripped that, drove that
In the Lambo, blunts rolled fat
Pull up to the club like where the hoes at
Take a ho and fuck her, then ask a bitch where your clothes at
The door right there
I don't need you bitches, see the iPhone?
There's some more right there
Here's a glass for your tears, let 'em all right there
Compton, I was born right there
Park the red Lambo right there
Sign to the man right there
25 mil, more nightmares
Now I'm fuckin' everybody bitch
You think you got her on lock but you don't
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
Cause when the lights go out
Run It lyrics - The Game
Tell them niggas run it
Tell them niggas
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
We born killers, yeah we sold this
Them Compton niggas be the coldest so tell them niggas run it
I grew up on Rosecrans and nigga, you know it
Start tripping in cannons, start popping like Moet
No time for heroics, you pay if you owe it
Run it, tell them niggas
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
We born killers, yeah we sold this
Them Compton niggas be the coldest so tell them niggas run it
Mama grew up the Hoovers, my daddy was raised in the Nutties
I ain't give a fuck 'bout what they did, just as long as they love me
LA be pretty just like in the movies, at night it get ugly
So I walk around with my Gotti and Angel
My Chucks below and my grandma above me
I love the Bulls but my neighborhood Cripping
So I'm walking home, I'mma die for this pimping
Cause niggas get ran for they Jordans and niggas get ran for they starters
When niggas get tired of fighting and squabbling with fools (nigga went and bought a AK)
Run It
Tell them niggas run it
Tell them niggas
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
We born killers, yeah we sold this
Them Compton niggas be the coldest so tell them niggas run it
I grew up on Rosecrans and nigga, you know it
Start tripping in cannons, start popping like Moet
No time for heroics, you pay if you owe it
Run it
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
We born killers, yeah we sold this
Them Compton niggas be the coldest so tell them niggas run it
I grew up on Rosecrans and nigga, you know it
Start tripping in cannons, start popping like Moet
No time for heroics, you pay if you owe it
Tell them niggas run it
Tell them niggas
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
We born killers, yeah we sold this
Them Compton niggas be the coldest so tell them niggas run it
I grew up on Rosecrans and nigga, you know it
Start tripping in cannons, start popping like Moet
No time for heroics, you pay if you owe it
Run it, tell them niggas
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
We born killers, yeah we sold this
Them Compton niggas be the coldest so tell them niggas run it
Mama grew up the Hoovers, my daddy was raised in the Nutties
I ain't give a fuck 'bout what they did, just as long as they love me
LA be pretty just like in the movies, at night it get ugly
So I walk around with my Gotti and Angel
My Chucks below and my grandma above me
I love the Bulls but my neighborhood Cripping
So I'm walking home, I'mma die for this pimping
Cause niggas get ran for they Jordans and niggas get ran for they starters
When niggas get tired of fighting and squabbling with fools (nigga went and bought a AK)
Run It
Tell them niggas run it
Tell them niggas
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
We born killers, yeah we sold this
Them Compton niggas be the coldest so tell them niggas run it
I grew up on Rosecrans and nigga, you know it
Start tripping in cannons, start popping like Moet
No time for heroics, you pay if you owe it
Run it
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
We born killers, yeah we sold this
Them Compton niggas be the coldest so tell them niggas run it
I grew up on Rosecrans and nigga, you know it
Start tripping in cannons, start popping like Moet
No time for heroics, you pay if you owe it
Tell them niggas run it
Bullet With Your Name On It lyrics - The Game
I got a bullet with your name on it
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it
Dashboard with your brain on it
Motherfucking bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe, know the roof and it smell like Mary Jane, don't it?
Balmain crew neck, [?] with the chain on it
Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man
Tote drums like a motherfucking band
So fly, I don't know where to land
So fly, motherfucking Peter Pan
You put the city on your back like a motherfucking tat
Damn nigga, you can stand where I stand
You can eat where I eat
I got a house on the beach but I run these streets
100 grand every week
10 mil in the safe, so you know where I sleep
Put a pillow by the combo
Band arms like I'm Mutombo
Ears to the street like Dumbo
High school on El Segundo
So you ain't gotta ask where I'm from though
Hit the corner on Cedar, polo beater
Run up on a nigga like pronto
Run up on a nigga like Wingstop
Lemon pepper wings when the motherfucking beam hot
Got the molly, got the white and the lean locked
Selling dreams on my grandmama grandpop
I got a bullet with your name on it
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it
Dashboard with your brain on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man
Got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
(You know what the fuck be pissing me off? That other motherfuckers think they run my block. Nigga, this my block, nigga I don't give a fuck who on this motherfucker. Grannies, kids, nigga old people, dogs, cats, I don't give a fuck when I'm walking through the block, nigga everybody moving. You don't understand, nigga, this is my motherfucking block. Anything can die, nigga, we killing motherfucking flowers, we killin' air, we'll put bullet holes in clouds, niggas gon' move when we coming down the block. Get the fuck off that stoop!)
I'm a fucking alcoholic
I'm on Rosecrans & Central
In the Tam's drive thru
And I got murder on my mental
Lord please forgive me
Please forgive me
I say Lord please forgive me
Please forgive me
(You with the shit? Then you gotta show me you with the shit, nigga. Jump off that fuckin' stoop, hit the fuckin' gate, nigga. Grab your burners, it's time to go to war. Nigga, it's a block war, it's my motherfuckin' block. It ain't yours, yours, his, hers, it ain't nobodies but mine! If you wanna stay on this motherfuckin' block, you standing behind me and I grip this motherfuckin' trigger and I start giving it to niggas like ugh! ugh! ugh!)
I got a bullet with your name on it
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it
Dashboard with your brain on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man
Got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
(Can't nobody stop what the fuck I'm doing. Lay that shit the fuck down, everybody get down, nigga, ah! You don't want none of this shit, nigga! I'll give a nigga the whole fuckin' clip. Every motherfuckin' round in this motherfucker you can get. I'm breaking windows, I'm tearing hinges off of fuckin doors. I'm flipping motherfuckin cars, trucks, ambulances. This is my motherfuckin block! Lay it down!)
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it
Dashboard with your brain on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man
Got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it
Dashboard with your brain on it
Motherfucking bitch, you worried bitch nigga tell yo mama put a frame on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Irv Gotti with the flame on it
I'm in the coupe, know the roof and it smell like Mary Jane, don't it?
Balmain crew neck, [?] with the chain on it
Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man
Tote drums like a motherfucking band
So fly, I don't know where to land
So fly, motherfucking Peter Pan
You put the city on your back like a motherfucking tat
Damn nigga, you can stand where I stand
You can eat where I eat
I got a house on the beach but I run these streets
100 grand every week
10 mil in the safe, so you know where I sleep
Put a pillow by the combo
Band arms like I'm Mutombo
Ears to the street like Dumbo
High school on El Segundo
So you ain't gotta ask where I'm from though
Hit the corner on Cedar, polo beater
Run up on a nigga like pronto
Run up on a nigga like Wingstop
Lemon pepper wings when the motherfucking beam hot
Got the molly, got the white and the lean locked
Selling dreams on my grandmama grandpop
I got a bullet with your name on it
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it
Dashboard with your brain on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man
Got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
(You know what the fuck be pissing me off? That other motherfuckers think they run my block. Nigga, this my block, nigga I don't give a fuck who on this motherfucker. Grannies, kids, nigga old people, dogs, cats, I don't give a fuck when I'm walking through the block, nigga everybody moving. You don't understand, nigga, this is my motherfucking block. Anything can die, nigga, we killing motherfucking flowers, we killin' air, we'll put bullet holes in clouds, niggas gon' move when we coming down the block. Get the fuck off that stoop!)
I'm a fucking alcoholic
I'm on Rosecrans & Central
In the Tam's drive thru
And I got murder on my mental
Lord please forgive me
Please forgive me
I say Lord please forgive me
Please forgive me
(You with the shit? Then you gotta show me you with the shit, nigga. Jump off that fuckin' stoop, hit the fuckin' gate, nigga. Grab your burners, it's time to go to war. Nigga, it's a block war, it's my motherfuckin' block. It ain't yours, yours, his, hers, it ain't nobodies but mine! If you wanna stay on this motherfuckin' block, you standing behind me and I grip this motherfuckin' trigger and I start giving it to niggas like ugh! ugh! ugh!)
I got a bullet with your name on it
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it
Dashboard with your brain on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man
Got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
(Can't nobody stop what the fuck I'm doing. Lay that shit the fuck down, everybody get down, nigga, ah! You don't want none of this shit, nigga! I'll give a nigga the whole fuckin' clip. Every motherfuckin' round in this motherfucker you can get. I'm breaking windows, I'm tearing hinges off of fuckin doors. I'm flipping motherfuckin cars, trucks, ambulances. This is my motherfuckin block! Lay it down!)
You 'bout to have a hoodie with a motherfucking stain on it
Dashboard with your brain on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
Goddamn, I'm the motherfucking man
Got a bullet with your name on it
Know it's murder, if The Game on it
I got a bullet with your name on it
Murder lyrics - The Game
I don't see nothing, I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing, I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
I got choppers on that South Beach
That pistol talk when your mouth leak
Got a black Impala on Collins nigga
Got a Glock in air, standing in the back seat, I'm wildin' nigga
Long money, fuck a rubber band
On a paper chase, I do the running man
Stealth black chopper with the infrared beam on
50 round drum, if I run out of bullets, hit a nigga with the nina
Better hit a nigga with the scope
Bet he won't talk with his back on the rope
Floyd Mayweather with the chopper
When a nigga get to choppin' put a razor blade at a nigga throat
I don't fuck with no scared niggas
I never did and I never will
Let the Glock go bang, now you Kurt Cobain
Knock a nigga right out of real
I don't see nothing, I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing, I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
You shinin', we shinin'
You timin', we timin'
You grindin', we grindin'
We got cash money and diamonds
You shinin', we shinin'
You timin', we timin'
You grindin', we grindin'
We got cash money and diamonds
Take a nigga back to Compton and chop a nigga body up
Take a trip to East LA and chop a new Maserati up
Take my black Bugatti, [?] on green leaf
Then hit Crenshaw doin' 300, nigga Chief Keef
Ridin' down Crenshaw, stuntin' with my bitch though, ballin'
I'm from Compton, she from Watts, but we both got pistols
Blowin' trees with the top down, word to YG
If you don't want a problem motherfucker, why speak?
Niggas kill my nigga Puff, tell them niggas drop me
Keep two K's in the back, shotty in the front and the chrome side beach
No disrespect to the Dogg or the city Long Beach
But I'm the king out here, motherfucker on me
I don't see nothing, I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing, I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing, I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
I got choppers on that South Beach
That pistol talk when your mouth leak
Got a black Impala on Collins nigga
Got a Glock in air, standing in the back seat, I'm wildin' nigga
Long money, fuck a rubber band
On a paper chase, I do the running man
Stealth black chopper with the infrared beam on
50 round drum, if I run out of bullets, hit a nigga with the nina
Better hit a nigga with the scope
Bet he won't talk with his back on the rope
Floyd Mayweather with the chopper
When a nigga get to choppin' put a razor blade at a nigga throat
I don't fuck with no scared niggas
I never did and I never will
Let the Glock go bang, now you Kurt Cobain
Knock a nigga right out of real
I don't see nothing, I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing, I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
You shinin', we shinin'
You timin', we timin'
You grindin', we grindin'
We got cash money and diamonds
You shinin', we shinin'
You timin', we timin'
You grindin', we grindin'
We got cash money and diamonds
Take a nigga back to Compton and chop a nigga body up
Take a trip to East LA and chop a new Maserati up
Take my black Bugatti, [?] on green leaf
Then hit Crenshaw doin' 300, nigga Chief Keef
Ridin' down Crenshaw, stuntin' with my bitch though, ballin'
I'm from Compton, she from Watts, but we both got pistols
Blowin' trees with the top down, word to YG
If you don't want a problem motherfucker, why speak?
Niggas kill my nigga Puff, tell them niggas drop me
Keep two K's in the back, shotty in the front and the chrome side beach
No disrespect to the Dogg or the city Long Beach
But I'm the king out here, motherfucker on me
I don't see nothing, I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing, I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
Support Compton lyrics - The Game (feat. J3 & Payso)
[Game:]
I grew up off of Wilmington and Rosecrans
Where nigga's drink 4-0 cans and throw it up with both hands
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I'm from where them niggas in the trenches
Sit back, get they hair braided and analyze Kendrick
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I kick it where niggas do drive-bys all day
And bought a pair of Beats just because they fuck with Dre
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
[J3:]
I grew up off of Rosecrans and Central
Tam's Burger on the corner, slip up and get your issue
Drum fully loaded, probably catch 'em walking
Die for your name, get a blue or a cherry coffin
Pray for the homie moms, why she had to lose her son
We gon' make 'em pay the price for what they done
Organized crime, go on a mission weekly
187, man-down completely
Grew up off food stamps and swim through blood baths
Sheriffs hop out, point guns, searching your nutsacks
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
That's what Crips call it, but 'round here this Bompton
I ain't politicking, I ain't sneaking dissing
I'm really for my section, creeping up Wilmington
With my locs concealing weapons
Fucked with K. Dot back when he had the waves
And been supporting games since the Aftermath chain
Support Compton
[Game:]
I grew up off of Wilmington and Rosecrans
Where nigga's drink 4-0 cans and throw it up with both hands
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I'm from where them niggas in the trenches
Sit back, get they hair braided and analyze Kendrick
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I kick it where niggas do drive-bys all day
And bought a pair of Beats just because they fuck with Dre
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
[Payso:]
It started in Martin Luther King
Pocket of the Crip
Before I knew anything
Married to the block
Pinkie ring for my wedding ring
Yeah we right here on Nord Street
The hood core street
I be in the hood, you ain't gotta force me
And I just thank God my momma didn't abort me
Cause she was only fourteen
But that's a different story
Whole family's running frutas and they support me
The Pirus support me, the Crips support me
Your bitch support me, hit a lick just to support those that was for me
My nigga Frogg was for me, D-Rock was for me
Niggas phony but I know my niggas watching for me
Cause I done had some close cases
Wrong time, right places
My life, I ain't finna let 'em take it
My mind, I ain't finna let 'em take it
From El Segundo to Rosecrans
They know who run the program
[Game:]
I grew up off of Wilmington and Rosecrans
Where nigga's drink 4-0 cans and throw it up with both hands
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I'm from where them niggas in the trenches
Sit back, get they hair braided and analyze Kendrick
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I kick it where niggas do drive-bys all day
And bought a pair of Beats just because they fuck with Dre
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
They be like "Dre ain't from Compton
Cube ain't from Compton"
You niggas dumb
I be the type nigga to ask them niggas asking where they from
Yeah I be trippin', de-boning niggas
Cruising through the hood like fuck you
C-lo them niggas
'64 in my garage, only drop the top on Saturday
Reminiscing to 96 when I was running through a rat a day
Compton High with the A.I braids
Over the Summer came with Junior Seau waves
Compton ain't shit, get a nigga fucked up and jumped
Race riots with the ese's but that ain't what you want
Red and blue bandanas knotted at the front
Welcome to the home of the pistol grip pump
Compton
I grew up off of Wilmington and Rosecrans
Where nigga's drink 4-0 cans and throw it up with both hands
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I'm from where them niggas in the trenches
Sit back, get they hair braided and analyze Kendrick
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I kick it where niggas do drive-bys all day
And bought a pair of Beats just because they fuck with Dre
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
[J3:]
I grew up off of Rosecrans and Central
Tam's Burger on the corner, slip up and get your issue
Drum fully loaded, probably catch 'em walking
Die for your name, get a blue or a cherry coffin
Pray for the homie moms, why she had to lose her son
We gon' make 'em pay the price for what they done
Organized crime, go on a mission weekly
187, man-down completely
Grew up off food stamps and swim through blood baths
Sheriffs hop out, point guns, searching your nutsacks
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
That's what Crips call it, but 'round here this Bompton
I ain't politicking, I ain't sneaking dissing
I'm really for my section, creeping up Wilmington
With my locs concealing weapons
Fucked with K. Dot back when he had the waves
And been supporting games since the Aftermath chain
Support Compton
[Game:]
I grew up off of Wilmington and Rosecrans
Where nigga's drink 4-0 cans and throw it up with both hands
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I'm from where them niggas in the trenches
Sit back, get they hair braided and analyze Kendrick
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I kick it where niggas do drive-bys all day
And bought a pair of Beats just because they fuck with Dre
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
[Payso:]
It started in Martin Luther King
Pocket of the Crip
Before I knew anything
Married to the block
Pinkie ring for my wedding ring
Yeah we right here on Nord Street
The hood core street
I be in the hood, you ain't gotta force me
And I just thank God my momma didn't abort me
Cause she was only fourteen
But that's a different story
Whole family's running frutas and they support me
The Pirus support me, the Crips support me
Your bitch support me, hit a lick just to support those that was for me
My nigga Frogg was for me, D-Rock was for me
Niggas phony but I know my niggas watching for me
Cause I done had some close cases
Wrong time, right places
My life, I ain't finna let 'em take it
My mind, I ain't finna let 'em take it
From El Segundo to Rosecrans
They know who run the program
[Game:]
I grew up off of Wilmington and Rosecrans
Where nigga's drink 4-0 cans and throw it up with both hands
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I'm from where them niggas in the trenches
Sit back, get they hair braided and analyze Kendrick
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
Support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
I kick it where niggas do drive-bys all day
And bought a pair of Beats just because they fuck with Dre
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton
We support Compton, support Compton, support Compton nigga
They be like "Dre ain't from Compton
Cube ain't from Compton"
You niggas dumb
I be the type nigga to ask them niggas asking where they from
Yeah I be trippin', de-boning niggas
Cruising through the hood like fuck you
C-lo them niggas
'64 in my garage, only drop the top on Saturday
Reminiscing to 96 when I was running through a rat a day
Compton High with the A.I braids
Over the Summer came with Junior Seau waves
Compton ain't shit, get a nigga fucked up and jumped
Race riots with the ese's but that ain't what you want
Red and blue bandanas knotted at the front
Welcome to the home of the pistol grip pump
Compton
Roped Off lyrics - The Game (feat. Problem & Boogie)
[Hook - The Game:]
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
Posted on Brazil and Wilmington
Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton
Cold steel got 'em trembling
Stomp a nigga out (In what?) in my Timberlands
Red dot on your head, nigga
Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, nigga
Your auntie stay around here but you don't
Your cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won't
Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G man
West Side Bompton, my city's been on C-SPAN
My hood's been on CNN, my hood's been on watch
My city's in the middle of Long Beach and Watts
I'm at the Tam's Burgers, eating fries
Now how many niggas done died eating number 5?
Been shot a couple times, but I'm alive
Hub City hustler, I'll show you how to survive, nigga
[Hook - The Game:]
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 2 - Problem:]
Wear Chucks, don't gang bang, I fuck baddies
I'll show you how to stuff 100 P's in turkey baggies
Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis
Riding steel, tell Jesus fall flabby
L's come bro I'm relapsing to the old days
In and out of spouses, middle manning the cocaine
Finger on the trigger cause niggas ain't trynna fight
And bitches ain't shit, so niggas ain't trynna wife nothing
Who needs love? Million dollar weed plugs
Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club
Hoes never ease up, D2B
Nigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me!
West Side baby, ain't tripping off nothin'
Going out a winner like Peyton
Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome
Same 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome
[Hook - The Game:]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 3 - Boogie:]
Aye man, just tell God come and lift me
Come and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busy
Don't ever get it twisted, just cause we don't wear Dickies
You ain't heard of Mausberg, you know you ain't from the city
Man, I was born in this problem
We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options
Do you know the feeling to have niggas out watching
With your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell "Bompton!"?
Man, I done lost hope
Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we Cross Roads
Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait
We trying to figure why ya'll got mid in the first place
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, know my niggas on the wait
Wait, wait, wait, know somebody finna pay
Finna hit Stanford, man I just left the A
We don't recognize your car, you ain't coming in the gate
On West Side Bompton
[Hook - The Game:]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
Posted on Brazil and Wilmington
Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton
Cold steel got 'em trembling
Stomp a nigga out (In what?) in my Timberlands
Red dot on your head, nigga
Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, nigga
Your auntie stay around here but you don't
Your cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won't
Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G man
West Side Bompton, my city's been on C-SPAN
My hood's been on CNN, my hood's been on watch
My city's in the middle of Long Beach and Watts
I'm at the Tam's Burgers, eating fries
Now how many niggas done died eating number 5?
Been shot a couple times, but I'm alive
Hub City hustler, I'll show you how to survive, nigga
[Hook - The Game:]
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 2 - Problem:]
Wear Chucks, don't gang bang, I fuck baddies
I'll show you how to stuff 100 P's in turkey baggies
Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis
Riding steel, tell Jesus fall flabby
L's come bro I'm relapsing to the old days
In and out of spouses, middle manning the cocaine
Finger on the trigger cause niggas ain't trynna fight
And bitches ain't shit, so niggas ain't trynna wife nothing
Who needs love? Million dollar weed plugs
Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club
Hoes never ease up, D2B
Nigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me!
West Side baby, ain't tripping off nothin'
Going out a winner like Peyton
Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome
Same 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome
[Hook - The Game:]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 3 - Boogie:]
Aye man, just tell God come and lift me
Come and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busy
Don't ever get it twisted, just cause we don't wear Dickies
You ain't heard of Mausberg, you know you ain't from the city
Man, I was born in this problem
We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options
Do you know the feeling to have niggas out watching
With your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell "Bompton!"?
Man, I done lost hope
Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we Cross Roads
Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait
We trying to figure why ya'll got mid in the first place
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, know my niggas on the wait
Wait, wait, wait, know somebody finna pay
Finna hit Stanford, man I just left the A
We don't recognize your car, you ain't coming in the gate
On West Side Bompton
[Hook - The Game:]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Hit The News lyrics - The Game
40 ounces ain't the only thing poppin'
'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'
Low lows ain't the only thing droppin'
Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!"
Like ooh, ooh
Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés
Fuck you thought nigga? They tryna' overuse the shotty
Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty
I am from where the niggas say "What'd up Cuh?"
You can get your ass wet up by "One Blood?"
And I bet they just saw El Chapo
And you can get your noodles spilled right up in your taco
And you can get your taco turnt into some nachos
All over cheese my nigga
What's beef my nigga? Ridin' by slow mo
Bullet holes in Caine and Sharif my nigga!
Fuck peace my nigga! Cause every time we try that
We get smoked by police my nigga
I am bringing sheets my nigga
Went from being skinny and gettin' jacked for my Penny's to a beast my nigga
40 ounces ain't the only thing poppin'
'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'
Low lows ain't the only thing droppin'
Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!"
Like ooh, ooh
Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés
Fuck you thought nigga? They tryna' overuse the shotty
Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty
I want the zooms zooms and wam wams, bricks in the Trans Am
Shooters on first, second and third, that's a grand slam
These rap niggas Fruit Loops; Toucan Sam
When I say so, bloods rush like a handstand
And ain't with that old Death Row shit
Been bangin' since '94, I ain't never did no hoe shit
Type of nigga I am, empty out the whole clip
Call my YG's and have em' run through your whole shit
Who was before Kendrick, who was before Nip?
Middle of the Slauson, did my shit fighting four Crips
You win some and you lose some nigga
You break knuckles and you bruise some nigga, what?
40 ounces ain't the only thing poppin'
'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'
Low lows ain't the only thing droppin'
Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!"
Like ooh, ooh
Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés
Fuck you thought nigga? They tryna' overuse the shotty
Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty
'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'
Low lows ain't the only thing droppin'
Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!"
Like ooh, ooh
Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés
Fuck you thought nigga? They tryna' overuse the shotty
Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty
I am from where the niggas say "What'd up Cuh?"
You can get your ass wet up by "One Blood?"
And I bet they just saw El Chapo
And you can get your noodles spilled right up in your taco
And you can get your taco turnt into some nachos
All over cheese my nigga
What's beef my nigga? Ridin' by slow mo
Bullet holes in Caine and Sharif my nigga!
Fuck peace my nigga! Cause every time we try that
We get smoked by police my nigga
I am bringing sheets my nigga
Went from being skinny and gettin' jacked for my Penny's to a beast my nigga
40 ounces ain't the only thing poppin'
'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'
Low lows ain't the only thing droppin'
Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!"
Like ooh, ooh
Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés
Fuck you thought nigga? They tryna' overuse the shotty
Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty
I want the zooms zooms and wam wams, bricks in the Trans Am
Shooters on first, second and third, that's a grand slam
These rap niggas Fruit Loops; Toucan Sam
When I say so, bloods rush like a handstand
And ain't with that old Death Row shit
Been bangin' since '94, I ain't never did no hoe shit
Type of nigga I am, empty out the whole clip
Call my YG's and have em' run through your whole shit
Who was before Kendrick, who was before Nip?
Middle of the Slauson, did my shit fighting four Crips
You win some and you lose some nigga
You break knuckles and you bruise some nigga, what?
40 ounces ain't the only thing poppin'
'Round here we get it clockin' when the things start knockin'
Low lows ain't the only thing droppin'
Bodies hit the ground, tires screeching niggas yell "Compton!"
Like ooh, ooh
Them niggas hoppin' out of coupés, coupés
Fuck you thought nigga? They tryna' overuse the shotty
Shit I'm tryna' hit the news with the shotty
Bullshit lyrics -The Game
Ay who got all these niggas walking around
With all this motherfuckin' air in they chest?
Oh, you pumpin' your motherfucking self up, huh?
You know I'm with the bullshit, ay
You know I'm with the bullshit
Niggas know I'm with the bullshit
You know I'm with the bullshit
Pull up, park the Camaro like an arrow
Only fuck with Snoop, nigga fuck your cousin Harold
Plus I got the barrel on tuck, nigga what
First nigga jump up, first nigga fucked up
I'm with the bullshit, Jimmy Butler in the cutlass
Hop out, get yo ass beaten, no mustard
Hood full of killers, Cedar Block, no busters
Say we gon' do it, but we ain't, don't trust us
Get your ass robbed out here
By a nigga name Rob out here with no job out here
We with the bullshit, Burgundy sob out here
Get smoked if ever say slob out here
Nigga this Piru, I'm advertising like a commercial
Hand me your hood pass, pat you down then murk you
Nigga we still mad Doughboy killed Virgil
Blood this ain't no motherfuckin' movie
You know I'm with the bullshit, ay
You know I'm with the bullshit
Niggas know I'm with the bullshit
You know I'm with the bullshit
40 days, 40 nights
If I ever lose a muthafuckin' fight
You in the pen', say good night
Get your ass strangled with the motherfuckin' kite
I am with the bullshit, save them motherfuckin' tears
You bunk down with the nigga that ain't had pussy in years
He with the bullshit, fuck you gon' go?
Nigga where the fuck you gon' go when he made you his hoe
Now you switchin' in the pen
Through the glass talking to your mama, bitchin in the pen'
Ohh you snitchin' in the pen?
Your lawyer stuck you on the pen', nigga just stick you in the pen' (ohh)
My nigga Reek doing 30
And I got gun that he did murder with, it's still dirty
And I heard from a little birdy, niggas wanna problems
Jump in my Impala, skrrt!
You know I'm with the bullshit, ay
You know I'm with the bullshit
Niggas know I'm with the bullshit
You know I'm with the bullshit
With all this motherfuckin' air in they chest?
Oh, you pumpin' your motherfucking self up, huh?
You know I'm with the bullshit, ay
You know I'm with the bullshit
Niggas know I'm with the bullshit
You know I'm with the bullshit
Pull up, park the Camaro like an arrow
Only fuck with Snoop, nigga fuck your cousin Harold
Plus I got the barrel on tuck, nigga what
First nigga jump up, first nigga fucked up
I'm with the bullshit, Jimmy Butler in the cutlass
Hop out, get yo ass beaten, no mustard
Hood full of killers, Cedar Block, no busters
Say we gon' do it, but we ain't, don't trust us
Get your ass robbed out here
By a nigga name Rob out here with no job out here
We with the bullshit, Burgundy sob out here
Get smoked if ever say slob out here
Nigga this Piru, I'm advertising like a commercial
Hand me your hood pass, pat you down then murk you
Nigga we still mad Doughboy killed Virgil
Blood this ain't no motherfuckin' movie
You know I'm with the bullshit, ay
You know I'm with the bullshit
Niggas know I'm with the bullshit
You know I'm with the bullshit
40 days, 40 nights
If I ever lose a muthafuckin' fight
You in the pen', say good night
Get your ass strangled with the motherfuckin' kite
I am with the bullshit, save them motherfuckin' tears
You bunk down with the nigga that ain't had pussy in years
He with the bullshit, fuck you gon' go?
Nigga where the fuck you gon' go when he made you his hoe
Now you switchin' in the pen
Through the glass talking to your mama, bitchin in the pen'
Ohh you snitchin' in the pen?
Your lawyer stuck you on the pen', nigga just stick you in the pen' (ohh)
My nigga Reek doing 30
And I got gun that he did murder with, it's still dirty
And I heard from a little birdy, niggas wanna problems
Jump in my Impala, skrrt!
You know I'm with the bullshit, ay
You know I'm with the bullshit
Niggas know I'm with the bullshit
You know I'm with the bullshit
Can't Wait lyrics - The Game
I got a bitch named Soo, I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo and a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait till I can fuck em' again, can't wait
My little bitch named Soo', that's my Woo
She like to play hide and seek inside my coupe
When I pull up, she like to hop out the roof
And I put that on my hood, I love eveything that she do
She a cougar, she 38, I am 36
Bitch got bodies on her, yeah new dirty bitch
That bitch mean, always up in my jeans
And inhale fire, ain't no in between
She a ride or die bitch, I swear, swear to God
If you walk around with her gon' feel like in the mob
Yeah, this bitch married to the game
And I don't leave without her and a pocketful of change
We gon' get rich together
She's bi-sexual, we gon' fuck a bitch together
Sixteen in the clip', she got her shit together
This shit is forever
I got a bitch named Soo, I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo and a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait till I can fuck em' again, can't wait
My little bitch named Woo, she be trippin'
She ain't got no time be playin' with the niggas
She always runnin' off at the mouth
She get high, she can burn a hole in the couch, ooh
She be killin' niggas when she's dressed
That's why I always handle her with love and finesse
Unless I bout to finger bang
Her sister get jealous, that's when my finger change
Both of them my bitches
Yeah, both of them my bitches
Both of them my bitches
Both of them my bitches
I let my enemies kiss her
I let my enemies kiss her
Then I hop up in the Benz' with her
I don't give a fuck that they twin sisters
I got a bitch named Soo, I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo and a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait till I can fuck em' again, can't wait
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo and a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait till I can fuck em' again, can't wait
My little bitch named Soo', that's my Woo
She like to play hide and seek inside my coupe
When I pull up, she like to hop out the roof
And I put that on my hood, I love eveything that she do
She a cougar, she 38, I am 36
Bitch got bodies on her, yeah new dirty bitch
That bitch mean, always up in my jeans
And inhale fire, ain't no in between
She a ride or die bitch, I swear, swear to God
If you walk around with her gon' feel like in the mob
Yeah, this bitch married to the game
And I don't leave without her and a pocketful of change
We gon' get rich together
She's bi-sexual, we gon' fuck a bitch together
Sixteen in the clip', she got her shit together
This shit is forever
I got a bitch named Soo, I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo and a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait till I can fuck em' again, can't wait
My little bitch named Woo, she be trippin'
She ain't got no time be playin' with the niggas
She always runnin' off at the mouth
She get high, she can burn a hole in the couch, ooh
She be killin' niggas when she's dressed
That's why I always handle her with love and finesse
Unless I bout to finger bang
Her sister get jealous, that's when my finger change
Both of them my bitches
Yeah, both of them my bitches
Both of them my bitches
Both of them my bitches
I let my enemies kiss her
I let my enemies kiss her
Then I hop up in the Benz' with her
I don't give a fuck that they twin sisters
I got a bitch named Soo, I got a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait, can't wait
I got a bitch named Soo and a bitch named Woo
And they twins, can't wait till I can fuck em' again
Can't wait till I can fuck em' again, can't wait
Gang Signs lyrics - The Game
When the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
So many of my niggas died
Better watch what you throw up
Niggas talking all that shit
But when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
Dear God, I now know what I've done
Through my thoughts and my actions
And the things that I've said
Sometimes by mistake and sometimes on purpose, Amen
Got my mind on this murder, and promise so ganged up
Got a black Mac 11 and it hit like a Mac truck
Product of bad luck, play it out on that movie screen
And to scope with some killers, almost die for moving green
My mama a fella, my daddy so long gone
My grandmama died at 18, left me all alone
All I got is my guns, bandanas and weed
Leave me with 2 dead brothers, my enemies gon' bleed
I'm messed up, suicidal, rest in peace to Hayes
Wasn't no killers where my niggas seen some better days
That California have you stressed out, a million ways to die
Gotta pull that vest out
Cause when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
So many of my niggas died
Better watch what you throw up
Niggas talking all that shit
But when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
Fuck niggas gon' die, speaking homicide
Laid out in the street, let his mama cry
White chalk, black streets
Red rack, coke killer, watch 'em leak
Black on black crimes
Killing our own brothers
But what the fuck can we do
When you got on the wrong colours?
Take a breath, inhale, let it go, lights off
Have a problem, hit the switch, lay it low
Soon as you walk out the crib, we gon' blast
Hit the 110 and now the one time on your ass
In 4 minutes, you thought that you got away with it
Thought that shit was a dream, let us pray
Cause when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
So many of my niggas died
Better watch what you throw up
Niggas talking all that shit
But when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
So many of my niggas died
Better watch what you throw up
Niggas talking all that shit
But when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
Dear God, I now know what I've done
Through my thoughts and my actions
And the things that I've said
Sometimes by mistake and sometimes on purpose, Amen
Got my mind on this murder, and promise so ganged up
Got a black Mac 11 and it hit like a Mac truck
Product of bad luck, play it out on that movie screen
And to scope with some killers, almost die for moving green
My mama a fella, my daddy so long gone
My grandmama died at 18, left me all alone
All I got is my guns, bandanas and weed
Leave me with 2 dead brothers, my enemies gon' bleed
I'm messed up, suicidal, rest in peace to Hayes
Wasn't no killers where my niggas seen some better days
That California have you stressed out, a million ways to die
Gotta pull that vest out
Cause when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
So many of my niggas died
Better watch what you throw up
Niggas talking all that shit
But when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
Fuck niggas gon' die, speaking homicide
Laid out in the street, let his mama cry
White chalk, black streets
Red rack, coke killer, watch 'em leak
Black on black crimes
Killing our own brothers
But what the fuck can we do
When you got on the wrong colours?
Take a breath, inhale, let it go, lights off
Have a problem, hit the switch, lay it low
Soon as you walk out the crib, we gon' blast
Hit the 110 and now the one time on your ass
In 4 minutes, you thought that you got away with it
Thought that shit was a dream, let us pray
Cause when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
So many of my niggas died
Better watch what you throw up
Niggas talking all that shit
But when the gang sings go up
You see your life flash right before your eyes
And you know what
That's how it is on the west side
When the gang sings go up
Unfollow Me Bitch lyrics - The Game (feat. Problem)
[The Game & (Problem):]
Problem struck a match and the match went out
Car pool full of hoes (Diamond Lane in the house)
You know I be lovin' them, fuckin them, fuck all the kissing and hugging
I'm thugging nigga, it's The Game in the house
Baby girl with the dominos, set up the table for the homie
Said here go 100, we hungry, so order Domino's (fuck yeah!)
Sit on my lap, let me, rub on your back
(Do what you want with it) Don't you tell a nigga that
She trying keep the score, her girlfriend sleep on the floor
Off Ciroc and the PARTYNEXTDOOR (bitch here)
We good is it for 'em to come
If the homies can't (get-get-get-get-get, get some)
[The Game:]
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, you need a thug in your life
[The Game & (Problem):]
18 to auntie's, chochies in them panties
Hood fly nigga with bread in all me pantries
Take her to the crib and get her Netflix on
Till she get me neck licks with my necklace on
Fuckin' bling on you baby, you bad girl
Them leggin' pants complementin your ass girl
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
And on that note, my nigga Game where you at
I heard you got it back, 'sup with that?
(In a bathroom nigga, bout' to break a bitch back)
Ooh-wee, I wish I was you
I am bout' go to find our crew
What! Turn up! Gone! (Oh shit!)
[The Game:]
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, thug in your life
Girl you need a thug in your life, you need a thug in your life
The Chronic lyrics - The Game (feat. AD and AV)
[The Game:]
I left the impala astray, one blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre, see what he got to say
About the Chronic, the Chronic
We get money the fast way, give bitches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic
[AV:]
Compton, California born and raised nigga
Remember all them days nigga
Chillin' with the homies, shooting dice, catch a faze nigga
Little niggas out here on this corner gettin' fade nigga
Did some shit, but we gon' take these secrets to the grave with us
I did it all nigga, run it from the law nigga
Life behind the bars nigga, and make collect calls nigga
Selling dope and gang banging, I was tryna ball nigga
Everybody come up, and nobody wanna fall with us
Every night I had a dream I made it outta hood
They see these lights and these cameras and think we got it good
You either gang bang, rap or sell drugs nigga
Welcome to the hub nigga, it's Compton
[The Game:]
I left the impala astray, one blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre, see what he got to say
About the Chronic, the Chronic
We get money the fast way, give bitches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic
[AD:]
Compton, California since I was a youngin'
Crowd banging through the speakers, reminiscin 'bout them old days
Grinding hard, on the come up, tryna get it
When we ran into Xzibit now a young nigga know Dre
No Game, no K. Dot
Hard love, I ain't even gotta name drop
Like I got an addiction, because I can't stop
Every time I hear a record when the base drop, bang
Wack, you shouldn’t have never gave me this beat
Stat, you should have never gave me this beat!
I'm a Comp-town Crip, I'm goin' crazy in these streets
One time for my roots goin' brazy in these streets on the hood
Yeah, yeah, better heard me in the club, niggas think that I lost it
Ballin hard on these records, my triangle office
You can ask Battlecat
Who the youngin that be coming to the ref school?
Pharmacy
One of the best spittin on the hood, you can ask Pooh
Just left loose compound
Cuz I'm hanging on the Westside, don't get knocked down
It's cool, I don't do it for the props now
Need help, I just call up the Doc now
[The Game:]
I left the impala astray, one blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre, see what he got to say
About the Chronic, the Chronic
We get money the fast way, give bitches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic
I left the impala astray, one blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre, see what he got to say
About the Chronic, the Chronic
We get money the fast way, give bitches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic
[AV:]
Compton, California born and raised nigga
Remember all them days nigga
Chillin' with the homies, shooting dice, catch a faze nigga
Little niggas out here on this corner gettin' fade nigga
Did some shit, but we gon' take these secrets to the grave with us
I did it all nigga, run it from the law nigga
Life behind the bars nigga, and make collect calls nigga
Selling dope and gang banging, I was tryna ball nigga
Everybody come up, and nobody wanna fall with us
Every night I had a dream I made it outta hood
They see these lights and these cameras and think we got it good
You either gang bang, rap or sell drugs nigga
Welcome to the hub nigga, it's Compton
[The Game:]
I left the impala astray, one blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre, see what he got to say
About the Chronic, the Chronic
We get money the fast way, give bitches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic
[AD:]
Compton, California since I was a youngin'
Crowd banging through the speakers, reminiscin 'bout them old days
Grinding hard, on the come up, tryna get it
When we ran into Xzibit now a young nigga know Dre
No Game, no K. Dot
Hard love, I ain't even gotta name drop
Like I got an addiction, because I can't stop
Every time I hear a record when the base drop, bang
Wack, you shouldn’t have never gave me this beat
Stat, you should have never gave me this beat!
I'm a Comp-town Crip, I'm goin' crazy in these streets
One time for my roots goin' brazy in these streets on the hood
Yeah, yeah, better heard me in the club, niggas think that I lost it
Ballin hard on these records, my triangle office
You can ask Battlecat
Who the youngin that be coming to the ref school?
Pharmacy
One of the best spittin on the hood, you can ask Pooh
Just left loose compound
Cuz I'm hanging on the Westside, don't get knocked down
It's cool, I don't do it for the props now
Need help, I just call up the Doc now
[The Game:]
I left the impala astray, one blunt in my ashtray
And you can go ask Dre, see what he got to say
About the Chronic, the Chronic
We get money the fast way, give bitches the gassed face
Don't wait 'til the last day, to see who got the deals
On the Chronic, the Chronic
Like Me lyrics - The Game
7:46, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by 30 last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ magazine while I take a shit
Walk back to my room, wake up this bitch
Kickin' her out, dick in her mouth, that Compton shit, boy
I'm on that monster shit, boy
Chopper out the trunk, on some Compton shit, boy
I remember flipping dimes and shit
Putting five to them planes, that La Bamba shit
Dr. Dre ain't got time for this, he wearing Beats
I got my ear to the ground, lil' nigga, I'm in these streets like
Streetlights and lead pipes, up in the projects
We gon' make it out but this shit is a slow process
Lean right, keep heat tight, don't ever digest
Hollow tips where your mind rest, you forgot
They don't make niggas like me
Nah, they don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
Wassup
I'm that nigga that sold packs by the bungalows
Animal out here, my niggas in the jungles know
I'm cold like one below in Green Bay
Had the water on the block, to the fiends I was a stingray
I had a Z before I seen Jay
I had the West, I used to sling yay
But sometimes when tables turn like a DJ
Had them rocks and them bands like Green Day
I used to listen to, Project Pat tote straps and sell crack
Used to smoke that Bobby Brown, fuck rats and sit back
On my forte, was more yay, my enemies got gift-wrapped
The two nicks in two days, got new fits and new Js
Thankful for my two Ks, my vision clear as Blu-ray
Kill your ass today, knock the glue off your toupée
My guns like "hi", leave that shy shit to Lupe
Then chop the top off the coupe, doomsday
They don't make niggas like me
Nah, they don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
Cook crack nigga
Lakers lost by 30 last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ magazine while I take a shit
Walk back to my room, wake up this bitch
Kickin' her out, dick in her mouth, that Compton shit, boy
I'm on that monster shit, boy
Chopper out the trunk, on some Compton shit, boy
I remember flipping dimes and shit
Putting five to them planes, that La Bamba shit
Dr. Dre ain't got time for this, he wearing Beats
I got my ear to the ground, lil' nigga, I'm in these streets like
Streetlights and lead pipes, up in the projects
We gon' make it out but this shit is a slow process
Lean right, keep heat tight, don't ever digest
Hollow tips where your mind rest, you forgot
They don't make niggas like me
Nah, they don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
Wassup
I'm that nigga that sold packs by the bungalows
Animal out here, my niggas in the jungles know
I'm cold like one below in Green Bay
Had the water on the block, to the fiends I was a stingray
I had a Z before I seen Jay
I had the West, I used to sling yay
But sometimes when tables turn like a DJ
Had them rocks and them bands like Green Day
I used to listen to, Project Pat tote straps and sell crack
Used to smoke that Bobby Brown, fuck rats and sit back
On my forte, was more yay, my enemies got gift-wrapped
The two nicks in two days, got new fits and new Js
Thankful for my two Ks, my vision clear as Blu-ray
Kill your ass today, knock the glue off your toupée
My guns like "hi", leave that shy shit to Lupe
Then chop the top off the coupe, doomsday
They don't make niggas like me
Nah, they don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
Cook crack nigga
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