[The Game:]
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
[The Game:]
I know who killed Pac, nigga
The police know who killed Pac, nigga
Suge Knight know who killed Pac, nigga
He died at the car wash, the world heard the shots, nigga
Then they killed Biggie, he just came through to visit
Rampart division, Pirus ain't had nothing to do with it
So many niggas in caskets, then turned ashes
Some get shot, some Hussein Fatal in car crashes
I think it's a conspiracy theory, Illuminati
How Pac died and two months later they killed Kadafi
Then they killed Buntry Al and Heron, they getting sloppy
LAPD, these niggas worse than the Nazis
And Pac was only 25, thuggin' as a youngin'
Sitting shotgun, I wonder if he seen them shots coming
Guess it don't matter, all the niggas buried, though
Wouldn't have never happened if Suge kept it real with Harry-O
[Harry-O:]
The way I look at it is like this, even me man, coming up in that game, right.
I came up in that game, man, and I was blind to a lot of things.
And even though I came to jail for some bullshit, I believe that the karma had a lot to do with that.
See that's what happened with Fat Boy when he disrespected me in the game.
But I was a good dude in a lot of ways to a lot of people and so a lot of people that crossed me in different ways think they gon' have karma.
So karma swings for me both ways, what you put out you get back.
You put out good shit, you gon' get good shit; it may not always look like it because sometimes there be obstacles in the between.
But I dun learned cause when I was on the street I used to go hard in the paint about different shit.
What I learned over the years though is, man, sometimes you ain't gotta be the judge,
the jury or the situation cause karma gonna handle it’s business cause it’s (fair)
[Scarface:]
Late night down Sunset, liking the scene
On a tour bus in St. Paul, riding to win
Don't know how it begin, every day was a new
When he was young, living life fast and rhyming his truth
And if crack had took a part of the homies family tree
The lil' nigga he was talking 'bout was probably me
And him to know my life story and we not even meet
When we did, it was like we'd known each other for dealing
When the last time I seen him, he was playing his tape
And he would lay the title Makaveli the Great
Smile for me, yeah, it's strictly for my niggas
Try to touch money, high on weed and liquor
Hoping God'll forgive us, we been stuck here in the Matrix
Dead before you dishonor a nigga when he face him
Whatever shit you dealing with, you get you two Glocks
I guarantee that pussy shit'll stop
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
[The Game:]
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
When the last time you seen 2Pac?
[The Game:]
Last time I seen him was in the mirror this morning
Riverside, motherfucker
Intoxicated lyric - The Game (feat. Deion)
[DJ EZ-Dicc:]
Yeah, it's time to wake up
Wake up and cake up
It's 187.4 FM on your dial
The number 1 station via satellite, CD radio and your stereo
Broadcasting live from the left coast
The land of la la, movie stars, pimps, playas, hustlers and thirst traps
It's W Balls, the station that murders them all with platinum hits
And this is dedicated to the ladies who love giving that sloppy toppy
Go 'head and pull that foreskin back, hold on tight
It's the jack off hour, girl
You requested it and The Documentary 2 is in your ear
And I am the DJ that is gonna sock some soul to your ass
Not the DJ that can save your life
It's ya boy, Kane Dingaling, AKA the original black spiderman
About to shoot a rope down your throat, it's DJ EZ-Dicc
Killing you softly with intoxication and a song that's guaranteed to put some dip in your hip
Right now you're listening to the sweet melodic sounds of The Game and the homeboy Deion
So kick back, get your mind right, red cups in the air
Sip on some of that gin and juice like it ain't no thang
And puff on some of that LA Confidential strain, yeah
[Deion:]
Pouring up the gin and juice (gin and juice)
Got a nigga feeling loose (got a nigga feeling loose)
Can you roll this blunt for me (yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna smoke this weed (smoke this weed)
I spend all my life intoxicated (intoxicated)
And the chronic on deck (on deck)
Till we spark that grade-A
And shout goes out to our Instagram thot Shanine from the CPT
Yeah, she swallowed the nation and she's in our winning circle and she qualifies for that Blood Money swag pack
That includes the Blood Money gear, that Brazilian, Malaysian bundle, one year's worth of free visits to Dr. Fixaflat, the ass doctor
She got two tickets in backstage passes to the winners' circle concert featuring YG, Ty Dolla $ign, Kendrick Lamar and starring The Game
And speaking of The Game, he gon' be stopping by the studio later on
But right about now, I'ma hit you off with another slapper off The Documentary 2
It's a DJ Quik produced joint so pop it and lock it
Right here on the station that fades them all, W-Balls
yeah that's that chronic
Don't stop sucking, girl
(Everybody's got to hear this shit
On W Balls! W Balls!)
Yeah, it's time to wake up
Wake up and cake up
It's 187.4 FM on your dial
The number 1 station via satellite, CD radio and your stereo
Broadcasting live from the left coast
The land of la la, movie stars, pimps, playas, hustlers and thirst traps
It's W Balls, the station that murders them all with platinum hits
And this is dedicated to the ladies who love giving that sloppy toppy
Go 'head and pull that foreskin back, hold on tight
It's the jack off hour, girl
You requested it and The Documentary 2 is in your ear
And I am the DJ that is gonna sock some soul to your ass
Not the DJ that can save your life
It's ya boy, Kane Dingaling, AKA the original black spiderman
About to shoot a rope down your throat, it's DJ EZ-Dicc
Killing you softly with intoxication and a song that's guaranteed to put some dip in your hip
Right now you're listening to the sweet melodic sounds of The Game and the homeboy Deion
So kick back, get your mind right, red cups in the air
Sip on some of that gin and juice like it ain't no thang
And puff on some of that LA Confidential strain, yeah
[Deion:]
Pouring up the gin and juice (gin and juice)
Got a nigga feeling loose (got a nigga feeling loose)
Can you roll this blunt for me (yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna smoke this weed (smoke this weed)
I spend all my life intoxicated (intoxicated)
And the chronic on deck (on deck)
Till we spark that grade-A
And shout goes out to our Instagram thot Shanine from the CPT
Yeah, she swallowed the nation and she's in our winning circle and she qualifies for that Blood Money swag pack
That includes the Blood Money gear, that Brazilian, Malaysian bundle, one year's worth of free visits to Dr. Fixaflat, the ass doctor
She got two tickets in backstage passes to the winners' circle concert featuring YG, Ty Dolla $ign, Kendrick Lamar and starring The Game
And speaking of The Game, he gon' be stopping by the studio later on
But right about now, I'ma hit you off with another slapper off The Documentary 2
It's a DJ Quik produced joint so pop it and lock it
Right here on the station that fades them all, W-Balls
yeah that's that chronic
Don't stop sucking, girl
(Everybody's got to hear this shit
On W Balls! W Balls!)
Quik's Groove (The One) lyrics - The Game (feat. DJ Quik, Sevyn Streeter & Micah)
[The Game:]
You see I wake up in the morning
Grab my blunt and pull my dick up out this bitch mouth
I'm feeling like making this bitch iron my clothes or something
Multitasking, cooking breakfast
Making a nigga wanna smack that ass
See, I met this bitch on Crenshaw, she told me give her a ride
I said, "If I do that, you gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive."
Cause I ain't, for, the tricking, no I ain't
I'm with my main bitch and my side bitch, I'm feeling like Saddam
They had the bomb,
And if her baby daddy tripping, fuck that nigga
I push that nigga hairline back like he LeBron
Make a nigga disappear like J-Kwon
Body found by the Swans
Nigga missing both of his arms, I ain't playing
I'm with the rat-tat-tat-tat, shoot a nigga if he do or don't die
He ain't never coming back
Now it's one, two, buckle my shoe
Padded leather Giuseppes nigga, watch what the fuck I do
It's the P-I-R-to-the-U
And I put that on my momma I'ma ride for you baby boo
Yay yay, I said I put that on my momma I'ma ride for you baby boo
[Micah & Sevyn Streeter:]
I hope you giving head today
Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut)
Baby we gon' celebrate, celebration
You bring all your girls and I'ma bring my crew, let me be the one
One you take home at the end of the night babe, let me be the one
I only want you to myself babe, let me be the one
But you know I'm always open to suggestions
I said let me be the one
Down for you, it should never be a question, babe
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
Don't waste my time, baby, don't waste my time
To blow your mind, to blow your mind
[DJ Quik:]
Yeah, Quik is the name
With The Game, it's a goddamn shame
Niggas can't see that we to blame
For putting Compton to flames
Ignite it up, haters knotted up
When you trip with canker sores in your whip
That's what I do, to protect my party
My goons snatch you out by your Ed Hardy
Then its back to shawty, all the ladies drink free
All the players grab a tab, that's how that's supposed to be
Drinking Casamigos, fucking faster than grand national regals
I'm in it in the pussy doing kegals
I'm so Fred Segal right now
She so spread eagle right now
Ain't nothing but the clothes going down
I'm in the game and the fire's the same
My music is infinite like even before my fame
I wrote about a thousand 16-bar verses
And I'm still coming off like this my first here
[Micah & Sevyn Streeter:]
I hope you giving head today
Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut)
Baby we gon' celebrate, celebration
You bring all your girls and I'ma bring my crew, let me be the one
One you take home at the end of the night babe, let me be the one
I only want you to myself babe, let me be the one
But you know I'm always open to suggestions
I said let me be the one
Down for you, it should never be a question, babe
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
Don't waste my time, baby, don't waste my time
To blow your mind, to blow your mind
[The Game:]
Now DJ Quik got a bitch from the Bay
Say she wanna fuck his lil homie, got her sipping on that Alize
You ever had your dick sucked to Mausberg before?
And had a Mossberg pump leaning on the front door?
Treat my dick like a newborn, hold the head
I told a bitch "Pimpin' ain't dead, hoes are scared
So stop that bickering," I got a bitch from the Nickersons
That got a fucking bounty on my head, uh oh
[DJ Quik:]
I'm rhyming with Chuck Taylor too, he doing something new
Something more comfortable for you to just bang your shit to
So lady, go on and work those hips
Like them inmates work those divs
And when I get there baby work your lips
If it don't make dollars don't holler
It's DJ Quik in any year Impala
And if it don't make sense then don't flinch
What you hear from a bull that don't chew no grass?
No shit
[Micah & Sevyn Streeter:]
I hope you giving head today
Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut)
Baby we gon' celebrate
You bring all your girls and I'ma bring my crew, let me be the one
One you take home at the end of the night babe, let me be the one
I only want you to myself babe, let me be the one
But you know I'm always open to suggestions
I said let me be the one
Down for you, it should never be a question, babe
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
Don't waste my time, baby, don't waste my time
To blow your mind, to blow your mind
[DJ EZ Dicc (Ricky Harris):]
Sucking on my dick
She's a bad, bad girl
Uh, h-hold on, hold on, baby
Your head hit the button, girl
We on the li-
Z-boy fro, yo man are we live?
We still live, huh?
Damn girl, don't stop though
Hit you off with something brand new
A Travis Barker produced joint, believe it or not
Hold on, let me hit this button
You see I wake up in the morning
Grab my blunt and pull my dick up out this bitch mouth
I'm feeling like making this bitch iron my clothes or something
Multitasking, cooking breakfast
Making a nigga wanna smack that ass
See, I met this bitch on Crenshaw, she told me give her a ride
I said, "If I do that, you gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive."
Cause I ain't, for, the tricking, no I ain't
I'm with my main bitch and my side bitch, I'm feeling like Saddam
They had the bomb,
And if her baby daddy tripping, fuck that nigga
I push that nigga hairline back like he LeBron
Make a nigga disappear like J-Kwon
Body found by the Swans
Nigga missing both of his arms, I ain't playing
I'm with the rat-tat-tat-tat, shoot a nigga if he do or don't die
He ain't never coming back
Now it's one, two, buckle my shoe
Padded leather Giuseppes nigga, watch what the fuck I do
It's the P-I-R-to-the-U
And I put that on my momma I'ma ride for you baby boo
Yay yay, I said I put that on my momma I'ma ride for you baby boo
[Micah & Sevyn Streeter:]
I hope you giving head today
Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut)
Baby we gon' celebrate, celebration
You bring all your girls and I'ma bring my crew, let me be the one
One you take home at the end of the night babe, let me be the one
I only want you to myself babe, let me be the one
But you know I'm always open to suggestions
I said let me be the one
Down for you, it should never be a question, babe
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
Don't waste my time, baby, don't waste my time
To blow your mind, to blow your mind
[DJ Quik:]
Yeah, Quik is the name
With The Game, it's a goddamn shame
Niggas can't see that we to blame
For putting Compton to flames
Ignite it up, haters knotted up
When you trip with canker sores in your whip
That's what I do, to protect my party
My goons snatch you out by your Ed Hardy
Then its back to shawty, all the ladies drink free
All the players grab a tab, that's how that's supposed to be
Drinking Casamigos, fucking faster than grand national regals
I'm in it in the pussy doing kegals
I'm so Fred Segal right now
She so spread eagle right now
Ain't nothing but the clothes going down
I'm in the game and the fire's the same
My music is infinite like even before my fame
I wrote about a thousand 16-bar verses
And I'm still coming off like this my first here
[Micah & Sevyn Streeter:]
I hope you giving head today
Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut)
Baby we gon' celebrate, celebration
You bring all your girls and I'ma bring my crew, let me be the one
One you take home at the end of the night babe, let me be the one
I only want you to myself babe, let me be the one
But you know I'm always open to suggestions
I said let me be the one
Down for you, it should never be a question, babe
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
Don't waste my time, baby, don't waste my time
To blow your mind, to blow your mind
[The Game:]
Now DJ Quik got a bitch from the Bay
Say she wanna fuck his lil homie, got her sipping on that Alize
You ever had your dick sucked to Mausberg before?
And had a Mossberg pump leaning on the front door?
Treat my dick like a newborn, hold the head
I told a bitch "Pimpin' ain't dead, hoes are scared
So stop that bickering," I got a bitch from the Nickersons
That got a fucking bounty on my head, uh oh
[DJ Quik:]
I'm rhyming with Chuck Taylor too, he doing something new
Something more comfortable for you to just bang your shit to
So lady, go on and work those hips
Like them inmates work those divs
And when I get there baby work your lips
If it don't make dollars don't holler
It's DJ Quik in any year Impala
And if it don't make sense then don't flinch
What you hear from a bull that don't chew no grass?
No shit
[Micah & Sevyn Streeter:]
I hope you giving head today
Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut)
Baby we gon' celebrate
You bring all your girls and I'ma bring my crew, let me be the one
One you take home at the end of the night babe, let me be the one
I only want you to myself babe, let me be the one
But you know I'm always open to suggestions
I said let me be the one
Down for you, it should never be a question, babe
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
Don't waste my time, baby, don't waste my time
To blow your mind, to blow your mind
[DJ EZ Dicc (Ricky Harris):]
Sucking on my dick
She's a bad, bad girl
Uh, h-hold on, hold on, baby
Your head hit the button, girl
We on the li-
Z-boy fro, yo man are we live?
We still live, huh?
Damn girl, don't stop though
Hit you off with something brand new
A Travis Barker produced joint, believe it or not
Hold on, let me hit this button
Outside lyrics - The Game (feat. E-40, Mvrcus Blvck & Lil Eazy-E)
[Mvrcus Blvck:]
Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
When I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
When I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
When they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside
Gotta come outside
[The Game (E-40):]
Heard a gunshot, walked up out
My motherfucking door, what's happening with all this madness?
What niggas got going on to make me jump up off this Madden
In my Gucci flip-flops, tan khakis, niggas sagging
Niggas pulled up on me, matte black G wagon
I'm like shit, the fo' fif's still in the house
And usually niggas shoot from from where you from, come out they mouth
Got a nigga heart beating like a cutlass truck
But my mama raised a G and she don't fuck with punks
Niggas rolled down the window, couldn't tell who it was
Waving off the chronic smoke, is they Blood or Cuz?
Haha, it's my little cousin Jordan and he's solid
We went up last night, nigga said he forgot his wallet
We was bumping E-40 (yeah that Hurricane)
(Went through ten or twelve bottles of that Sluricane)
We had six white bitches and a gang of weed
You know them blonde hair, blue eyes, they aim to please
[Mvrcus Blvck:]
Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
When I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
When I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
When they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside
Gotta come outside
[The Game & Lil' Eazy-E:]
I was dipping down Greenleaf, swerving and I seen my nigga E
What's cracking cuz? I ain't seen you in a week
Where you going fool? Compton college to pick this bitch up
We both in Impalas, make the motherfucker hiccup
Now bounce, rock, roller skate
Cause we done fucked every bitch in the Golden State
Now tell me, how many bitches wanna fuck this nigga?
Stuff dick in her stomach until that butt get bigger
And we both fuck Kianna, you ain't know that though
She put a hole in the condom, I don't know that hoe
Conversating with my nigga at this long ass light
Made a left at Alameda, Eazy bust that right
I'm gone cuz! Aight, hit a switch and I'm outie
Back to the westside, that's what Dr. Dre found me
Pull up on Cedar, then I put it in park
Now take yo ass in the house before it get too dark
[Mvrcus Blvck:]
Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
When I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
When I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
When they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside
Gotta come outside
[The Game & Mvrcus Blvck:]
Ooh ooh ooh, nigga hopped out that rag and smelled the oohwee
My little nigga Marcus just pulled up from the I-E
Cup full of Henny, niggas gone off that YG
Told em' take a fade little nigga saying Why Me?
If he jump up I'm with it, anybody can get it
Mayweather with the right, bop-bop, head splitted
Cause nigga I'm from the Murda and I don't even bang
You got your ass knocked out, which one of you niggas is game?
Cause you fuckin' my cousin, she don't like it, I don't either
Take all that bass out your voice, homeboy this is Cedar
My bad Chuck, let a nigga hit the weed
Nah, take this quarter piece and drop it off in the trees
Watch the Fruits though, tell that nigga Soo Woo though
You can take the rag, don't get a scratch on my coupe though
And watch the Palmers they ain't tryin' to hear no truce though
Non-affiliated, still a shooter like Kukoc
[Mvrcus Blvck:]
Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
When I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
When I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
When they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside
Gotta come outside
[Ricky Harris:]
Yo this your man, DJ EZ-Dicc, I'm about to be out of here
Up next you got my man Z-Boy Fro and he's gonna hit ya'll off with this Battlecat joint
Ya'll suck it easy right here on the station that fades em' all
W-Balls
(Static)
Everybody's gotta hear this shit on W-Balls, W-Balls, W-Balls!
Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
When I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
When I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
When they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside
Gotta come outside
[The Game (E-40):]
Heard a gunshot, walked up out
My motherfucking door, what's happening with all this madness?
What niggas got going on to make me jump up off this Madden
In my Gucci flip-flops, tan khakis, niggas sagging
Niggas pulled up on me, matte black G wagon
I'm like shit, the fo' fif's still in the house
And usually niggas shoot from from where you from, come out they mouth
Got a nigga heart beating like a cutlass truck
But my mama raised a G and she don't fuck with punks
Niggas rolled down the window, couldn't tell who it was
Waving off the chronic smoke, is they Blood or Cuz?
Haha, it's my little cousin Jordan and he's solid
We went up last night, nigga said he forgot his wallet
We was bumping E-40 (yeah that Hurricane)
(Went through ten or twelve bottles of that Sluricane)
We had six white bitches and a gang of weed
You know them blonde hair, blue eyes, they aim to please
[Mvrcus Blvck:]
Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
When I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
When I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
When they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside
Gotta come outside
[The Game & Lil' Eazy-E:]
I was dipping down Greenleaf, swerving and I seen my nigga E
What's cracking cuz? I ain't seen you in a week
Where you going fool? Compton college to pick this bitch up
We both in Impalas, make the motherfucker hiccup
Now bounce, rock, roller skate
Cause we done fucked every bitch in the Golden State
Now tell me, how many bitches wanna fuck this nigga?
Stuff dick in her stomach until that butt get bigger
And we both fuck Kianna, you ain't know that though
She put a hole in the condom, I don't know that hoe
Conversating with my nigga at this long ass light
Made a left at Alameda, Eazy bust that right
I'm gone cuz! Aight, hit a switch and I'm outie
Back to the westside, that's what Dr. Dre found me
Pull up on Cedar, then I put it in park
Now take yo ass in the house before it get too dark
[Mvrcus Blvck:]
Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
When I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
When I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
When they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside
Gotta come outside
[The Game & Mvrcus Blvck:]
Ooh ooh ooh, nigga hopped out that rag and smelled the oohwee
My little nigga Marcus just pulled up from the I-E
Cup full of Henny, niggas gone off that YG
Told em' take a fade little nigga saying Why Me?
If he jump up I'm with it, anybody can get it
Mayweather with the right, bop-bop, head splitted
Cause nigga I'm from the Murda and I don't even bang
You got your ass knocked out, which one of you niggas is game?
Cause you fuckin' my cousin, she don't like it, I don't either
Take all that bass out your voice, homeboy this is Cedar
My bad Chuck, let a nigga hit the weed
Nah, take this quarter piece and drop it off in the trees
Watch the Fruits though, tell that nigga Soo Woo though
You can take the rag, don't get a scratch on my coupe though
And watch the Palmers they ain't tryin' to hear no truce though
Non-affiliated, still a shooter like Kukoc
[Mvrcus Blvck:]
Okay now why I'm always running from the police when I come outside
When I come outside
I be lowkey I be hoping they won't notice when I come outside
When I come outside
And if you looking for the hoes fuck with me I'ma tell you when they come outside
When they come outside
And all the homies on the block all day so yeah a nigga gotta come outside
Gotta come outside
[Ricky Harris:]
Yo this your man, DJ EZ-Dicc, I'm about to be out of here
Up next you got my man Z-Boy Fro and he's gonna hit ya'll off with this Battlecat joint
Ya'll suck it easy right here on the station that fades em' all
W-Balls
(Static)
Everybody's gotta hear this shit on W-Balls, W-Balls, W-Balls!
Up On The Wall lyrics - The Game (feat. Problem, Ty Dolla $ign & YG)
[The Game:]
Old pussy ass mark, bitch ass buster
Think you from LA cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like four flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never been dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled out
A strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked then he missed me
Now I'm back to Bompton
Before I hit the hood, a nigga gotta stop in the Swans
And pick up a sack, had fifty for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it last all day
Smoking with the homies, My nigga G Weed from Dallas
My nigga Hooter from Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still active
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes, why we asking?
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
How you gon bang if you really ain't from LA
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all
Mark-ass
[The Game:]
Murder was the case that they gave Game
Cops on the colors cause they know a nigga gang bang
Red bandana round the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas can't hear you
Flag on the left side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side calling niggas cuz
Bout to get your mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my niggas in the pen beating on they chest like
[The Game:]
I said I need some pussy on my motherfucking wall
And I ain't got my commissary yet
I said the next motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a fucking pencil to the neck
[YG:]
That's on the set
Ooh, I'm a Tree Top rep, all the
Homies know is shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not unless my niggas really get it popping
Tree Top niggas like the Hoovers in Bompton
Big Budda, Syke o, Slim 4, [?]
Q-Ball, Lil' Wolf, TK, big back
YZ [?] three, two strap
Quisha and Miss Lisa, house, where we at
It's the gang bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, this shit is factual
Bompton's most hated, fuck it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be gang banging
You don't know about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block coming through to squeeze
Some outta town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was arrested
(Can't forget about the Mexicans)
And I fuck with the villains and the swans on God
[The Game:]
On God
I got niggas from Denver Lane that'll ride
I got esés that'll kill you at your job
I got some lueders by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big [?] and (they) both got stripes
Both locked up for life, so if I ever hit the pen
I got a squad, hell yeah I'm on that gangsta shit
Nigga run up, knockout, he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300 crips
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get your ass dope fiend, slipping in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, Girch from Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our bandanas
And for my little nigga Frogg I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, what's brackin'?
R.I.P OG TC
Shoutout to my big homie Bone from Athens
Ridin' down Bentral 'bout to bust a right
On Piru street and scoop this nigga Problem up, Blood
[Problem:]
What, green light and yeah it's go time
Product out the fo', they can get it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off (3rd) avenue
Go at us, have your shirt wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a hotbox
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars only thing make sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4 Bent
What
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
How you gon bang if you really ain't from LA
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all
Mark-ass
Old pussy ass mark, bitch ass buster
Think you from LA cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my nigga Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like four flats on the Cadillac
Nigga you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never been dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled out
A strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked then he missed me
Now I'm back to Bompton
Before I hit the hood, a nigga gotta stop in the Swans
And pick up a sack, had fifty for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it last all day
Smoking with the homies, My nigga G Weed from Dallas
My nigga Hooter from Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still active
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes, why we asking?
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
How you gon bang if you really ain't from LA
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all
Mark-ass
[The Game:]
Murder was the case that they gave Game
Cops on the colors cause they know a nigga gang bang
Red bandana round the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood?" Niggas can't hear you
Flag on the left side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side calling niggas cuz
Bout to get your mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my niggas in the pen beating on they chest like
[The Game:]
I said I need some pussy on my motherfucking wall
And I ain't got my commissary yet
I said the next motherfucker try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a fucking pencil to the neck
[YG:]
That's on the set
Ooh, I'm a Tree Top rep, all the
Homies know is shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not unless my niggas really get it popping
Tree Top niggas like the Hoovers in Bompton
Big Budda, Syke o, Slim 4, [?]
Q-Ball, Lil' Wolf, TK, big back
YZ [?] three, two strap
Quisha and Miss Lisa, house, where we at
It's the gang bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, this shit is factual
Bompton's most hated, fuck it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be gang banging
You don't know about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block coming through to squeeze
Some outta town niggas disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was arrested
(Can't forget about the Mexicans)
And I fuck with the villains and the swans on God
[The Game:]
On God
I got niggas from Denver Lane that'll ride
I got esés that'll kill you at your job
I got some lueders by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big [?] and (they) both got stripes
Both locked up for life, so if I ever hit the pen
I got a squad, hell yeah I'm on that gangsta shit
Nigga run up, knockout, he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300 crips
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get your ass dope fiend, slipping in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, Girch from Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our bandanas
And for my little nigga Frogg I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, what's brackin'?
R.I.P OG TC
Shoutout to my big homie Bone from Athens
Ridin' down Bentral 'bout to bust a right
On Piru street and scoop this nigga Problem up, Blood
[Problem:]
What, green light and yeah it's go time
Product out the fo', they can get it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off (3rd) avenue
Go at us, have your shirt wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a hotbox
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars only thing make sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4 Bent
What
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
How you gon bang if you really ain't from LA
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all
Mark-ass
Sex Skit lyrics - The Game
[The Game:] Ay nigga park the car for me
[?:] Ay nigga, you quit jumping out the car while it's rolling nigga, you gon' get your leg fucked up nigga
[The Game:] Nah nigga, fuck you
[?:] Nigga, and hurry up, nigga, think with your p, nigga, not with your d, nigga
[The Game:] Nigga, I'ma be in and out, fool, literally in and out
[?:] I don't even take niggas to meet bitches
[The Game:] This bitch always is listening to some loud ass music
Tamika, open the fucking door!
[Tamika:] Nigga, it's already unlocked, and why you beating on the motherfucking door like you the police or something?
[The Game:] Bitch, shut up!
[Tamika:] Bitch? I ain't your bitch
[The Game:] Aight, my bad, you know I'm just playing with you.
Bitch, hurry up and take them clothes off I ain't got all day
[Tamika:] Nigga, fuck you. Don't rush me
[The Game:] Why you always listen to this shit?
Turn this shit off T-Boz be killing yo motherfucking ass, she heard you fucking this song up
[Tamika:] Ha, nigga fuck you, I can sing
Uh uh, what the fuck you doing? That's TLC, nigga!
[The Game:] Fuck all that, I'm bout to put on some oldies in this motherfucker.
Yeah, that's the fuck I'm talking bout, turn yo ass over
[Tamika:] Mm mm nigga, fuck me doggystyle
[The Game:] Doggystyle? Bitch, I ain't Snoop, I'm getting on top
[Tamika:] Whatever, nigga, just give me the dick and shut the fuck up
[The Game:] You shut the fuck up
[Tamika moans]
[The Game:] That's my pussy
[Tamika:] It's yours
[The Game:] That's my pussy
[Tamika:] It's your, baby
[The Game:] Say my name
[Tamika:] Jayceon, uh
[The Game:] Jayceon's pussy?
[Tamika:] Jayceon pussy, baby, that's yo pussy
[The Game:] You like it? (Yeah). You love it?
[Tamika:] I love it
Fuck me baby
[The Game:] You got some bomb ass pussy
[Tamika:] Well, fuck me all day then
[The Game:] Nah, watch out, I can't
[Tamika:] The fuck you mean you can't?
[The Game:] Bitch, I got somewhere to go!
[Tamika:] Where the fuck you gotta go?
[The Game:] None of your motherfucking business. I'm out, watch out
[Tamika:] So what now, you finna be out?
[The Game:] Nah, I'm bout to go get in the shower. Ay, iron my flag for me
[?:] Ay nigga, you quit jumping out the car while it's rolling nigga, you gon' get your leg fucked up nigga
[The Game:] Nah nigga, fuck you
[?:] Nigga, and hurry up, nigga, think with your p, nigga, not with your d, nigga
[The Game:] Nigga, I'ma be in and out, fool, literally in and out
[?:] I don't even take niggas to meet bitches
[The Game:] This bitch always is listening to some loud ass music
Tamika, open the fucking door!
[Tamika:] Nigga, it's already unlocked, and why you beating on the motherfucking door like you the police or something?
[The Game:] Bitch, shut up!
[Tamika:] Bitch? I ain't your bitch
[The Game:] Aight, my bad, you know I'm just playing with you.
Bitch, hurry up and take them clothes off I ain't got all day
[Tamika:] Nigga, fuck you. Don't rush me
[The Game:] Why you always listen to this shit?
Turn this shit off T-Boz be killing yo motherfucking ass, she heard you fucking this song up
[Tamika:] Ha, nigga fuck you, I can sing
Uh uh, what the fuck you doing? That's TLC, nigga!
[The Game:] Fuck all that, I'm bout to put on some oldies in this motherfucker.
Yeah, that's the fuck I'm talking bout, turn yo ass over
[Tamika:] Mm mm nigga, fuck me doggystyle
[The Game:] Doggystyle? Bitch, I ain't Snoop, I'm getting on top
[Tamika:] Whatever, nigga, just give me the dick and shut the fuck up
[The Game:] You shut the fuck up
[Tamika moans]
[The Game:] That's my pussy
[Tamika:] It's yours
[The Game:] That's my pussy
[Tamika:] It's your, baby
[The Game:] Say my name
[Tamika:] Jayceon, uh
[The Game:] Jayceon's pussy?
[Tamika:] Jayceon pussy, baby, that's yo pussy
[The Game:] You like it? (Yeah). You love it?
[Tamika:] I love it
Fuck me baby
[The Game:] You got some bomb ass pussy
[Tamika:] Well, fuck me all day then
[The Game:] Nah, watch out, I can't
[Tamika:] The fuck you mean you can't?
[The Game:] Bitch, I got somewhere to go!
[Tamika:] Where the fuck you gotta go?
[The Game:] None of your motherfucking business. I'm out, watch out
[Tamika:] So what now, you finna be out?
[The Game:] Nah, I'm bout to go get in the shower. Ay, iron my flag for me
My Flag / Da Homies lyrics - The Game (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jay305, AD, Mitchy Slick, Joe Moses, RJ & Skeme)
[My Flag]
[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
[The Game:]
I Know your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
OG Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little homies, Skeme!
[Skeme:]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That nigga duke just moved an ounce of yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta spray for
You fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is what a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my -
[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
[Jay 305:]
It's anybody killa, that's for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, westside nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Sockin' out niggas, tall as Yao Ming
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of patron
Then lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God damn
[Mitchy Slick:]
I won't stop being a blood to gangland
To my dope then kicked in locked up in a strange land
So when they be like, "Slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?"
Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang injunction
Cause when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole damu documentary on just me
Call it "The Life of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, moves and the hush
Yeah Dat
[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
[Joe Moses:]
I put the woop in the woop like my DLB's
All I know is VNG's and FTB's
I ran fades back to back, that's on STB
And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee high Nehi
And you ain't a real blood if you didn't bang at the beehive
[RJ:]
Westside AM, back in a straight jacket
Mister LA back, free my A track
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a Maybach
Whole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre track
Nigga this Athens, Miller gang mad
So east coast niggas be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should stop rappin'
I'ma be the street rider till the casket
[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
[Da Homies]
[The Game & RJ]
[The Game:] RJ, what's that shit we was doing the other day blood to that uh, to that Mustard beat when the homie was beating on his chest and shit?
[RJ:] Oh you talkin' bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street [mumbling]
[The Game:] Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha'fuckin' weed blood. Ay duke, do that shit blood
[RJ:]
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
Ay nigga, lemme hit the weed
Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga
[RJ & Ty Dolla $ign:]
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
[AD:]
I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message
Leave them 16's open, I'll make them look bad on records
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the Cedars
After that, straight to the hood where them tanas holding them heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang signs
Homies still cooking them cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say mine
The homies in the cut that's on E
Some niggas bang the C some niggas bangin' the P
I'm really in the streets you other niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in peace
Especially when the homies in the cut that's on E
[RJ & Ty Dolla $ign:]
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
[AD:] Say nigga, that little nigga's right there cuz
[Person 2:] Where nigga?
[AD:] Right across the street loc.
Man I told these niggas the last time they keep pullin' em over here there gonna be problems cuz
Ay cuz, turn that fuckin' music down nigga
Tired of these niggas comin' over here and shit nigga
Turn the lights on, man turn the lights on!
Man pull up nigga, I said pull up cuh!
[Person 2:] Hold on, hold on, they look like One Time
Oh fuck cuh
([Police:] This is the Compton Police)
[AD:] Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled witchu niggas, I'm about to get life cuz
[Person 1:] Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row nigga
([Police:] Put your [?])
[Person 2:] Aight!
([Police:] Shut it off asshole!)
[AD:] It's off cuh
[Game:] Hey look at blood an them get jacked by the ones
[Person 4:] Ha ha ha nigga don't drop that soap nigga
[Game:] Bitch ass niggas in ya own hood nigga
[Game:] Nigga hit the switch nigga
Get back to 05' on these niggas blood
[Person 4:] Woo
[Person 2:] I ain't goin'
[AD:] Shh
[Person 2:] Fuck that nigga cuz I swear to god I ain't goin'
[AD:] The fuck you mean you ain't going?
[Person 2:] I ain't going back to the pen cuz I can't
[AD:] Nigga what the fuck we gon' do then?
[Person 2:] I don't know about you niggas but I'm going out
[AD:] Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip! Kick the door open!
[AD:] Fuck the police!!
[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
[The Game:]
I Know your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
OG Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little homies, Skeme!
[Skeme:]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That nigga duke just moved an ounce of yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta spray for
You fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is what a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my -
[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
[Jay 305:]
It's anybody killa, that's for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, westside nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Sockin' out niggas, tall as Yao Ming
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of patron
Then lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God damn
[Mitchy Slick:]
I won't stop being a blood to gangland
To my dope then kicked in locked up in a strange land
So when they be like, "Slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?"
Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang injunction
Cause when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole damu documentary on just me
Call it "The Life of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, moves and the hush
Yeah Dat
[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
[Joe Moses:]
I put the woop in the woop like my DLB's
All I know is VNG's and FTB's
I ran fades back to back, that's on STB
And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee high Nehi
And you ain't a real blood if you didn't bang at the beehive
[RJ:]
Westside AM, back in a straight jacket
Mister LA back, free my A track
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a Maybach
Whole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre track
Nigga this Athens, Miller gang mad
So east coast niggas be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should stop rappin'
I'ma be the street rider till the casket
[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?
[Da Homies]
[The Game & RJ]
[The Game:] RJ, what's that shit we was doing the other day blood to that uh, to that Mustard beat when the homie was beating on his chest and shit?
[RJ:] Oh you talkin' bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street [mumbling]
[The Game:] Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha'fuckin' weed blood. Ay duke, do that shit blood
[RJ:]
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
Ay nigga, lemme hit the weed
Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga
[RJ & Ty Dolla $ign:]
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
[AD:]
I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message
Leave them 16's open, I'll make them look bad on records
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the Cedars
After that, straight to the hood where them tanas holding them heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang signs
Homies still cooking them cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say mine
The homies in the cut that's on E
Some niggas bang the C some niggas bangin' the P
I'm really in the streets you other niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in peace
Especially when the homies in the cut that's on E
[RJ & Ty Dolla $ign:]
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac
[AD:] Say nigga, that little nigga's right there cuz
[Person 2:] Where nigga?
[AD:] Right across the street loc.
Man I told these niggas the last time they keep pullin' em over here there gonna be problems cuz
Ay cuz, turn that fuckin' music down nigga
Tired of these niggas comin' over here and shit nigga
Turn the lights on, man turn the lights on!
Man pull up nigga, I said pull up cuh!
[Person 2:] Hold on, hold on, they look like One Time
Oh fuck cuh
([Police:] This is the Compton Police)
[AD:] Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled witchu niggas, I'm about to get life cuz
[Person 1:] Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row nigga
([Police:] Put your [?])
[Person 2:] Aight!
([Police:] Shut it off asshole!)
[AD:] It's off cuh
[Game:] Hey look at blood an them get jacked by the ones
[Person 4:] Ha ha ha nigga don't drop that soap nigga
[Game:] Bitch ass niggas in ya own hood nigga
[Game:] Nigga hit the switch nigga
Get back to 05' on these niggas blood
[Person 4:] Woo
[Person 2:] I ain't goin'
[AD:] Shh
[Person 2:] Fuck that nigga cuz I swear to god I ain't goin'
[AD:] The fuck you mean you ain't going?
[Person 2:] I ain't going back to the pen cuz I can't
[AD:] Nigga what the fuck we gon' do then?
[Person 2:] I don't know about you niggas but I'm going out
[AD:] Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip! Kick the door open!
[AD:] Fuck the police!!
Moment Of Violence lyrics - The Game (feat. King Mez, JT & Jon Connor)
[Jon Connor:]
Yeah, yeah
Let me talk my shit
Nigga, this that 90 miles per hour on the freeway, nigga
This that motherfucking black hoodie shit, my nigga
[The Game:]
Now we been baptized in a gunfire
These cops round here too motherfucking one sided
They fucking liars
Every time I hear these motherfucker's sirens blaring
I wanna put something through that badge
Hollow tips in your power steering
We say fuck cops and then them gun shots
All night we ducking them buck shots
We hear pop-pop! Nigga hop-pop!
You ain’t strapped then homie why the fuck not?
Hearing guns cock, we hear one shot
It's a moment of silence for the whole block
Cause when one of us gone, it's like we all gone
Fuck that, yo I'm ready to fight!
[King Mez:]
Cause I'm so tired of this same old shit
Feeling like I ain't got not rights
Every time I turn around them red and blue lights
Always fucking up my night
And me wanna load up and put all you pretty motherfuckers up in my sight
All up in my sight
[Hook - The Game (Jon Connor):]
You done fucked up now
You done crossed that line
Wait till I come back
Ima bust that nine
Y'all thought that shit was fine
Till that shit go (braow!)
I done lost my mind
Niggas is bout to find out
(Somebody gone die tonight)
Fuck the police
Shit, fuck the police
(It's about to be a silent night)
All this blood on the streets man, fuck the police
(When that crowd ignite)
And unite like "Fuck the police!"
(better hug yo wife
Man fuck yo life!
Payback, payback)
[Justus:]
I done lost my fucking son because of this bullshit
Now I'm at the pulpit because of what I did with that full clip
And the judge and the jury, so fucking full of shit
Do you know how many times
These mutherfuckers try to pull this shit?
[The Game:]
And it's fucking murder
Hide behind your badge and get away with it
Thought it was protect and serve
But half the time that's really not the way it is
But you niggas got it coming
And you so outnumbered
It's bout to be a cold ass summer
[Hook]
And I'll be on my knees
Praying for the day
That you remember me
You'll come back this way
And who's gonna love me now, ay
Oh daddy why'd you let me down, down
Oh did you forget I was your flesh and blood
I need you to remember me
Ooh praying for the day
Cause Mama couldn't raise no man
And though she do the things she can
Every woman needs a helping hand
Yeah, yeah
Let me talk my shit
Nigga, this that 90 miles per hour on the freeway, nigga
This that motherfucking black hoodie shit, my nigga
[The Game:]
Now we been baptized in a gunfire
These cops round here too motherfucking one sided
They fucking liars
Every time I hear these motherfucker's sirens blaring
I wanna put something through that badge
Hollow tips in your power steering
We say fuck cops and then them gun shots
All night we ducking them buck shots
We hear pop-pop! Nigga hop-pop!
You ain’t strapped then homie why the fuck not?
Hearing guns cock, we hear one shot
It's a moment of silence for the whole block
Cause when one of us gone, it's like we all gone
Fuck that, yo I'm ready to fight!
[King Mez:]
Cause I'm so tired of this same old shit
Feeling like I ain't got not rights
Every time I turn around them red and blue lights
Always fucking up my night
And me wanna load up and put all you pretty motherfuckers up in my sight
All up in my sight
[Hook - The Game (Jon Connor):]
You done fucked up now
You done crossed that line
Wait till I come back
Ima bust that nine
Y'all thought that shit was fine
Till that shit go (braow!)
I done lost my mind
Niggas is bout to find out
(Somebody gone die tonight)
Fuck the police
Shit, fuck the police
(It's about to be a silent night)
All this blood on the streets man, fuck the police
(When that crowd ignite)
And unite like "Fuck the police!"
(better hug yo wife
Man fuck yo life!
Payback, payback)
[Justus:]
I done lost my fucking son because of this bullshit
Now I'm at the pulpit because of what I did with that full clip
And the judge and the jury, so fucking full of shit
Do you know how many times
These mutherfuckers try to pull this shit?
[The Game:]
And it's fucking murder
Hide behind your badge and get away with it
Thought it was protect and serve
But half the time that's really not the way it is
But you niggas got it coming
And you so outnumbered
It's bout to be a cold ass summer
[Hook]
And I'll be on my knees
Praying for the day
That you remember me
You'll come back this way
And who's gonna love me now, ay
Oh daddy why'd you let me down, down
Oh did you forget I was your flesh and blood
I need you to remember me
Ooh praying for the day
Cause Mama couldn't raise no man
And though she do the things she can
Every woman needs a helping hand
Like Father, Like Son 2 lyrics - The Game (feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Harlem Taylor & King Justice x2:]
Remember me? Like father, like son
Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1
Cause my daddy hustle
We good now
Cause my daddy hustle
We out the hood now
Cause my daddy hustle
[Harlem Taylor:]
Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though
Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)
Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo
Me and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos
I love you daddy
[The Game:]
Ten years later, I love you too sons
I do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons
You're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out
Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands
You turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance
And every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance
On the cover of the album with them Chucks on
You cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me
She said you had enough, I said we having fun
All babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun
And so did being a daddy
Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy
Playing Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat
He don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me
On the first album Busta Rhymes did the hook
Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook
Buss
[Busta Rhymes:]
I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son
And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son
Your daddy told you it was coming
Coming, your day was coming, I told you
Now daddy's here just keep on running
Running, just keep on running, I tell you
[The Game:]
I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything
Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring
It ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you
Wasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you
And I know you remember that time when he was 5
All these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes
So I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about
Nothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate
Catching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important
Than walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans
Helping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9
I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time
So we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married
He still my best man, and that's forever
Anybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave
But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more
[Busta Rhymes:]
I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son
And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son
Your daddy told you it was coming
Coming, your day was coming, I told you
Now daddy's here just keep on running
Running, just keep on running, I tell you
[The Game:]
Every time I get in this booth
I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you
Had this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes
But I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean
You all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters
You all I need like Method and MJB
And I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me ("Breathe daddy") (1,1, 2,2, 3,3, 4,4)
Furthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons
Even though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun
I just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit
Just cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods
Jumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus
I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs
For every nigga out here without a kid
Have one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did
One
[Harlem Taylor (King Justice):]
I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son
I make straight A's and I'm a good kid
But more importantly, I'm safe
Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton
So I could have a better life
That's my daddy
And I wish all kids had one like mine
The world would be a better place
One
(Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)
Remember me? Like father, like son
Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1
Cause my daddy hustle
We good now
Cause my daddy hustle
We out the hood now
Cause my daddy hustle
[Harlem Taylor:]
Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though
Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big too)
Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo
Me and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos
I love you daddy
[The Game:]
Ten years later, I love you too sons
I do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons
You're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out
Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands
You turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance
And every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance
On the cover of the album with them Chucks on
You cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me
She said you had enough, I said we having fun
All babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun
And so did being a daddy
Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy
Playing Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat
He don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me
On the first album Busta Rhymes did the hook
Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook
Buss
[Busta Rhymes:]
I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son
And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son
Your daddy told you it was coming
Coming, your day was coming, I told you
Now daddy's here just keep on running
Running, just keep on running, I tell you
[The Game:]
I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything
Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring
It ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you
Wasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you
And I know you remember that time when he was 5
All these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes
So I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about
Nothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate
Catching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important
Than walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans
Helping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9
I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time
So we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married
He still my best man, and that's forever
Anybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave
But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more
[Busta Rhymes:]
I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be
That's all I wanted for you young'n, like father, like son
And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me
I hope you know I love you young'n, like father, like son
Your daddy told you it was coming
Coming, your day was coming, I told you
Now daddy's here just keep on running
Running, just keep on running, I tell you
[The Game:]
Every time I get in this booth
I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you
Had this vision for you, and I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes
But I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean
You all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters
You all I need like Method and MJB
And I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me ("Breathe daddy") (1,1, 2,2, 3,3, 4,4)
Furthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons
Even though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun
I just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit
Just cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods
Jumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus
I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs
For every nigga out here without a kid
Have one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did
One
[Harlem Taylor (King Justice):]
I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son
I make straight A's and I'm a good kid
But more importantly, I'm safe
Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton
So I could have a better life
That's my daddy
And I wish all kids had one like mine
The world would be a better place
One
(Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)
Life lyrics - The Game
[King Justice:]
My daddy ain't going nowhere
Never
Whether we dribble out this motherfucker
Wrap rock or riddle out this motherfucker
We gon' get up out this motherfucker
Same way that Venus did, Serena did, we them kids
Whitney was talking 'bout that's how it was
Before my brother caught them slugs and I watched coroners chalk him out
That ain't my brother in that box, what niggas talking bout?
Couldn't Paul Bearer cause I was too weak to walk him out
And that's real shit, I'm dedicated
Like Pac was to Jada before Jada met Will Smith
I'm already turnt up, chronic still burnt up
Fuck outta here, with all that lean and popping pills shit
Jump in my Impala get it hopping with a kill switch
I done been around the world, my life is like a field trip
I done been to Africa, seen niggas in Attica
Cops killing our youth, these numbers ain't adding up
Like that white boy sitting in a prison cell
Killed 9 people in a church, how he living still?
I couldn't understand, I spent hours
With Farrakhan, just begging him to let me be the millionth man
But some of these niggas just make you wanna kill a man
And let the .38 spin like a ceiling fan
Separate your body from soul, soul from Earth
Roll a blunt with your remains and then ash it in the dirt
Listen, you ain't a Christian cause you go to church
Listen, you ain't a gangster cause you got the work
A real gangster's one who take care of his whole family
Like me, even though my baby mama can't stand me
Her name tattooed on my neck, nigga it's branded
And my fucking kids tighter than Ray J and Brandy
Yeah, I give it to you so you understand
Fucking bitches took my family
Bye baby, rock-a-bye baby
No tears or sobs, baby, been listening to Nas lately
And I can't lie, baby, been missing them thighs, baby
But it's more to life than Gucci and Louis Vuitton, baby
It's more to life than tripping on lies, baby
Put feelings aside, baby, you Nicki Minaj, baby
One day we all die, baby
So I'd rather go hard, keep Cali alive, baby
Yeah, keep Cali alive, baby
Double entendre, nigga that's my baby
And don't nobody father kids like me
Word to Kevin Hart, take care of they rib like me
I made fucked up decisions but don't let 'em crucify me
I'm still the same nigga on my California ID
Yeah, Compton nigga
Blame Dre, it's his fault that I'm a monster, nigga
I was selling crack in west side Bompton, nigga
Yeah I can rap, but I ain't ask for no sponsors, nigga
I was light skin and young Klay Thompson, nigga
15, had guns like Contra, nigga
Now they call me bipolar, big contradiction
This The Documentary 2 without Doc's prescription
Motherfucker
My daddy ain't going nowhere
Never
Whether we dribble out this motherfucker
Wrap rock or riddle out this motherfucker
We gon' get up out this motherfucker
Same way that Venus did, Serena did, we them kids
Whitney was talking 'bout that's how it was
Before my brother caught them slugs and I watched coroners chalk him out
That ain't my brother in that box, what niggas talking bout?
Couldn't Paul Bearer cause I was too weak to walk him out
And that's real shit, I'm dedicated
Like Pac was to Jada before Jada met Will Smith
I'm already turnt up, chronic still burnt up
Fuck outta here, with all that lean and popping pills shit
Jump in my Impala get it hopping with a kill switch
I done been around the world, my life is like a field trip
I done been to Africa, seen niggas in Attica
Cops killing our youth, these numbers ain't adding up
Like that white boy sitting in a prison cell
Killed 9 people in a church, how he living still?
I couldn't understand, I spent hours
With Farrakhan, just begging him to let me be the millionth man
But some of these niggas just make you wanna kill a man
And let the .38 spin like a ceiling fan
Separate your body from soul, soul from Earth
Roll a blunt with your remains and then ash it in the dirt
Listen, you ain't a Christian cause you go to church
Listen, you ain't a gangster cause you got the work
A real gangster's one who take care of his whole family
Like me, even though my baby mama can't stand me
Her name tattooed on my neck, nigga it's branded
And my fucking kids tighter than Ray J and Brandy
Yeah, I give it to you so you understand
Fucking bitches took my family
Bye baby, rock-a-bye baby
No tears or sobs, baby, been listening to Nas lately
And I can't lie, baby, been missing them thighs, baby
But it's more to life than Gucci and Louis Vuitton, baby
It's more to life than tripping on lies, baby
Put feelings aside, baby, you Nicki Minaj, baby
One day we all die, baby
So I'd rather go hard, keep Cali alive, baby
Yeah, keep Cali alive, baby
Double entendre, nigga that's my baby
And don't nobody father kids like me
Word to Kevin Hart, take care of they rib like me
I made fucked up decisions but don't let 'em crucify me
I'm still the same nigga on my California ID
Yeah, Compton nigga
Blame Dre, it's his fault that I'm a monster, nigga
I was selling crack in west side Bompton, nigga
Yeah I can rap, but I ain't ask for no sponsors, nigga
I was light skin and young Klay Thompson, nigga
15, had guns like Contra, nigga
Now they call me bipolar, big contradiction
This The Documentary 2 without Doc's prescription
Motherfucker
El Chapo lyrics - The Game (feat. Skrillex)
Granada, I'm falling under your spell
I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
You know I get the kilos, cincuenta porciento
If you are not bilingual
Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore we run your ass down
Underground how I came out
Any nigga try to stop me let it hang out, let it bang, let it rain out
Yo soy el dios you adios nigga (I am the God)
Seen a nigga chopped up on a Tuesday
While the club goin' up on a Tuesday
This is goons day, I can have Guadalupe
Come through and knock Donald Trump out his toupee
Now look at his brains all on the sidewalk
And tuck the .38 and jump on my skywalker
And whew, I'm rollin'
Shotgun, Claudia, oh Shotgun, Claudia Ochoa (I am the God)
Only nigga walking through Sinaloa with the blood
Red Chuck Taylors on and you know it when I show up
It's a squad full of killers, squad full of hittas
Squad full of niggas that'll pull up, let it bark on a nigga
Hundred six shots bark on a nigga
Street sweeper wet the whole block up, Noah's Ark on a nigga
Got two Glock 9s, two .45s, two Desert Eagles
And they fly together side by side
No juego conmigo, tu sabes de mi
No Tony Montana, mis amigos mis kilos
Mi casa, su casa cuidado con el chico
Tu quieres la plata yo tengo perico
(Ya te dije el juego y fuego paisa)
I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
Pinches policías (Puto)
Jodiendo todo el día (Cabrón)
Que si ora tu familia
O mi madre y mi tía, I see
I'm on a private jet with El Chapo, feet up
Sippin' Tecate bout to land for the re-up
Fuck the Montanas, we ain't got them trackin' devices
The feds they be watchin' and see us
Niggas wanna see us? Check the IG
I'm in the Villa throwin' blood up like an IV
Don't try me, DeJ Loaf with the AK
600 million, 400 million from Dre Day, uh
Pablo Escobar in my hey-day, uh
Bringing off coke that's a payday, uh
On a private jet that's a mayday, uh
In South America on a vacay, uh
P on my snapback, choppin' grade-a, uh
None of these niggas ready for the melee, uh
Hundred cal make his body do the nae nae
Leave a nigga face worse off than Sheneneh
I am the God, I've been tellin' you niggas
I got a bird and a chopper in the trunk
Ven aqui I will sell it to niggas
We can screw it and chop it
Machetes on deck, I will sever you niggas
Behind these bars, some El Chapo
Motorcycle out the cell on you niggas
Escúchame chingatumadre, nunca me encontrarás
So para de mirar, no me controlas, te controlo
Controlo a todos me respetan o se mueren
Soy el Chapo y la hago en Sinaloa
I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, nigga, I am the God
Nigga, I am the God
I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
You know I get the kilos, cincuenta porciento
If you are not bilingual
Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore we run your ass down
Underground how I came out
Any nigga try to stop me let it hang out, let it bang, let it rain out
Yo soy el dios you adios nigga (I am the God)
Seen a nigga chopped up on a Tuesday
While the club goin' up on a Tuesday
This is goons day, I can have Guadalupe
Come through and knock Donald Trump out his toupee
Now look at his brains all on the sidewalk
And tuck the .38 and jump on my skywalker
And whew, I'm rollin'
Shotgun, Claudia, oh Shotgun, Claudia Ochoa (I am the God)
Only nigga walking through Sinaloa with the blood
Red Chuck Taylors on and you know it when I show up
It's a squad full of killers, squad full of hittas
Squad full of niggas that'll pull up, let it bark on a nigga
Hundred six shots bark on a nigga
Street sweeper wet the whole block up, Noah's Ark on a nigga
Got two Glock 9s, two .45s, two Desert Eagles
And they fly together side by side
No juego conmigo, tu sabes de mi
No Tony Montana, mis amigos mis kilos
Mi casa, su casa cuidado con el chico
Tu quieres la plata yo tengo perico
(Ya te dije el juego y fuego paisa)
I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
Pinches policías (Puto)
Jodiendo todo el día (Cabrón)
Que si ora tu familia
O mi madre y mi tía, I see
I'm on a private jet with El Chapo, feet up
Sippin' Tecate bout to land for the re-up
Fuck the Montanas, we ain't got them trackin' devices
The feds they be watchin' and see us
Niggas wanna see us? Check the IG
I'm in the Villa throwin' blood up like an IV
Don't try me, DeJ Loaf with the AK
600 million, 400 million from Dre Day, uh
Pablo Escobar in my hey-day, uh
Bringing off coke that's a payday, uh
On a private jet that's a mayday, uh
In South America on a vacay, uh
P on my snapback, choppin' grade-a, uh
None of these niggas ready for the melee, uh
Hundred cal make his body do the nae nae
Leave a nigga face worse off than Sheneneh
I am the God, I've been tellin' you niggas
I got a bird and a chopper in the trunk
Ven aqui I will sell it to niggas
We can screw it and chop it
Machetes on deck, I will sever you niggas
Behind these bars, some El Chapo
Motorcycle out the cell on you niggas
Escúchame chingatumadre, nunca me encontrarás
So para de mirar, no me controlas, te controlo
Controlo a todos me respetan o se mueren
Soy el Chapo y la hago en Sinaloa
I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, nigga, I am the God
Nigga, I am the God
Intro lyrics - The Game
("The Documentary 2" Version)
[Person 1:] Ay, my nigga, do you know this nigga?
[Game:] Who?
[Person 1:] This nigga right there, nigga
[Game:] Hell nah... Turn that mothafuckin' music down and pass me my mothafuckin' heat, blood. This nigga walk up on this mothafuckin' car, I'm a smoke his ass
[Car door opening]
[Game:] What's brackin' nigga?
[Person 2:] Which one of you niggas fucking my bitch? Must be one of you Compton niggas...
[Game:] You must not know who the fuck you're talkin' to
[Person 2:] Whatchu gon' do, nigga?
[Gunshot]
[Person 1:] Ay, my nigga, do you know this nigga?
[Game:] Who?
[Person 1:] This nigga right there, nigga
[Game:] Hell nah... Turn that mothafuckin' music down and pass me my mothafuckin' heat, blood. This nigga walk up on this mothafuckin' car, I'm a smoke his ass
[Car door opening]
[Game:] What's brackin' nigga?
[Person 2:] Which one of you niggas fucking my bitch? Must be one of you Compton niggas...
[Game:] You must not know who the fuck you're talkin' to
[Person 2:] Whatchu gon' do, nigga?
[Gunshot]
On Me lyrics - The Game (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals, no pens and pencils
I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my dentals, way back when
When we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial, remedial thoughts
Never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck, to dishraggin' bitches
That was hard to fuck, I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day
[Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar:]
Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis, I made my tape
And recorded portraits in front of sirens, I made you hate the vibrant
You can't escape the tyrant, you can't relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed And harvest All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Know we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it, " I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll play
Like no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm from
Therefore my energy had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done, BLAOW!
[Interlude - Kendrick Lamar:]
Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would show gratitude
Fooled you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a butterfly for the energy
Game I need acapella
[Verse 3 - Game:]
There I go, give me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they need a dollar
That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
Like what's up cause
(Yo dawg where you from?)
No time to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put that...
[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:]
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie
Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals, no pens and pencils
I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my dentals, way back when
When we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial, remedial thoughts
Never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck, to dishraggin' bitches
That was hard to fuck, I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day
[Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar:]
Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis, I made my tape
And recorded portraits in front of sirens, I made you hate the vibrant
You can't escape the tyrant, you can't relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed And harvest All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Know we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it, " I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll play
Like no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm from
Therefore my energy had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done, BLAOW!
[Interlude - Kendrick Lamar:]
Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would show gratitude
Fooled you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a butterfly for the energy
Game I need acapella
[Verse 3 - Game:]
There I go, give me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they need a dollar
That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, that's on me
You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
Like what's up cause
(Yo dawg where you from?)
No time to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I did
Fucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put that...
[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:]
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie
Step Up lyrics - The Game (feat. Dej Loaf & Sha Sha)
[Verse 1 - Game:]
I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker
Where guns spark quicker, on four niggas
Them niggas better walk with you, take the long way home
My finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong
Like Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows
Casket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows
Expose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas
Never said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga
The Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this
Used to tap Dre on the shoulder like, "Nigga come hear this shit"
He thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice
Los Angeles God, we mob like Infamous
Ain't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done shook ones
Bullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some
Don't you stand there and look dumb
Ain't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the hook come
Lives, I done took some
[Hook - Sha Sha:]
When I look around I hear something tell me
That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me
And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on
But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real
[Verse 2 - Game:]
I kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy
I pull up floors and take them charges with me
Aventador as I explore the city
Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy
You could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'
Think I'm bluffin'? Guns cocked, say somethin'
Ain't too many real niggas in this here rap shit
The industry soft when Plies getting slammed and shit
I feel like Mayweather in May weather
Whoop the white nigga ass, it might pay better
Got my Timbs on the gas in this grey sweater
Tag Coogi, I bet you'd be more cautious if you knew me
Your girl tryna do me, hoochie, groupie
She tryna catch up on a Gucci, baby, no, I'm out like Karrueche
Gave me that BJ so I slid in that bazooki
And that's my I'm the dookie
You fuck me, I'm fucking your bitch, stupid
[Hook - Sha Sha:]
When I look around I hear something tell me
That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me
And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on
But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real
[Outro - DeJ Loaf & Game:]
Dej holla at these niggas for me
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
Pull up on a nigga like, "uh"
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
Pull up on a nigga like, uh"
I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker
Where guns spark quicker, on four niggas
Them niggas better walk with you, take the long way home
My finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong
Like Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows
Casket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows
Expose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas
Never said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga
The Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this
Used to tap Dre on the shoulder like, "Nigga come hear this shit"
He thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice
Los Angeles God, we mob like Infamous
Ain't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done shook ones
Bullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some
Don't you stand there and look dumb
Ain't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the hook come
Lives, I done took some
[Hook - Sha Sha:]
When I look around I hear something tell me
That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me
And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on
But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real
[Verse 2 - Game:]
I kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy
I pull up floors and take them charges with me
Aventador as I explore the city
Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy
You could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'
Think I'm bluffin'? Guns cocked, say somethin'
Ain't too many real niggas in this here rap shit
The industry soft when Plies getting slammed and shit
I feel like Mayweather in May weather
Whoop the white nigga ass, it might pay better
Got my Timbs on the gas in this grey sweater
Tag Coogi, I bet you'd be more cautious if you knew me
Your girl tryna do me, hoochie, groupie
She tryna catch up on a Gucci, baby, no, I'm out like Karrueche
Gave me that BJ so I slid in that bazooki
And that's my I'm the dookie
You fuck me, I'm fucking your bitch, stupid
[Hook - Sha Sha:]
When I look around I hear something tell me
That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me
And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on
But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real
[Outro - DeJ Loaf & Game:]
Dej holla at these niggas for me
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
Pull up on a nigga like, "uh"
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
Pull up on a nigga like, uh"
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