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from Coach Carter (코치 카터) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2005)
(feat. Lil Scrappy)
Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Yall dont want it with the southside (Aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy) Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it) Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy) (Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy) Ill leave your ass cripy Like some frosted flakes What you call it sneaky nigga Tha man Jake the snake Every nigga on the street Got something to say Until they get sprayed in the face With a gay like mase I dont hate the fagget Lets get that shit straight I was lifted by a precher So my mom pushed weight Now i hooked up wit game Real nigga with flame He show me cali love And i aint in no game Every nigga that role wit me Betta keep it G'd Ill put the verdebrate Push a DDT Lets get the sippi Yall niggas aint even gifted Bust a shot at your chin Your top getting lifted G's up get your G's up Scrappy with your weed up I fuck with g-unit So yall sake get they ass lumped Your homeboy really going Through something I cant change I fuck hoes that would make Mya look lame (CHORUS) (Verse 2 - Game) The reallest of niggas I role wit them killas (yeah) The world gotta feel us My clique is +G+orilla +U+ +N+iggas +I+n +T+rouble Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing You aint gotta know Im sigend to Dre to know that he sick P-89 thats what i handle my beef with Put them hollow tips under your arms Like speedstick Ride through your hood In a blue impala Like we crips Roll down the tints, G-Unit Im a head busta, lil scrappy When the lead touch ya And they aint no comming back when you dead fucker Sleep in your earn And get eaten by worms Trying to fight a fire with Bottled water heat and get burned They tampered my phones Like D-R-E and the firm Cuz im buzzing like WuTang And it aint even my turn So who it may concern Youll get your whole mouth wide Fuckin with them gang bangers In the SOUTHSIDE (CHORUS) (Outro - Lil Scrappy (Game)) Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga (hold up) This your boy little scrappy shorty (BME) A-town (A-town) Mi nigga game (Comptown) You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit They wanna get that ass hit Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G) Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Im for real Nah not me nigga (CHORUS) SOUTHSIDE (X2) |
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from R. Kelly - Tp-3.Com (2005)
I hope yall got yall playa's card
cause yall aint getting in unless ya do Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door (She on the floor) surrounded by them playa's and thugs (She on the floor) the girls gone wild in the clubs (In V.I.P.) Got drough with a bottle of bub (She don't care) Shakin ass just throwin em up I'd really like to get to know her the way she warms her Bodie up now she heated got me heated up I can find I really wanna beat it up So her how I hit the bottle and spend it up You don't gotta worry bout being alone Cause tonight we'll be together in my home Exit out the club bouncin our domes Got that red coupe matchin the chrome Put that body in motion motion And watch it wave like ocean ocean Now break it down and worm it worm it Now bring it up and shake it shake it Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door I'm still fresh like uh impala uh Dre's young guns still ridin the base drums (Chi) Four times platinum hate it or love it I'm still number one Still in the hood one hand on my gun And my trigger finger still make b**hes cum I mean the one with the ring and the tounge Compton uh Kelly found her in the slums Shakin that rump both hands on the pumps Send her home with me I'll have your girl yellin uhhh Kell's my b*** drunk but until girlfriend still wanna have fun Pass the blunt let her drink red rum Bet she aint never seen a penthouse at the Trump Me and R been around the world and we'll give it to you just how u like it girl Girl you on a mission step in club shuttin down competition The way you walk it talk it switch it And when the doors close handle yur business Now make your booty go (boom boom boom boom) Break it down now (boom boom boom boom) Bring it up now (boom boom boom boom) Push it back girl (boom boom boom boom) Now shake shake it shake it shake it Out the club in the coupe to the mansion We gone get bent up to the morning Layin back in the chair while you wind it Lap dance on me girl bump and grind it We gone do it till we drop it until the part stop we gone keep it hot Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door I like it when you flip that bump that roll that shake that drop that rope that Make it go clap clap I like it when you flip that bump that roll that shake that drop that rope that Make it go clap clap Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door |
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from Club Bangers (2006)
(Hook - 50 Cent)
This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love (Verse I - Game) Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh Chrome hyrdolics, 808 drums You don't want, none Nigga betta, run When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk Come get, some Pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones Since red, rum Ready here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum Got weed on the ton I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt (Verse II - 50 Cent) I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades In one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip Teflon on my chest They say I'm no good Cuz I'm so hood Rich folks do not want me around Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass (Hook) (Verse III - Game) I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on bulbs Hit one switch mang, that ass so low Cali got niggaz in New York riding on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) (Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent) (50 Cent) 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun Fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game time (Game) You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggaz like, "huh?" Don't try to front I'll leave yo' ass, slumped Thinkin I'm a punk Get your fuckin head, lumped Fifty got a, gun (50 Cent) Ready here he come Gotta sick, vendetta To get this, chedda Meet my Ba, Retta The dra-ma, setta Sip Am-a, retta My flow sounds, betta Than average On tracks I'm a savage I damage Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!) |
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from 부비부비 클럽힙합 2집: Nonstop Remix [remix] (2007) | |||||
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from 부비부비 클럽힙합 2집: Nonstop Remix [remix] (2007) | |||||
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from Chris Brown - Exclusive (2007)
Chris Brown:
The meanest the meaner the second the seen her got open got me lookin loosing all my control the pasion of finnin baby you're the meanin but i found myself trippin when you walked trough the door and i now it's like me gettin beside myself she got me fillin that way and i now its unlikely that you gone deny me and just walk away I'll be that guy that dont have time to play,lookin like yo schedule is about the same, the ball is in yo court i'm ready for yo game, lookin like yo nockers ready for my chain she be that girl i'll be watin for she sending me them signals that i can't ignore but i was gonna get her on the dancefloor then i saw her headed through the exit door Call her nice cause she got it, do whatever whenever cause she bout it that there nice cause i got it do it whatever whenever cause i'm bout it i'm fallin for it she got me trap that girls nice cause she got,she got it,she got it, breath, breath yo body is screamin i think that she missin ain't what you sayin girl i'm loosin my cool you got you a soldier and i got me a rider and you ain't got to stress it cause it's nothin to proove i know it ain't easy being a sexy girl thats always gettin in her way but i'm here tell ya you got me up on ya and i won't let you slip away I'll be that guy that dont have time to play,lookin like yo schedule is about the same the ball is in yo court i'm ready for yo game lookin like yo nockers ready for my chain she be that girl i'll I been watin for she sending me them signals that i can't ignore but i was gonna get her on the dancefloor then i saw her headed through the exit door Call her nice cause she got it, do whatever whenever cause she bout it that there nice cause i got it do it whatever whenever cause i'm bout it i'm fallin for it she got me trap that girls nice cause she got,she got it,she got it The Game: yeah you niggas know now that it's bout go down the club is packed up the word arround town that this is the jump off you know when the shit drops ya this is the jump off i did it for big pac i'm pourin my chris out the bichtes is to hot the takin there clothes off the yellin at tupac cause i'm from the west-side and they from the east-coast my niggas from down-south the lettin they teeth show cause this ain't Def jam and this ain't Bad Boy this ain't Star Trek this is the last call they turnin the lights on the bar is shot down i'm walkin with Scott Storch and we in the front now the bitches is with me they ready to pop off seen you're girlfriends you gonna get knocked off we hop in 6.4 cause its bout to go down Chris BRown: It's going down Call her nice cause she got it, do whatever whenever cause she bout it that there nice cause i got it do it whatever whenever cause i'm bout it i'm fallin for it she got me trap that girl is nice |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
When the sun goes down
and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it How did they make it in this game for so long I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard I know a federal case, from a publicity charge Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL But hoes wanna go to COURT'til I pay them for they NAILS Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T You spent your advance on your Continental T I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you 'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul And if I don't like you then I will pretend to It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers You fake phony, you always was lil' homey Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you? When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop You see it always be them ones talkin this and that How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap 'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems You act like you don't know what side of town this realer Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop |
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from Notorious B.I.G. - Duets: The Final Chapter [Expicit Version] (2005) | |||||
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005) | |||||
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
[Verse 1:]
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Ese's, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians All these muthafuckers been patiently waitin' Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin' The west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton Aftermath been here the beats been knockin' Nate Dogg doin' his thing DPG still poppin' I got California love fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit & westside connection been had it locked bitch I'm in the rear view my gun's is cockin' I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases Faught that, not guilty I'm back Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback Homey I'm bringin' CA back & I don't do button up shirts or drive Mayback's All you old record labels tryin' to advance Aftermath bitch take it like a muthafuckin' man. [Chorus:] If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you from Nigga Westside! [x2] [Verse 2:] I'm lowridin' homey, 6 Tre impala Gold D spinnin' chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop breathin' Hollow tips make niggas disappear like houdini Gang bangin' is real Homey I'm livin' proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin' on top of the devil's roof Rap critics wanna converse about this & that Cause red strings in this converse & this a Dre track Keep jibberin' jabberin' I'll pull a .38 magnum & get the clickin' & clackin' You'll homies will wanna know what happened Come to Compton & see Thriller like Michael Jackson I might be Spike Lee, All this gun clappin' Prior to rappin' I was drug traffic In the dope spot playin' John Madden Homey I ain't braggin' I took 5 You wanna die? ...Run up on that black 745... [Chorus:] If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you from Nigga Westside! [x2] [Verse 3:] New York New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on I'm doin' my thing Got me fuckin' wit G-Unit you know the drama that brings I got niggas in Westside Compton & Southside Queen's & Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through So I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Po' I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice You niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof Leave your ass streched out like a Cadillac Coupe God gotta let me in Heaven all the shit I been through I was an OG in the hood before I turned 22 Homey I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest & I now I'm contemplatin' whether or not he left that shit on the dresser Got Compton on my back I'm startin' to feel the pressure I'm lyrically Kool G. Rappin' these Dre Records. [Chorus:] If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you from Nigga Westside! [x2] |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
((background music) i brought.. i brought.. i brought.. dreams... dreams... dreams... i brought you all my dreams... cuz i love you... i love you.. i love you.. (repeated throughout song))
(Verse 1) I woke up out that coma, 2001 Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001 Three years later, the album is done Aftermath presents: "Nigga With a Attitude : Volume 1" Rap critics politicin' Wanna know the outcome Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one I feel like Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done Dre behind that G-Series and All Eyez On Me I watched the death of a dynasty So I told Vibe Magazine Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!" I had visions of makin a classic Then my world turned black, like I was starin' outta Stevie Wonder's glasses Its kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West Comin' back from his fatal accident, to beat makin and rappin', but We da future Whitney Houston told me that: it's gon take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back (HOOK) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (Verse 2) I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like Mya When I saw that ass on the front of that King Read the article in the magazine She loved gangstas, loved nasty things So I'm in the glass house havin' nasty dreams Good girls never give it up But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and Maze Used to dream of bein' Unsigned Hype Till I was crushed my Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page Daydreamin' yesterday Dozin' off back-stage I tought I saw Eazy talkin' to Jam Master Jay So I walked over heard Jam Master say Its a hard-knock life, then you pass away They say sleep is the cousin of death Sow my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to your last breath (HOOK) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (Verse 3) The Dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through The Dream of Eric Wright, thats what imI' givin' you Who walked through the White House without a business suit? Compton had Jheri Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues Started off with Whoo-Kid then I started blazin' Clue It was all a Dream like B.I.G said it be Don't sleep on me homie I bring nightmares to reality Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rules of gravity Studied all the classic started revisin' my strategy Cuz Marshall Mathers made it Curtis Jackson made it Head in the clouds wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went? How do I say this, I'm livin' for my son but I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Catholic nun The war to be a rap legend ha just begun (HOOK:) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (The GAME talking) This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price, the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slain during a gang shoot-out in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003, Rest in peace... B.G.Music fades to an end... |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(50 Cent)
Ya, let's take em back Uh huh Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring One of them gold ropes NaNa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could (Chorus (50 then Game):) Hate it or love it the underdog's on top And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop Go head' envy me I'm raps MVP And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me Hate it or love it the underdog's on top And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop Go head' envy me I'm raps MVP And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me (Game) On the grill of my lowrider Guns on both sides right above the gold wires I'll fo-five em Kill a nigga on my song but really do it Thats the true meaning of a ~ghostwriter~ 10 g'z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces Believe you me homie i know all bout losses I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s Told Banks when i met him imma ride And if I gotta die rather homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died Now i'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on See how time fly? (Chorus - 50 Cent) From the beginnin to the end Losers lose, winners win This is real we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in Is full of pressure and pain Enough of me nigga now listen to Game (Game) Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench Now i'm fuckin with ~5-0~ it's all startin to make ~sense~ My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz Waitin on Sha Money to land sittin in the Range Thinkin how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes When there's kids starvin Pac is gone and Brendas still throwin babies in the garbage I wanna know what's goin on like i hear Marvin No school books they use that wood to build coffins Whenever I'm in the booth and i get exhausted I think what if Marie Banker got that abortion I love ya Ma' (Chorus X2) |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex, drolex It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton (Breakdown) It's not that I can't stop, It's that I won't stop, I make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I'll make the whole club rock (I do it) (The Game) Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up I don't need that I'm riding wit Dre Who don't love us, every hood throwin they dubs up Who the fuck yall thought was comin after Young Buck hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black nike airs You want war, we can settle it right here I got a squad, E V E and Busta Rhymes yeah Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair Sit her next to these yellow bottles, tea right there Matter fact I'll take you in the back you in the hat, and you in the blue and the black Lets have a gangsta party Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of fortys Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is back (CHORUS) (I can take you hiyaaaah) Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know? (I can take you hiyaaaah) It's the muthafuckin chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that blunt (I can take you hiyaaaah) G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I'm the motherfuckin Game and (I can take you hiyaaaah) (Breakdown) (Game) + (Snoop Dogg) Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen This is gin and juice the doc made the club R.O.C. without Timbaland boots First nigga to put drolex on a bentley coupe You wanna pimp? I perm my shit up like Snoop (Westside) Chronic 2005 muthafucker, put the purple in the dutch "Let it Burn" like Usher giirl Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back giirl Make 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitch I'ma call you and hit , you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick I got the lollipop if you wanna lick Or you can take a ride on the magic stick (CHORUS) (Breakdown) (Game) Put 25's on the hummer, why not I'ma be here for the next 10 summers Drop me in the 4th quarter I'm fuckin up they money I don't need sound scan I'm doin my own numbers When that impala bounce you can see the chrome under I got em' in every color yea I'm a known stunner When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers low ridin with a hood rat or a grown woman And I'll do anything but I won't fuck Mariah Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed cause she got a forehead just like Tyra I can say what the fuck I want, you thought Dre retired Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires These niggas is a waste of rhymin, Doc got somthing to say be quiet (Dr. Dre) Look out for Detox (CHORUS) (Breakdown) |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Hook - 50 Cent)
This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love (Verse I - Game) Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh Chrome hyrdolics, 808 drums You don't want, none Nigga betta, run When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk Come get, some Pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones Since red, rum Ready here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum Got weed on the ton I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt (Verse II - 50 Cent) I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades In one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip Teflon on my chest They say I'm no good Cuz I'm so hood Rich folks do not want me around Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass (Hook) (Verse III - Game) I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on bulbs Hit one switch mang, that ass so low Cali got niggaz in New York riding on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) (Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent) (50 Cent) 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun Fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game time (Game) You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggaz like, "huh?" Don't try to front I'll leave yo' ass, slumped Thinkin I'm a punk Get your fuckin head, lumped Fifty got a, gun (50 Cent) Ready here he come Gotta sick, vendetta To get this, chedda Meet my Ba, Retta The dra-ma, setta Sip Am-a, retta My flow sounds, betta Than average On tracks I'm a savage I damage Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!) |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(The Game)
Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on this one nigga I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga (The Game) I got shit on my chest, I must confess Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my chrome My pops left me in a foster home I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes I've been rappin for a year and a half, my life is real Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel Come to Compton, I got stripes for real Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal - I was almost killed Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz But karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun That's somethin I gotta teach my son (Chorus: Faith Evans) I don't need your love, no no no no I don't need your love Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it I don't need your love, no I don't need your love I don't need your love Cause, the, game, don't, change (The Game) I heard they got Bloods in New York now Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name New car, new house, and sometimes friends change And you don't need that love, when you G's like us And your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie's And your life story is sim-u-lar to 50's First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win? No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga *FUCK* The Source Plus them awards I don't need And them niggaz breathin the same air as me, actin like they don't bleed We don't drive the same speed, this a Continental T That's a case of Armadale, this a continental suite So I'ma drown in my own sorrows Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga cause reality is (Chorus w/ variations + ad libs) (The Game) I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff Now The Game set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones Dre cut me a check, I'm gone Tryin to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your throne But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to please So I roam through the city like the ghost of E Gotta put Compton back where it's 'sposed to be Nuttin between all my niggaz that's close to me In the streets with two fellas packin toast for me I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin my pivot On my block in the Coupe readin kites from prison I got niggaz doin life in prison All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur And all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war (Chorus - 2X w/ variations + ad libs) |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Verse 1)
To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch And I can't forget My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted Thermals under that Pelle shit I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit And I'm proud of it Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors I seen it all through the Range tints Got niggas doing life in the state pen So I dread like Jamaicans If I die for one of my statements Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement (Hook) Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal (Verse 2) Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write Get my reebok deal done Or Im staying in Air Nikes Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels Let's roll Through the city of god Where LA niggas train to kill Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie Dre we to close aint no turning back homie Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah Let me paint this picture While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear And every nigga who ever helped me get here (Hook) Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal (Verse 3) One brick, two brick The boy moving weight Now three bricks, four bricks I'm driving upstate Five Bricks, six bricks The nigga got cake Not rap money, but money been rap since ‘88 Look at the world we live in Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch Leave him chopped up like freddy's face Niggas catching feelings Cause I'm about millions And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest You a close second nigga, A banana to a guerilla Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel ‘em The best of both worlds Rapping and drug dealing Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village The head honcho, staring out the third story window Of my Beverly Hills condo With two long ass heats I call ‘em Shaq and Alonzo You niggas want me outta L.A. Yeah I know (Hook) Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Intro Verse)
Electro compulsive therapy, Part 1. (Verse 1) First thing's first (Aftermath), The Chronic is back This is indo produced by Timbo Game ova, naw the nwa chain choka Is burnin rubber inside the range rova Chain smokin', Purple Haze, this ain't Anotha one of those this the rebirth of dre The rebirth of la, the rebirth of hip-hop Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pac Hold up, Timb stop. I said this anotha memorial For Makaveli and Big Pac, g-g-g-g-g! Young homie got shit locked, public enemy #1 Flava flav on the wristwatch. all black g-units All black impala, im a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo 50 Cent know I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm ridin' wit Timbo (Chorus) Girl if you got a big back lemme pin that Show me where ya friends at we can flip that Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) I show you where the bloods at where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) Reburn! (Verse 2) I ain't got the west on my shoulda, got the west In the backseat of the rova. ridin on dubs, nigga I'm westcoastin'. the next hova from the home of The best doja, makin all that racket, i got the u.s. open Stunt on me I'll leave you wit ya chest open, vest broken Hop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin, g-g-g-g-g! I done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news. I got dre in the back, ridin on 22's. bitches screamin 'let me ride', it must be the shoes. red and black g6's Red dot on the glock, I'm goin 3x platinum dawg how Do I stop? I'm hot (Chorus) (Verse 3) My unit is gorilla, fuck with me my familia, I will kill ya. i know that boy not familia(r), But you got to feel em if the docta sealed em (is Compton in the house?) without a doubt I'm the rapper wit clout otha niggaz yap about. You know the one that introduced new york to The beach cruiser, got em puttin red and blue Strings in they G-Units. get groupie luv, Tell em to keep movin, if I gotta problem wit a bitch I let eve do it. unless she got on la perla And I can see through it, I don't just let her ride I give her the keys to it. me n my bitch layed back In the coupe, I'm movin in the neighborhood i ain't Passin through. I woulda been here afta snoop, But i slowed down and showed Timbaland how to iron a Khaki suit. (Chorus) |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Intro)
Aight What the fuck are you lookin at self You want a piece of me Ahh man shit The story of my life... (Verse 1) If I could start from scratch I wouldn't change shit Same red bandana same 45th Same g wagon same hoodrat bitch Workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit Same telephone booth same connect That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest Same bloody t-shirt same address Same dog food album bangin in my tape deck Homie if I could make 94 today I'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A. I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando Told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal I got too many dead homies Fuck a rap career I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga tez Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday If I could bring back my homeboy charles he would say... (Chorus) If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back (Verse 2) Homie if I could rewind the hands of time I would of cut of the PS2 at 12:49 Nigga I'm a gangsta I stay on my grind Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot wit my own 9 I was 2 beeps away from a flatline When you a bad boy niggas don't wanna see you shine Dre said its my turn He call it game time 23" lexanis bitches call him ?lebron? I'd give my own life if I could change God's mind Bring baby luny back at the drop of a dime He let off a whole k Got shot 1 time That was a coo nigga I wish he had 9 lives My brother devon died coz he chased the cat This a dog eat dog world Jesus please holla back I got a confession to make its called payback If y'all don't wanna listen show me where pastor mase at (Chorus) If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back (Verse 3) I would have told Big Will it rain every Tuesday and Thursday When pigeons in your coupe you gotta watch where your birds lay Would have told Vita to stay sober When niggas beg for mercy That mean the beef is over Told meesh to take the porsche back Drive a rover Told slim hit reverse on that hardtop nova I would've change a couple of lines when I wrote soldier So I wouldn't have to live lookin over my shoulder My life is like an impala ridin 3 wheel motion I've been front to back Side to side Level my 6 4 frame out Keep on rollin Keep your family far away and your enemys closer Picture The Source suckin Benzino's dick Tryna be the big fish in the pond You know how them piranhas get You dead when dat green line go flat If you could start your life from scratch you couldn't change that (Chorus) If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back Go right back..... |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
Boy talks to lady to start the song)
(Verse 1 - Game (DRE)) What happened in hip hop That got Pac and Big shot The thicks plots Now every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself tote a gun And know to run then get shot Ive been there before Now im fuckin with Doc (Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers) If not i push rocks Anticipatin my encarceration Media think im fakin like Mason But when it comes to mase Fuck Off Kelly i dont take it in the face I find out who sprayed it I'm putting you under the pavement No buddhist, priest, catholic, or baptist pastor can save him Im far from religious But i got beliefs, so i put Cannary yellow diamonds In my jesus piece I came back from the dead Without a part of my chest Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for 3 years While everybody else dropped Now i understand why NAS Did a song with his pops (CHORUS x2) Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY (Verse 2) If i die my niggas, fuck it I did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas Got a hook from Faith No verse from Jay I guess on westside story He thought i spit in his face Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin to Ja With that mayback line It was payback time Keep fuckin with me nigga Ill put you under me Take your car and trade it in For eight 3 hundred C's If you cross my T I'll dot your Eyes You do life in a cementary Ill do mine with Shyne Come home sit in the thrown With my legs crossed And my air force Middle finger up Fuck the world Cause im feelin like Puff When Life After Death hit Mo' money, mo' problems And i lost my best friend Im the second dopest nigga From compton u'll ever hear The first nigga only put out albums Every 7 years (haha) (Game (Commentator)) (You know what speakin of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story) Ohh Ohh (You got a line that says Dont wear throwbacks Or drive, ride in maybacks, Is that a shot at Jay?) Naa, i was talkin about Ja Rule Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot of Respect for Jay You know what im saying I never take shots at legends Thats just something i dont do (Verse 3 - Game (Busta)) Let me tell you why i do this shit Im a son of a gun Cause moms was a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (son, duke is sick) The prodigee' of Doc Dre. I could finally put the shoes on Now that the rumors of Rakim and Q gone They say truth hurts Sunk, like quick sand Dont stop me in traffic And ask about hitman I gotta restore the feelin It crawled from under the rock After the dog pound Crushed the buildings I got a family to feed Im the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan After i sell 5 million If i tell you i aint Game And i dont know Dre. You gonn do me like X-Zibit And cut half of my face? I take all the credit For putting the west Back on the map If you aint feelin that Guess I'm Gorilla Black!!! (CHORUS x1) Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Chorus)
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny (If you got it) I'm gone take it (If you're in it) You're coming with me (Bench warmers) Get no playing time (No sleeping) Till I cross the line I'm runnin' (The Game) With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental car blowing horns like Miles Davis at the pearly gate God let me in Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN I know I got more sins than two lesbians Been back and forth across the border like Mexicans But (I'm runnin') like New York pedestrians Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again It's funny how niggaz be the best of friends And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man One of my niggaz in the grave the other one in the pin She fuckin my enemies inside my homeboys Benz Now she beggin God's mercy cause she ain't listen to Nas And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey He got a cousin named Jason that rock the Gary Payton Now the same trifling bitch is a HIV patient True story (Chorus) (Tony Yayo) If I get knocked with my gun nigga I'm runnin' If I catch a murder one nigga I'm runnin' Homicide come around and they keep on coming That's why I'm out of state and I keep on runnin' I ain't Nelly but my desert eagles on girl Just dropped bail traveling the world When I sign my deal I said fuck jail I went on tour to Barcelona and Brazil This shit real fuck an appeal D's want my head like that bitch in Kill Bill Sling dope sling crack and them e pills That's why I'm on the low like a dead navy seals I'm runnin' (Chorus) (Game) Cause I gotta pack them shows And Dre told me ain't no coming back from Go So I gotta get my album in place My G-Unit features My Eminem sixteens My Dr. Dre beats And it was two years from today when I started rhyming And took my demo to Suge and he ain't sign me Niggaz threatening my life like it's hard to find me See me shining in the hood like twenty inch Lexanis My mom said I'm hard head I don't follow the rules Why should I when Reebok giving niggaz they own shoes And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got Yayo in jail and they think I'm trying to take his spot I'm in the studio laughing at Chris Rock Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot And niggaz trying to gun me down in the rim shop Cause I just want the same recognition that the crypts got They say I'm the next in line and if I get shot Then I go out as the Bobby Fischer of hip hop Make yo chest move Sylvia Rome and Kevin Lyle slept cool Jimmy Iovine was the best move |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(INTRO)
3 Minutes my nigga...Ya'll know what it is..Just Blaze! (VERSE 1) Gangsta Gangsta that's already evident. Nigga wit a Attitude, check, check my residence. Whether I'm Crip or Blood, Homie, that's irrelivant. I'm with the D-O-C, there's nobody better then the west coast felon when he on that lowrider Bike pedaling, Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin' it. I'm with ya homie Doc Dre on the television while these niggas moving peanuts like a elephant. I'm on cars like spinnin' rims. I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem. Not to down Eminem I fuck black bitches, fuck white bitches, nigga I like bitches. Them half and half Alicia Keys dyke bitches. If the head right, I might Air Nike bitches. Or put 'em on a track like Just Blaze, I look down on hoes and look up to Dre, cause ain't... (CHORUS) No More Fun and Games. (scratches and mix-ins) (VERSE 2) I'm like Dre, Eazy, Cube, King Tia rolled into One. Used to move birdies 'till I put a hole in one. Nigga they thought I wasn't holdin' a gun, they try to ride up on me like Afeni Shakurs only son. Dre told me he ain't doing Detox, this his only run. Mase coming back and Hovie done. I'm surrounded by legends, sitting at the round table, I am The Game and still niggas tryna play Dude. I'm Ruthless, I ain't talkin' 'bout the label. I hook niggas up and I don't mean free cable. I mean I hook niggas up to the I.V, the same way Dre hooked me up to Ivine. I'm from the gutter, grew up in public housing. On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming. So if a nigga ever try to Jerry Hellin' me, tell Dre put up a mill cause that's what my bail Will be. (CHORUS) No More Fun and Games. (scratches and mix-ins) (VERSE 3) I been rapping for 1 year 1 month, 17 days. 13 hours, 28 minutes, then I met Dre. 30 minutes after I bought the new Em, that was November 18, 3:09 P.M. Around the same time Wanksta got it's first spin, that was 32 weeks before they signed Rakim. 8 Months, 13 Days, before I knew a Mike Lynn. And 3 Years after Mase done turned his mic in? I start writing 22 months and 20 weeks prior to Lebron shaking Adidas for Nikes. I'm right here, 6 years after Randy Moss caught his first touchdown for the Vikings. 1 day, 7 hours, 14 minutes, 21 seconds before Soundscan got printed. 2 Platinum Records for I'm classified with Biggie. And 2 seconds before the song finish, yeah. |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(feat. Nate Dogg)
(Intro - Dr Dre and (Game)) Ah man.. Ey game.. dont tell me you love her (i mean i like the bitch i dont love her) Next thing you know you gon be all boohoo'd upped with her and shit (fuck that) (chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg) Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special (verse 1 - The Game) L.A.X. to J.F.K. thats where it all happened Caught you walkin out that gucci store in manhattan I was in chains and cuffs, you was with cha girls I was in that aftermath chain, you was in pearls It was me against the world, baby girl You had dreams of stardom, The prince of compton meets the queen of harlem First date at mr chows it was culture i would coach ya La pearla, gucci, louie, finde, prada, dolce Runnin circles in my living room, tearing up sofas Me clear in the rover, fuck it ma lets tear up the highway Let the sprewells spin till the plates fell off Then we could go 1 on 1 at dres house Jeans painted with the waist cut out You rockin the fly way that lil bit of compton mixed with bed stuy way And girl im not trying to excite you, Im tryna wife you, bamboo earing, white air nike you Yea (chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg) Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special (verse 2 - The Game) I like your style, like the way you move, the way you talk The way you smile, the way you swingin them hips when you walk The way you look, the way you ride when you workin them thighs The way you licken your lips when you look in my eyes You down for me, im down for you You go down on me, ill go down on you I wanna do all the things that your man wont do Im from the hood, so i know how to handle you Keep you in pink rocks and g-unit canvas shoes Show you how to gangsta lean when the lambo move Ill take you to new york city, atlanta too Show you how to fly them birds and them hammers thru And you know... (chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg) Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special (verse 3 - The Game) Let me tell you bout the birds and bees How i stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys Your boyfriend dont like me, cause he dont get a fourth of my cheese And you can take back the porsche and his keys Hop in the range rover, you aint gotta force him to leave I gotta chrome four four on my jeans You got gucci frame covering the mark on your face Cause he dont want you to leave and i dont want you to stay Sometimes i wanna snatch that nigga out tha CLK I know he treating you like k-ci did mary j I wanna ease ya pain, kick off your louie sandles Let me, whip your tears with my g-unit bandana Make me wanna peal you out them jeans when you rockin em Its "me and my girlfriend" like tupac and them Jay-z and beyonce or bobby and whitney We the oh 5 bonnie and clyde, you feel me (chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg) Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Mary)
Can't wait til we make real love Because these conjugal visits just ain't enough I'm really lookin forward to a future for us, Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you Even took a second job So they won't take the cars and put a lean on the house I know it's gonna be a while before you get out Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waitin on you And them dudes you ran wit are foul They been tryna get at me, ever since you been down Even my girls are tellin me, I should end it all now Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you (Game) All I can think about is that honey complexion And the way your skin glow when you slip on them D&R dresses I know you wonderin why I got you a Smith & Wesson Cuz them niggaz in the hood is the reason we stressin I miss that gangsta lovin and that lil affection And butter soft lips when you kissin my chest and Mary I put nothin above you, And behind that vest I gotta heart ma, gangstas need love too (Mary) Some think the worst of you They betray you as a man it's not that far from the truth You were caught up in the game and now it's caught up to you Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waiting on you (Game) It use to be caramel skin tones, spreewell rims on Glasshouse, ass out, Jacob watch, gems stones Bandana, Nike airs, tennis bracelet, wife here Black rag, do or die 45 right here Everytime i was down you was always right here Whenever visitin hours came, i know my wife there So pink diamonds right there, Chain hang ice there The reason for my tatooed tear I need you to hold me down (Mary) I'll be waiting on you (I) I'll be waitin on you (ima be right here whenever you call me) I'll be waiting on you (ooh) Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you (Game) I'm locked up countin the days down Tryna hold my head cuz the penitentiary ain't no playground I'm dyin in here ion know how you stay down In the shootin range twice a week bussin that tre pound I would neva ask you to wait around But how do a white sandy beach, in Sandro Pe sound And no more out of town trips on the greyhound Just me hittin like a beat from Dr. Dre out (Mary) I'll be waiting on you (I'll be waiting) I'll be waiting on you (ima be right here for you baby) I'll be waiting on you (I'll) Baby don't worry about it (don't worry baby) ima be right here, waitin for you I'll be waiting on you (ima be right here waitin for you baby) I'll be waiting on you (you know I'll) I'll be waiting on you (whenever you need me) Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waitin on you I'm lookin for a future with u baby, I wanna see you real soon, real soon real soon, I'll be right there, I'll be right there Baby don't worry about it (don't worry) ima be (don't worry) right here (don't worry) waiting on you (ooh) |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Verse 1: The Game)
June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall Deja vu, like I been here before I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it Spread my wings, If only I could fly Why fight to live homie?, If we only living to die (Chorus: Busta Rhymes) I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you (Verse 2: The Game) They say every time somebody die a child is born So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son 11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby "One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the head Doc busting through the door, he between the legs He see the head, it's my baby boy 11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord" 11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Karan (Chorus: Busta Rhymes) I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you (Verse 3: The Game) I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather Call Uncle Zip, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track number 1 If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one (Chorus: Busta Rhymes) I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you |
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from The Game - It's Okay [International Explicit Version] [single] (2006)
(Intro)
(Game whispering) Dre, I see dead people (Junior Reid) Modern vampires of the city! I taste blood! Bloooooood! Blo-od! (Game) Yo Dre, thought I was dead West Coast (Verse 1) I'm the doctor's advocate, nigga Dre shot cha Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the Doctor The Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin With him no more, It's okay, I get it poppin Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala Drink Cris', throw it up, call the shit hydraulics Then piss in a cup, call the shit Hypnotiq I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit Chronic And you new niggaz ain't shit but new niggaz Bathing Ape shoe niggaz, I'm talking to you niggaz Bounce in the 6-4, throwing up Westside man Sell another five million albums, Yes I am Fresh like damn, this nigga did it again A hundred thousand on his neck, LA above the brim Inside the lambo, shotgun with snoop What would the motherf**kin' west coast be without one crip and (Chorus) One blood {*4X*} Blood {*9X*} One blood {*4X*} (Verse 2) I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala Where niggaz say where you from, we don't ever say holla Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side Niggaz in New York know how to throw up the west side Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me I made room for Jeezy, but the rest of you niggaz Better be glad you breathin, All I need is one reason I'm the king and Dre said it, the west coast need me I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin me Everybody know that I'm the aire to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make shit for the club What DJ gonna turn down a 38 snub You 38 and you still rappin? Ugh I'm 26 nigga, so is the doves In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge When the chronic smoke clear, all you gonna hear is (Chorus) (Verse 3) I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay What's beef when you getting head in the 6-Tre And the double game chains, I keep 'em on display Black t-shirt so all you see is the A Turn on the TV and all you see is the A You niggaz better make up a dance and try and get radio play Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't going away I don't regret what I spit cause I know what I say And niggaz talking bout me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock No bean, no silencer, I know when to pop Wait til Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot I had the number 1 billboard spot Niggaz stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top I'm Big, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac This ain't shit but a warning until my album drops (Chorus) - 2X |
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from The Game - It's Okay [International Explicit Version] [single] (2006)
((background music) i brought.. i brought.. i brought.. dreams... dreams... dreams... i brought you all my dreams... cuz i love you... i love you.. i love you.. (repeated throughout song))
(Verse 1) I woke up out that coma, 2001 Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001 Three years later, the album is done Aftermath presents: "Nigga With a Attitude : Volume 1" Rap critics politicin' Wanna know the outcome Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one I feel like Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done Dre behind that G-Series and All Eyez On Me I watched the death of a dynasty So I told Vibe Magazine Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!" I had visions of makin a classic Then my world turned black, like I was starin' outta Stevie Wonder's glasses Its kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West Comin' back from his fatal accident, to beat makin and rappin', but We da future Whitney Houston told me that: it's gon take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back (HOOK) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (Verse 2) I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like Mya When I saw that ass on the front of that King Read the article in the magazine She loved gangstas, loved nasty things So I'm in the glass house havin' nasty dreams Good girls never give it up But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and Maze Used to dream of bein' Unsigned Hype Till I was crushed my Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page Daydreamin' yesterday Dozin' off back-stage I tought I saw Eazy talkin' to Jam Master Jay So I walked over heard Jam Master say Its a hard-knock life, then you pass away They say sleep is the cousin of death Sow my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to your last breath (HOOK) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (Verse 3) The Dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through The Dream of Eric Wright, thats what imI' givin' you Who walked through the White House without a business suit? Compton had Jheri Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues Started off with Whoo-Kid then I started blazin' Clue It was all a Dream like B.I.G said it be Don't sleep on me homie I bring nightmares to reality Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rules of gravity Studied all the classic started revisin' my strategy Cuz Marshall Mathers made it Curtis Jackson made it Head in the clouds wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went? How do I say this, I'm livin' for my son but I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Catholic nun The war to be a rap legend ha just begun (HOOK:) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (The GAME talking) This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price, the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slain during a gang shoot-out in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003, Rest in peace... B.G.Music fades to an end... |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006) | |||||
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(Intro:)
Now where's the shit? The shit? The shit! Nigga whatsup man? Come on kill that noise man, let's just get the shit, Don't worry, you'll get the shit, You'll be, Knee deep in shit! (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggas) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggas) (Verse 1:) I let the whole world know that I can't be stopped, Even without Doc I'm still from the (Streets of Compton), Yeah nigga I said it, and I'ma stay on top, Like a hoodrat with bomb ass cock, Run up in 'em like these rap niggas, I ain't gotta clap niggaz, End your career with one line like that niggaz, Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, Let it jump, Killa-for-ni-a is where I'm from, 3 wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out, All the way to my nigga Daz house, He always gotta big bad bitch from Long Beach, She a known freak and she gotta long reach, She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it, never back down, 'specially when Al Green in the background, Now bitch hit the weed and turn that ass round, It's time to bring back Chronic into Doggystyle, Westcoast niggaz still holdin' shit down, (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z) (Verse 2:) I'm back on the cover of the Source and the XXL, Floatin' all through the (Streets of Compton), I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef, and more straps, That's what the fuck I call "Gangsta rap", I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turn enemies, Streets kept me laced like bloods dipped in hennesse, You niggaz act like the Game can't roll 'em out, One man show still sell a motherfucker out, We know Dre still sell a motherfucker out, 'cus everybody here from the (Streets of Compton), We got crip niggaz, blood niggaz, assays, asians, Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces, I kept you niggaz waiting had to take you back to the basics, Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Daitons, Everytime your bitch hear my voice she masturbating, I run though hoes like Walter Payton on the daily, I got your main bitch swallowing my babies, (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggaz) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggaz) I'm the Westcoast Rakim, got you niggaz blocked in, Glass house parked sideways on the stock rims, New school, old school mentality, Translation - Four pumps and twelve batteries, Hydraulics make the world go round, Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down, For she end up like superhead, giving superhead, Every nigga in the industry now fuck superhead, And I might just fuck her too, If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the (Streets of Compton), Rolling down Green Leaf smoking on that green leaf, With a Mac 10 like I was born on Queen's Street, Murder MCs like I was born in Queen's Bridge, That how I show you palm niggas where the King is, And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock, I'm in the Hall Of Fame next to Snoop, behind 'Pac, I got the whole motherfucking world locked, (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggas) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggas) (Outro:) Everybody wanna know what the fuck is going on, Am I signed to Aftermath? Interscope? What's up with Geffen? I'ma just say it like this: One day I walked in the motherfuckin' house, And all my shit was gone. |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(Intro)
(Game whispering) Dre, I see dead people (Junior Reid) Modern vampires of the city! I taste blood! Bloooooood! Blo-od! (Game) Yo Dre, thought I was dead West Coast (Verse 1) I'm the doctor's advocate, nigga Dre shot cha Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the Doctor The Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin With him no more, It's okay, I get it poppin Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala Drink Cris', throw it up, call the shit hydraulics Then piss in a cup, call the shit Hypnotiq I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit Chronic And you new niggaz ain't shit but new niggaz Bathing Ape shoe niggaz, I'm talking to you niggaz Bounce in the 6-4, throwing up Westside man Sell another five million albums, Yes I am Fresh like damn, this nigga did it again A hundred thousand on his neck, LA above the brim Inside the lambo, shotgun with snoop What would the motherf**kin' west coast be without one crip and (Chorus) One blood {*4X*} Blood {*9X*} One blood {*4X*} (Verse 2) I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala Where niggaz say where you from, we don't ever say holla Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side Niggaz in New York know how to throw up the west side Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me I made room for Jeezy, but the rest of you niggaz Better be glad you breathin, All I need is one reason I'm the king and Dre said it, the west coast need me I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin me Everybody know that I'm the aire to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make shit for the club What DJ gonna turn down a 38 snub You 38 and you still rappin? Ugh I'm 26 nigga, so is the doves In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge When the chronic smoke clear, all you gonna hear is (Chorus) (Verse 3) I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay What's beef when you getting head in the 6-Tre And the double game chains, I keep 'em on display Black t-shirt so all you see is the A Turn on the TV and all you see is the A You niggaz better make up a dance and try and get radio play Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't going away I don't regret what I spit cause I know what I say And niggaz talking bout me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock No bean, no silencer, I know when to pop Wait til Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot I had the number 1 billboard spot Niggaz stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top I'm Big, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac This ain't shit but a warning until my album drops (Chorus) - 2X |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
It's the home of Ameirca's gangsta rap
The place of danger Where the Gangsta's boogie, Gangsta's boogie, Gangsta's boogie, Gangsta's boogie Where the cops is crooked, and the bitches is killas And da niggas hold in down like black gorillas Where the Gangstas boogie, Gangstas boogie, Gangstas boogie Nigga-Nigga-Nigga-Nigga, Im from COOOMPTOOON The Game on fire, check da gold wires Hip Hop on lock some some muthafuckin' pliers. Me and "Will i am' yeh we take niggas higher, Nigga talkin' shit? get yo fuckin' mouth wired Walkin' through Compton, Eazy still alive, Wave ya hat to da back, throw ya dubs in da sky My flow Streight wicked , sit back while i kick it And do it like Dre did it, NWA did it. I cook crack like da first nigga that ever brought a brick from a Ese Nigga I can write a essay, about all the gangsta niggas that i seen low ridin In they Chevy's with a bitch ridin shotgun, reppin LA Crips, Bloods, homes goin loco My glock to me, is like Ice Cube and yoyo, sittin in a low-low All chrome spinners, Nobody droppin nothin this winter Nigga I'm from... CHORUS Nigga I smoke chronic, aint shit changed Since Yung MC and Eazy E was rappin we all in da same game Saw niggaz chain hang, other niggas gang-bang I do both cause im da King of the muthafuckin' westcoast Kick da door open, "Will, lets go", flow like esco N.Y. niggaz say im da best, yo Hard like Timbo, blowin on indo' Niggaz try to play me, get strecthed put like a limo I was shoppin crack while Dre was bangin my demo And all you old niggas is washed up like N.O. Dont take it da wrong way, i got love for my kinfolk Can i get a moment of silence, Will bang da instrumental I spit for my niggaz in da line-up That'll never see the sun again, so i close my blinds up First album, sold em out Impalas, roll em out Cause da whole muthafuckin' world wanna know about.. CHORUS Welcome to da city of G's Where we eat fried chicken, rice and black-eyed peas Fans got us Interscope?, like Jimmy Ivine Cause we RUTHLESS, like will, before blackeyed peas Fuck all rappers, look at all the hate i see Im sick, you cant get rid of me, im HIV Nigga get another job, Hip Hop is not hirin Im da reason Dre feel comfortable retirin I just might put out D-TOX myself Smoke so much, i check in detox. myself One man army, took out Reeboks myself .45 in my khakis gotta watch my health Im so hard nigga, glock 17, quick draw nigga Like the old me, 17, sippin malt liquor All black khaki suit, all black converse Nigga imma keep on stompin, comin straight outta.. CHORUS |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(Verse 1)
As my Daytons spin low-rider sittin low Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Ragtop 6-4, Henny in the passenger side Smokin chronic just let me ride You would do it if my name was Dre Second comin mothafucker Throw it up for the king of LA I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft I'm hard as a mothafuckin ounce of raw Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounced the ball Fuck the law Feedin my son is a must Whip it soft, whip it hard In crack we trust Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the twenty? G Answer: cocaine been around for centuries Since I'm young, black and rich I'm the public enemy Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy (Chorus) *scratching* I got the remedy *scratching* Aftermath got the remedy *scratching* Nigga back up, back up, back up, back up 'Fore you get your punk ass smoked (Verse 2) I ain't no joke, G So don't provoke me I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy An' starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked "Where you from fool?" Better say you pro-black 'Cause walkin in Roscoe's with your chain hangin Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gang-bangers Now that 'Pac passed Tryin to put us on death row Get ready for the aftermath I run through the city like Godzilla Doin more damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killer Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy There go another victim of a 1-8-7 Who's the grim reaper with your life in his hand? Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go blam So kick back and watch the bitches dance N.W.A. is back, now let me see your mothafuckin hands (Chorus) (Verse 3) I'm back by popular demand And so all black interior on a cherry red 6-4 Niggas endin they careers tryin to shut me up Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up The West coast still pimpin Game still bloodin, and Snoop still crippin So what you sayin lo (?) Red and blue bandana tied in a knot As I creep through the chronic smoke They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes Three-wheelin' through the neighborhood, system on blast As the motherfuckin one-time passed (?) The key to drive-bys is to aim steady Turn that fake (?) into confetti When you cross that enemy line, close your eyes Parental discretion is advised |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
[Verse 1] Pull the rag off the six-fo', Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go, The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone, The D's is chrome, the frame is black. (So watch it lift up) Till the motherfucker bounce and break, And knock both of the screws out the licence plate. Let the games begin, These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims, Shit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin. It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem, In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms, Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend. Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round, And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down. (Put your 'cris up!) If you feel the same way, Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA [Hook] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back, (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass, (If I could fit the whole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash, In a blunt, call it Aftermath [Verse 2] Somebody tell me where the drinks at, Where the bitches at, You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back. I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks, Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see? The protégé of the D R E, You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me, And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve, Got something in my waist that you can't touch either, That's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods, I'm in the club on some gangsta shit. (So nigga twist up) Light another dub, Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club. Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing, Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string, I fuck a different bitch seven days a week, Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat. [Hook] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back, (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass, (If I could fit the whole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash, In a blunt, call it Aftermath [Verse 3] Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now Look at me now, Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down, I'm The Game, nigga Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga Remember that, Dre You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray, Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes, Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race. Now watch it bounce, Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down. {When you hit the club) Tell 'em you came with me, (We gonna twist up) In the V.I.P. It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre, Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre. Same Impala, different spokes Same chronic, just a different smoke. [Hook] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back, (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass, (If I could fit the hole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash, In a blunt, call it Aftermath |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
"Too Much" (feat. Nate Dogg) [The Game] I'm from the old hood, somethin like yo' hood Where niggaz don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good So we rock it like Tracy McGrady Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans Nigga I can't be fucked, like a lesbian I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One: The Game] Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump [Chorus Two: Nate Dogg] You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares? Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare Don't know how much atten-tion you pay You better be ready to die, in this game [The Game] I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef clown, my son three now And I've been watchin Dre so long I'm makin beats now Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town I mean Chi-Town, fuck it it can go down Nigga I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo'-pound Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig I come back from the dead, tell 'em kill me again Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do? I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [The Game] Drive fast, both hands on the dash Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind Four doors, leather and wood Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood And I keep a chrome fo'-five under my hood So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane Long as my family straight, read this at my wake I gave 'em "The Documentary" and they scraped the plate Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face I can not, will not ever be replaced I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Nate Dogg] He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared You can't find your girl, she right here I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare 'Sides there's way too many hoes in here |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(Chorus)
I only f**k with you on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I will be broke, if I would be with you That is why it's for one night (one one one one...)(Chorus) I'm a muthaf**kin' gang bangin' Nightmare Wake up mudaf**kers, I traded in my white Nike Airs For a red pair of converse, Back to the hood My own niggas actin' like I turned my back on the hood I used my rap money to put crack in the hood Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood I show niggas the Bentley, then let you drive it Gone for 2 days and I didnt even check the mileage When we was fighting with Crips it wasnt bout no dollars It was about selling dope to put our kids thru college I'm sittin' on the block reminiscing for hours whipping my tears 'cause now half of my niggas is cowards And I was still f**kin' with niggas after I got shot and didnt get one hospital visit My homie Snoop told me it be days like this It hurt my heart to say this shit (Chorus) I only f**k with you on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I will be broke, if I would be with you That is why it's for one night (one one one one...) Red bandanna in my back pocket I'm for real This aint no pastel color kacki suit and I aint Pharrell I don't front bout shit, I pull my gun bout shit And let everything fly to keep my son up out of this I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap Remember, the bullet holes in my son's car seat My baby momma found four shells I aint get one keep your head up All i got was keep it real, Keep it real my niggas? Last year alone I spent 1.5 mil on my niggas After the bullshit I stayed right there Took you to award shows there go Jay right there "Where?" "Right there" I had you niggas in suits, cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs I'm suppose to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear The last 12 months been a f**kin' nightmare (Chorus) This shit is worst then arguing with my bitch I done been through more up and downs then an Impala swith Get your hand out of my pocket nigga, go fish I was born by myself so I don't owe yall shit Nigga you tell me, what you want me to do Drop my son off at home and come bang with u? Oh now it's f**k Game, Naw Nigga f**k u I put that on my life, matter of fact that's on Piru And really is I can die too And end up in the cemetery, right beside you We can both ride, Angels flying over my head stone But the devils inside your box You wanted my shine so I gaved you ice Then I gaved you a second change & you played me twice Couldn't be a real homeboy to save your life I should of took Dr.Dre's advise |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(The Game)
Yo Bus, I think I got.... the answer to all my problems... (Busta Rhymes) The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that? (The Game) Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs) (Busta Rhymes) Look.... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig! (The Game) I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son... (Busta Rhymes) The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga! (The Game) One more shot.... (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... (The Game) (Verse 1) Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you, But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do, Remember, I'm from Compton too, I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits, I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92, I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you, I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru, Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice, Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop, Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots, So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you, I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do. If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track, And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped, When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... (The Game) (Verse 2) I never said thank you, and I took it for granted, You let me in your house and made me a part of your family, Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes, I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed, And even know sometimes I run loose, You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you, I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef, But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!', Now it's my turn to carry the torch, And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source, Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch? I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that! Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques, Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?' When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... (Busta Rhymes) (Verse 3) See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger, The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga, Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do, But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you, See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut, Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut, Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut, I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k, And as time went on, and he was working with the finest, I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance, You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it, So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it, With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction, The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen, But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like La, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, La, la, la... (Busta Rhymes) Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga! (The Game) I'm up man, I'm up... (Busta Rhymes) We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man! (The Game) This ain't my house... my house is.... is green! (Busta Rhymes) The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga! (The Game) I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga... (Busta Rhymes) Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker... (The Game) Just goin to the studio... (Busta Rhymes) (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga... |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(Chorus)
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) Ridin' by gettin' high Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) Drive by homicide R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) (Verse 1) Once upon a time in the projects yo I watched my uncle Greg put D's on his six-fo' I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain Shopped crack and watched "Colors" and I soaked up game Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette 'Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain't like that He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac Crazy ass n**** wit' a Black Panther tat Kill a n**** cross him out on his Compton hat Told me when I got older I would understand that It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks 13 that's when I had my first (Chorus) (Verse 2) I was the first n**** wit' a Starter jacket on the block Used to build model cars and let the muthaf**kas hop Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin' rocks Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the dope spot Bought my first Converse thought I couldn't be stopped When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott Used to think that I was hard so I stole my brother's glock And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc I was drinkin' 40-ounces a lot And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy dropped I start bangin' red laces in my adidas Drinkin' out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by I was a menace to society But I never left fingerprints on my (Chorus) (Verse 3) I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip This is life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans? I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen Then I went to college basketball was my dream Quit the team 'cause I rather shoot rock wit' the fiends Wanted to be Freeway Rick He showed me how to turn a stolen 5.0 into a brick Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quik On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clip Hit my first switch same night f**ked my first bitch Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her tits She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my shit So I got her name tatted in (Chorus) Ol' English (x4) |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
The Game
Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga, Sipping on Gin and Juice fill up your cups nigga, The Westcoast back crackin' like it's 94', So bitch get on your knees and give me head like it's 94', And don't come up for air 'til the beat drop, I'm the Doctors Advocate call it a sneak peak, at the mudafukn Detox, take note grab a pen, And let the world know the west is ridin' again, I Graduated from Dre's school top of my class, Treat my switches like my bitches got me dropping that ass, Still bangin' the chronic like doggiestyle came with it, And I roll a sticky on my bitch back while I hit it, I done been there, done that, had beefs and won that, 5 million records on 1 plaque I hung that, Still got Dr. Dre low ridin' in the 64', When you see us, throw it up for the fukin' Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, We low ridin' in the Westcoast, So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, You should take a trip and visit the West coast. Snoop Dogg Check game, I'm'a show you how to bang, Uncle Snoopy is it true you from that money game, All the time neph' I gotta let my nuts hang, A chest full of chains a left han' wit' a pinky ring, I'm in a steeler caps, Swisha Sweets peel em back, My lil' hood rat, baby got that mini mack, Baby got that 20 sack, baby got plenty that, Whatever you send it's my nugga, we gonna send it back I'm in the club, with the snub, getting' love, with 20 thousand Crips and 20 thousand Bloods, And we don't give a fuck about none of ya'll, And when you hit the city, you better holla at the Big Dogg, I done seen niggas hit LA and get dey chain snatched, Then they call me up, beggin' me to get dey chain back, What I look like the mudafukin Police, It's certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets, Especially when it comes to this Cali shit, And I ain't talkin' bout hangin' in the valley Bitch, Gang bang niggas all up in the alley Crip, On some real talk nigga we the real Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, We low ridin' in the Westcoast, So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, You should take a trip and visit the West coast. Xzibit Damn, I heard blue rag niggas ain't fucking with the red rag niggas, On the Westcoast (Fuck you mean), shit from what I seen, red and blue can make green, Black Wall Street and X-o-leen, Since jealousy breeds hatred, hatred breeds violence, Violence breeds enemies more permanent silence, California alliance, is more important than ever so throw it up, We low ridin' together (YEAH!) Make the Westcoast rise forever, esse's B's and C's represent your letter, Got Game the go getter, Xzibit the rhyme spitter, Snoop Dogg the boss, We gangster at all costs, ya'll niggas is so soft and pussies so fuck off, For one of my niggas draw that hammer and dump off, This kush you gon' cough, (Cough, Cough) Yeah inhale the smoke, Bandana hang, Bang the coast my nigga. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, We low ridin' in the Westcoast, So I'm'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, You should take a trip and visit the Westcoast |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
You got them funny ass colors on
Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on (The Game) Gettin' my Bang on Red strings on luis vuitton kicks luis vuitton frames on luis vuitton belt holdin' the 4,5 You know who I am bitch I'm Mr. Westside (Daz) This west west, It's nothin Get your pistols, get your flags Gangsters, we let us have? We cock it back and blast Like booyaka booyaka We lay the party down Ga, Ga, Game Dog Pound (The Game) Everybodddyyy Geettt dooowwnnn (Kurupt) Punk nigga, I nurture and breed I aint never gaved a f**k bout a bitch's needs And bitch niggas try to invade our town I'mma lay them down Spray the K and get out (The Game) Say goodbye to the 6,4 Hello to the 6 tray He aint never seen hydraulics Look at his bitch face Up..Down, now watch my shit scrape Daz call Snoop Imma Crip walk to get Dre And Blood bounce back, heat on the track Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq Trow an O' in a pot and watch it bounce right back Like that, Like that, Like that You got them funny ass colors on Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on (Daz) We street connected Respect that I get is pathetic When I did it, I must of admit it a nigga gon rep it Lil homies around here constantly on smash mode Lil niggas with pistols just blowin out our assholes Bang is how we givin' The culture that we livin Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison Real niggas for life, the routes of the G tree NWA Dr. D.R.E (The Game) We not S.T.A.R.'s We don't put stars on our shoes bitch We put the whole car on the shoes? We don't wanna see my car on the news I set it off like Queen Latifah Red Beam on the lina (Kurupt) Bang out Trippin in trafic, dippin the classics Dippin the classics, Whippin that asses Hood niggas ready to get it Your bitch can get it 'cause I know she'll suck a dick in less then a minute 'cause imma have to show them where the house at Two milli mac's, Semi Automatic situation on clap, In the back with a sac Cadillac all black like this and like that Bang, Broken like glass and plastic Bang out on them with a mask on plastic We got access to mask and plastic's? Purchase last week DPGC You got them funny ass colors on Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on (The Game)Here come out them out of town niggas What up Blood (Kurupt)What up cuz They don't even know Tupac first album was (The Game)Should I tell them Blood? (Kurupt)Naw, f**k em loc (The Game)Me amd Kurupt 3 weelin' on then Hundred spokes (Kurupt)Gas, Brake, Bounce and scrape (The Game)Run up in the 6,4 see the AK *bang* Like Easy *bang* Like Dre *bang* Like Snoop *bang* In LA *bang* Like Crips and Blood from that one? Where Bath and ape Hoodie get strip in a club? Like a bitch in a club, Watch em strip in a club You like ice creams, Get a banana split in a club No Jewelery, you cant wear shit in the club And that goes for every nigga and bitch in the club So you better take it off before you get in the club Game and Dogg Pound outside sittin' on dubs Remember that You got them funny ass colors on Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
Jamie Fox
I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. The Game She like black Bentley coupes, Black daytons, Black interior, Black ridin' shotgun, Black 4.5, Black Air Ones, Bangin' the Black Album, Track number 1, She like that Jay shit, That's her favorite, If it's gonna get me the pussy, I'ma play that shit, If she bite too hard, I'ma say that shit, But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit, Marques Houston I don't play that shit, By the time we got half way through watching Ray I hit, I layed her down, Beat it up, Let her go clean it up, Take a five minute nap wake up and eat it but, Then there's part two in the sauna, Feel like I'm f**kin' Mary J. 'cause she don't want no drama, I'd rather take your ass to the Bahamas And give you 30,000 and month like Diddy baby mama Jamie Fox I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. The Game Picture me thuggin', Picture me loving you like Bobby love Whitney, Now picture me f**kin', Pullin' your ponytail, Smackin' you on the ass, Tellin' you how I can take you all around the world, That nigga can't do it like this, Even Beyonce couldn't move it like this, She only f**k with soldiers, That's her shit, I hate to admit it But I love my bitch so much, I'm sittin' outside in the Benz, Thinking back to Dre's house when I f**ked her best friend, The pussy wasn't nothing, Now I'm dealin' with the diary of a mad black woman with Louis Vuitton luggage, She told me she was tired of The Game and rap, Quit like Mase then she came right back, I told you the bitch sex was whack, And you're all I need, Even Jamie know that Jamie Fox I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. The Game You know what they say, More money, More problems, More drama, Means more marijuana and less baby mama, You know I love you like I love my shoes, But even white Air Force Ones come in twos, Yeah I like her and I like you too, What's wrong, She my bitch and you my boo, She got a Range Rover sport, You got a Bentley coupe, She take my clothes to the cleaners, You take Harlem to school, I gave her your birthday bag so I made a mistake, And Oprah don't f**k with that no more anyway, I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through, But I ain't going nowhere, I got a kid with you, Why we always got to argue about Super Head's book, She suck my dick with a condom on after that I shook, And when she start talkin' about buying a ring, I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing Jamie Fox I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(Nas - Intro)
Y'all know what it is... The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it.. Can't hate us.... Fellas... (Nas - Verse 1) Vice behind me on the intersection, Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection, Dress superb, admired by conspirers, Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up, Child of the eighties, y'all niggas is lazy, Complain about labour pains, nigga show me the baby, And my nigga Game, light another L, pass the bottle, Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles, Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin', Witnessin' you rockin'(?) with Nas, confirmed my suspicion, Green fatigues on, My niggas I bleed for 'em, I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it, And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich, And still I don't abort 'em (?) when and if they sink quick, Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge, And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live... (Marsha- chours) (The Game) I don't talk about my guns, niggaa I just blaze.... (The Game - Verse 2) 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin', While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin', To every nigga listenin' I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening. And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole, Cam got shot inside his lambo', sample, life is a gamble, 15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo', Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle, I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game, Niggaa with an attitude from the cloth I came, Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain. Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted, I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it, Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it. Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, Nigga (Marsha- chours) (Verse 3) Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me, How you gon' pass the dutchie (?) to them niggas that don't love me, I'm talkin' niggas that never wanted to see me on top, Same niggas that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not, I'll f**k you rap niggas like virgins, Dre took my training wheels off his curtains. I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers, The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career, The ending of yours, the endin of his, Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz, Nigga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite line, Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines, And I still think about my nigga from time to time, Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind, But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin like that, He aint Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin off rap. One love. (8 Bars) I'll do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless. I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old though. (Marsha- chours) |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
Put your lighters up if you want to
Pull your muthafuckin dodger caps over your muthafuckin eyes Till you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt when I was in that muthafuckin coma Raised in the city of angels Where safe and danger switch lanes So strenger drive slow (drive slow) Where beggers and gangstas Fast women and dank are Just part of the face that we show We got mountains and ocean We move in slow motion Off that sticky that you all love to blow I swear ain't nothing better there that's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood Come to my hood (hood) Look at my block (block) that's that project building, yeah that's where I got shot (shot) Cause I was more hood than Suge Had more rocks than Jay More scars in my face than the original Scarface Or the homeboy Scarface Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta Deniro in casino he no gansta Wanna be, wanna see, wanna get a shovel, dig tookie up nigga Cause he know gangstas Niggas think cause they watch menace a couple times Seen Cuban boys in the hood and press rewind That you can survive when a real crip run upon your corner an flex the nine You must be out of your mind A real blood will put you out of your mind So stay the fuck up out of my hood Or my niggas take you up out of your shine It ain't a movie dogg Hell yeah it's a real fuckin uzi dogg I'm bout to hop inside my impala try to keep up, don't loose me ya'll Raised in the city of angels Where safe and danger switch lanes So stranger drive slow (drive slow) Where beggers and gangstas Fast women and dank are Just part of the face that we show We got mountains and ocean We move in slow motion Off that sticky that you all love to blow I swear ain't nothing better there that's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood I know the real O-Dog And that nigga know the real Game I call him the rinse tape And he never been in no gang But he been in my house (house) And he set on my couch (couch) While I put one in the air so yeah tat nigga know what I'm bout (bout) I'm bout my hood I'm bout my block I'm bout my chips So if the rat mony stop and I punch a clock Catch you slippin at a light get out yo shit We jack niggas, out of towners And rap niggas, and ball players Cause we ball player We chop it up with them trap niggas We outkast, we big boys Ludacris with them big toys Where I'm from there's only two things standing on the corner Me and that liquor store Look what the bloods did to Weezy Look what the crips did to Jeezy This gangbanger shit ain't nothing to play with Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy Raised in the city of angels Where safe and danger switch lanes So strenger drive slow (drive slow) Where beggers and gangstas Fast women and dank are Just part of the face that we show We got mountains and ocean We move in slow motion Off that sticky that you all love to blow I swear ain't nothing better there that's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood you niggas got this L.A shit real fucked up man Niggas better start respecting what the fuck we about man We take niggas the fuck out, this shit ain't no movie dawg This shit is real crips, bloods, essays It holds you down, this is L.A Wrote the shit on my face ,put a mutafuckin star behind What the fuck I am .. starface! |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
California ain't a state it's an army
[Verse 1:] One motherfucker in the projects killin The same motherfucker that'll burn down the village With a chronic blunt full of that you know who gon Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two-door Sub whoofers in the trunk kickin that lethal injection A hood nigga lost with no direction So we bought a blacksmith in western strapped on his vest and that's his protection At the intersection waitin on arrival cause in the city of angels it's all about survival Fuck the 5-0 they wanna see you D.O.A welcome to L.A. Where the ghetto birds flying over my aunties and my cousin house Tell me what they buzzin bout the lil homie got smoked on the corner And now his momma cryin dead in california [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Verse 2:] Jumped in my impala took a trip to the swap meet To scoop up ego trippin and a white t Cause some niggas in my old hood don't like me Time to put they ass in check like my nikes Shoulda hit my nigga mack 10 on the chirp All I need is me and my bitch if you scared go to church Cause them california niggas crack heads for the turf And life ain't nothin but tech nines and dirt Dippin through the jungles my escalade hit a dip fuck Here come the gorillas in the mist And they dressed like ice cube was in 96' Stone cold jerry curls not one drip I'll sleep with the worms 'fore I swim with the fish And I'll ride with my niggas 'fore I roll with a bitch If it don't make dollars it don't make sense And I almost got shot cause I could'nthit a fence [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Verse 3:] Call the U.S. government and tell em it's a motherfuckin code red Niggas try to straight up jack me now they both dead Third lil nigga got away on his moped Caught him round the corner put the beam on his forehead Jumped in the impala then smashed through the light Without him one time in sight so I bust a right Oh century headed to the L.A.X where ain't nothin but fly bitches and jets In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked [? ] nigga in a 600 throwin up the set He must don't know I got the 40 on deck and the tech Tryna be [? ] time to flex it's the third time this shit happened to me all day Guess it's time to add another dead body to the doorway So I turned down my spice one tape and hit the switch Emptied the whole clip in his fuckin face [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Both:] California ain't a state it's a army |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Sit my alligator jacket on the floor Let that shit crawl around, what up Game? How are you my nigga? Let's get this money, you heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells My killas gorillas, nigga’s couldn't see 'em with gazelles Fronting ass nigga’s, go hang with Pharrell Trying to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell Owens, call it T.O., he leakin’ like a project sink Busted open like a hot dog link Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my ink pen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect) Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word?) I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!" You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin’ O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryin’a blow me? (back up) This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm (Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin‘ ones) Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ' (Big sharks) Me too (swimmin’ in a pile of ones) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah nigga, tomorrow man Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga In the Bronx [Raekwon (The Game)] This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms) Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin’ warm) (Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaze-on) I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah, frontin’ on us nigga, it's like It's like racing a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt [Raekwon] I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin’ Keep it movin’ homeboy, the mac's always actin’ Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land It's like actions, cliques 'll die right with traction It's Wall Street money and two gunny's Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy Blow your head off like lunch meat Chef in the game run the country Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin’ Fuck with their paper their gun squeezin’ Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season [Interlude: Raekwon] Yo, man yo Game man Let these nigga’s know man for real man We official man They wan' be readin’ our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] (Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten? I'd be King Kong knocking down the buildings in Manhattan (Guerilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit My style's smoking like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here The Benjamin’s won't stop, and neither would a chrome glock I kill a fire-breathing dragon with a dome shot Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks We had a meeting before we got here, and shit gon' pop Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill Fitted caps getting’ peeled like the chrome on the wheels Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal I declare war, nigga who gon' deal? [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, y'all know what time it is man "Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real Many may read this man A lot of nigga’s might not make it home, you heard? We speak for the real ones man, for the church men man All them real general nigga’s man All them nigga’s that's out there man Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real The Chef nigga, Game what up baby? I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin’ world man Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ed my nigga We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, know what I’m sayin’? Sip on some motherfucking, Don Julio or some'n, ya know what I’m sayin’? With two foul rings on, ya know what I’m sayin’? Couple of mean Guatemalans’ wit’ us Half Guatemala, half Somalia nigga Nigga’s ain't seen them colors man [fades out] |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
Punk ass motherfucka!
Bitch ass nigga! What were you gonna do? Kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga? Tupac, Biggie shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs, they barking shit... Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me! Fuck you nigga! Lil Wayne And I'm grindin' until I'm tired Cause they say you ain't grindin' until you die So I'm grinding with my eyes wide Looking to find, A way through the day A life for the night Dear lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life (my life) Like what the hell am I doing right? The Game Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary. Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley. Take me away... Like I overdosed on cocaine, Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain. Suicide, I'm from a windy city Like Do or Die. From a block close to where Biggie was crucified. That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no fucking reason. And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces. (My life!) Cause that's Jesus people, and Game he's the equal. Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel. Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Sigel. Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle. (My life!) I need some meditation, so I can lead my people. They askin' why? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles? And why every hood nigga feed off evil? Answer my question, 'fore this bullet leave this desert eagle. Lil Wayne And I'm grindin' until I'm tired And you ain't grindin' until you die So I'm grinding with my eyes wide Looking to find, A way through the day A life for the night Dear lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life (my life) Like what the hell am I doing right? The Game We are not the same, I am a Martian. So approach my Phantom doors with caution. You see them 24's spinnin' I earned 'em. I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste now And fuck Jesse Jackson 'cause it ain't about race now. Sometimes I think about my life with my face down. Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile. Damn I know his mama proud, And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now. And like MJB, no more drama now. Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground. I spit crack, and niggas could drive it outta town. Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds. My life used to be empty, like a glock without a round. Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds. Lil Wayne And I'm grindin' until I'm tired And you ain't grindin' until you die So I'm grinding with my eyes wide Looking to find, A way through the day A life for the night Dear lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life (my life) Like what the hell am I doing right? The Game Walked through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front, With the high beams on. Me and the devil sharing chronic blunts. Listening to The Chronic album, playin' backwards. Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice. My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood. I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge Made my grandmother pray for good It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could. Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood. They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood. But it's real niggas like me that make the hood. Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should. With the top back, and my Sox hat. I'm Paid in Full, the nigga Alvo couldn't stop that. Even if they brought the nigga Pac back, I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back. Lil Wayne And I'm grindin' until I'm tired And you ain't grindin' until you die So I'm grinding with my eyes wide Looking to find, A way through the day A life for the night Dear, you done took so many of my people I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life (my life) Like what the hell am I doing right? My Life (my life, my life, my life) My Life (my life, my life, my life) My Life (my life, my life, my life) My Life (my life, my life, my life) |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
Money... For the Money [x2]
[Verse 1:] Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04 But I grew up around impalas and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like mount rushmore Fuck the police they hop out and bust doors I ain't goin back to jail nigga that what I flush for My money or my glock who do I trust more? I don't know it's probably the one that I touch more Guess it's the green cause paper motivate niggas And my rolex races cause it hate niggas I use to only sell 8s like that laker nigga Now I'm movin 24s like I play at the staples center You might miss the game so nigga don't blink My phantom stand out like Frank Lucas mink So go ahead and think like Frank Lucas think Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin kitchen sink about [Chorus:] (Money) Dead presidents, Big paper (For the Money) Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get (Money) My Bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south to new york the bullets fly for the (Money) Don't stop gettin (Money) It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that (Money) [Verse 2:] Yeah Yeah I get it that baby and slim cash money All the jewlery on your whole crew that's my tax money That pablo escabar crack money That Lebron first nike contract money That make it rain all my niggas throw a stack money Stack it to the ceiling then call it shaq money That walk in the club, straight to the back money Flavor of love delicious sittin on my lap money That rat money niggas get clapped money Air force ones don't bend when I track money Ooh I'm rich like [? ] Havin Alpo nightmares whippin that border Like McDonald's I was flippin' them orders In that '02 Porsche truck weavin through borders I was through flippin' quarters When I made my first mil I'm about a dollar 50 cent ain't real [Chorus:] (Money) Dead presidents, Big paper (For the Money) Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get (Money) My Bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south to new york the bullets fly for the (Money) Don't stop gettin (Money) It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that (Money) [Verse 3:] Ooh Somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases Order that patron tell em we want 3 cases Fuck a black card you see these green faces Look at my chest... now you've seen Vegas Treat my money like the cristal that we wastin Cause I'm a money machine I can re-make it You a fool thinkin that Freddy can see Jason I been iced out like who the fuck need Jacob The doc told me to be patient but I walked Money like the white howard next time he a free agent I'm tryna make enough money so I can feed Asia Have asains in the kitchen cookin in louis v aprons Word to martha stewart if I can park a buick Then I can flip a breech truck I got the heart to do it Ball like the nigga tony parker do it Speak no englis but dinero I talk it fluent [Chorus:] (Money) Dead presidents, Big paper (For the Money) Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get (Money) My Bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south to new york the bullets fly for the (Money) Don't stop gettin (Money) It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that (Money) Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy Get Get Get Get Get Get Yea! |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
[Chorus]
California sunshine, in the summer time (4x) Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux, Most recent was 50 in Angola, that's what's up, Any rapper could touched, any bitch could get fucked, Under the California sun, impalas and big trucks, They say Suge got knocked out, but don't play that nigga cheap, Cuz you're body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach, Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't shit buzzin but my liquor, Cali chickens got to the 80's strip and come back a little thicker, With more ass then Delicious, that's my Flavor of Love, We make it rain like Rainman, when he play with the glove, I'm the king to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas, Playin in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas, We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggas, Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggas, We drink Kool Aid with the ice on your arm nigga, Take that Champion hoody off in the California sunshine [Chorus] I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard, We can't find Biggies' killers so we gave Diddy a star, And I'm by far, Hollywood boulevard, but I'm from a boulevard that tought ya'll to shoot out of moving cars, Remember, New Jersey driver's like a East Coast menace, And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it, Give me a New York minute, to show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New York pennants, Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted, I duck shots where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis, And they never came back, like throwin a boomerang flat, See me, I'm posted like a Cincinatti pitcher in the same hat, It's like a scene from a movie, when the screen fade black, Niggas roll up on you, Now you stuck in that Harold and Cane trap, If you slippin in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched, I know some niggas that know some niggas, Ill get your chain back. [Chorus] Niggas already know who had the marijuana first, We birthed haze and sour diesel, I was there when the water burst, Hell nah we don't surf, We half way go to church, Tell you the truth, shiit, right now I'm in the fuckin hearse, And it ain't my night to get buried in the dirt But it is your day to get buried by a verse, It'll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here, Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I'm in there, Hotter then the beginning of my career with 50, Dre and Em there, Top off the Murcialago like Victoria's Secret swim swear, So listen, I'm so sincere, bout to work out like gym wear, Murder MTV's top ten, and tat my face with 10 tears, That's 10 funerals, 10 caskets, 10 3-piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic, And 10 reasons why I got California hotter than acid, Don't you ever, ever leave me out of the top 10 you fuckin' bastards Blaow. [Chorus] |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
[The Game]
You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass wheels, You see I be playing with them cars, I'm like a big ass kid, Crazy with that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers, I'll show you how to pop revolvers, Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes, That lambo? That ain't shit, just a public disguise, And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane, And I be driving all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (bright), As them Las Vegas lights, it be the same in California when I'm riding at night, In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway, Having meetings all day, baby my future is (bright) As Lebron's, take off on anybody Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any party, Yeah, making it rain, ain't got shit on me. The way I ball, the fuckin owner should come sit on me. Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio it's a rap. [Ludacris] [Talking] Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA! What up Game? Fresh out huh? Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda, Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger, My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas, And I'll superman, yuuuh, that ass like Lex Luther, Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya maker, My dick's the Staples Center, I'll take you to see the Lakers, Swoosh! On that Cali kush, smoking like a muffler, So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia, Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin, Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin' abortions, I ain't havin it, see em in the dead zone, Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones, Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal, My verses are hot as shit like I recorded with the devil, I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator, And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator, like Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn on the radio, it's a rap. [The Game] See I'm come from the bottom and they call me The Game, But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name, I took that Dr Dre money and I bought me chain, Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range, Then I bought me a pussy, then I bought me some brains, But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne, See both of them niggas spit, but yall act like you don't hear me spit, Like sellin' 7 million records ain't the shit, I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta, And poppin crystal with Irv don't make me a wanksta, See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder rise, Readin my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye, So I'mma break it down for them niggas in the South, Slow it down but this Rolls Phatom grill in my mouth, Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house, P Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talking about, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio it's a rap. |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
(hard liquor)
Dre you must've been of the hennessy when he did this my Nigga (hard liquor) (hard liquor) (Is there anymore (hard liquor)) (make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah) (Verse 1) You know me I turn them 40 bottles upside down Like niggaz with dead homies till it's empty like my 4 pound. Niggaz thinkin I'm drunk Reach 4 my N.W.A chain and get ur ass beat wit da pump. Tell security it's Game plus 50 And he probably gets fucked up every night like Bobby did Whitney. Fuck poppin crystal I got a bottle of henny Me and my nine stay together like Hardaway and lil'Penny I ain't here so u can ask about Em or Dre I came to see some bitches shake their ass like Beyonc. So let me be hov' 4 a minute Get up in your hoe 4 a minute And u could be my hoe 4 a minute. Like I'm Diddy Be J-Lo 4 a minute From the windows to the wall gettin low while I'm in it. All I gotta do is hit em with a Jay-Z line Like u deserve to be my sunshine. (chorus - J Love) See her on the Floor She's sexy Tell her where the af- Ter party is But make sure that you see her friends before, Before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh (Verse 2) I'll spend a hundred dollars take a bitch to the hyatt, Then treat her like Busta like her ass on fire. I'm a gangsta mah, I wanna see you wiggle your butt cheeks both hands round your ankles mah. All I wanna see is ass and titties. Shake it like they do in magic city With T.I. in that mothafucka, I'm like fifty [?PI?] in'this motha fucka. You the them gold D's on that Porsche Truck I show you how gangstas fuck My 45 to the back of your weak Both of your arms in handcuffs Take a bottle of Cisco to the head See how you like getting fucked with a pistol to ya head. Tell ya girls I fucked your brains out, We can do a manage-a-trois, pull the whips and chains out I tear that frame out I ain't no stunt man I pull that range out "BITCH" (chorus - Jay Love) See her on the Floor She's sexy Tell her where the af- Ter party is But make sure that you see her friends before, Before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh (Verse 3) I got 40's like the liquor store, Pour it on your weave like that bitch in the g-thang video. You look wet, let me help you out your Von Dutch's Know you used to niggas spinning but tonight i'm fucking, The truck stop, the rims spin, I know they hate me fuck em. It's killa cally nigga haters come a dime a dozen Load em shells then i get drunk pissy, This bottle of Hennessy got me wanting to fuck Missy. I'm a gangsta I can turn that bitch out, Play with her pussy then drop extasy in her crystal, 60 seconds later I'm kicking that bitch out. Then ride down the show with the 4-5th out Stop at the store That bitch emptied my Cris out Give me 50 feet or I'll empty this clip out. Niggas wanna know what this LA shit 'bout Just visit when the Bloods and Crips' out (Is there anymore any more (hard liquor) (make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice On ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah) |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
(Man)
Dodge This Verse 1 (The Game): Catch me if you can im in those old school barkley's.. back to the fence..puffin on that Bob Marley.. flow like a regeno..nigga u already know.. my competition stiffer than Ronald Regan..let it go.. For you be a mother-fuckin vegetable... You scrap niggas too animated like the Incredibles.. Let this beef go around like the 26's.. Its young Game of Flame..welcome to the House of Pain... Nigga what about the game?.. Keep on playin boy.. I'll hop of this fuckin Range... Look..I aint even ask for his fuckin chain.. but he took it off like Vanessa-Del-Rio... Now im on my way to ""Reo"".. After i see i my PO.. She cool..she a Leo.. she aint trippen off the WEED smoke.. So ima blow it like the Patriots And throw my dove up..Cuz Dr.Dre made me Rich... Chorus - The Game & Traci Nelson [The Game] Where you from?.....California What city?.....Compton What you drive?....Impala What you smokin on?..Chronic What you drinkin on?..Patrone Waht you sitten on?....The Trone Relax..make yourself at home.. [Traci Nelson] Welcome to Compton... Welcome to Compton... Welcome to Compton... Welcome to Compton... Verse 2 (The Game): i wrote the block off, i talk dat shyt.. size 12 bo-jacksons cuz i walk dat shyt.. Dere on Compton Blvd..thats where i walk my pits.. Biggie & Tupac..and they bark like this.(dogs barking)... As i spark my splif.. I see the corner..puttin chalk around the snitch... We be shootin like free throws..flying them desert Eagles... Sell dope to the pope...while we eatin' chilli freetos.. From a gangbanger..to a CEO.. everything i do is big like the nigga Ceaser-leo.. Wont stop till im dead... aint gotta watch for the feds.. they aint watchin me so here's a dome shot to the head.. As i take a patrone shot to the head.. and reminise about the shit the DOC said.. ""Get money..Get cars..get mine..get yours.. and keep your head up..like the Lambo doors"".. Chorus Verse 3 [Game]: ........Guess its time to break the number 9 Jordan's in... Make a nigga made..when they been tryna floor the benz.. Im doin 160 in the fast lane.. Scott Storch.. in his Bogadi..couldnt pass game.. I got it made like my last name.. Im gone..juss like my After-math Chain.. Dont make me take you back to '96... leanin on that dostin..on the corner..eatin catfish.. The Game..Da-Da-Da-Game..spit dat shit.. Im controversial..like the Afro-pic with the Black fist.. Jus ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss... Im reckless..and i aint never crash wips.. My pops wasnt around..so this bastard.. bleed california from the cradle to the Casket... and i wont stop ridin for my coast.. niggas keep talkin bout my bread...we gonna make toast.. Chorus |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
(The Game)
see bitchez be wantin a thug and the ladies be wantin a gentleman if you don't wanna fuck wit a thug I sugguest you ride wit Ne-Yo (Chorus: Ne-Yo) this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off then please be off (Verse One: The Game) fuck this old nigga whistlin fo outside my door apartment 5B while I learn to cook my first ounce of raw use 2 whistle while I work she whistle while she twirk bitch bounce that ass while you roll that blunt it can't hurt while you wet come out of that skirt bend over make it squirt you can be my Superhead maybe we should try that first let me whistle while you jerk run my hand up ya shirt if you wit it say you wit it let me hear my birdies churp (we like it!) bitch talkin spanish* backshots make a bitch go bezerk the game will make it hurt T-Pain know ima flirt (and we love it!) get ya ass up and fuck me then I know you brought your girls girl fuck ya friendz matter of fact I wanna fuck ya friends nah I aint mean it like dat, shit (Chorus: Ne-Yo + (The Game) this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off this sex appeal (can't be bought) it's not a skill (and can't be taught) this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off (go head bitch be off) (Verse 2: Ne-Yo) there's the door swags a standard no less no more if u have none let nezy know cuz thatz all they checkin fo flashin paper player stop it swag is in you not in ya pocket try to buy aint gone fly cuz she want smooth gentleman life she likes the way that everything I do it so fresh and so clean my tone is free no need to scream ?? (Chorus: Ne-Yo + (The Game) this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off this sex appeal (can't be bought) it's not a skill (and can't be taught) this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off (go head bitch be off) (Verse 3: The Game) can't be about C-notes she know my pockets deep enough to see a deepthroat but she won't see a dividend like 3 times ? and thatz triple X rated cha know my bitchez only want the weed some X and some blow know not ask for the keys or no extra dough I give em dick no dough she give me shit she go all she got waz a baby and a Game logo that waz then this is now lift it up break it down I go in she come out thatz when the pussy make the sound it will never be the same everytime when you fuck wit Game silk sheets long dick hot tub Lil Wayne like I aint never ran from no pussy and I damn sure bout to pick a day to start runnin I said I aint never ran from no pussy and I damn sure bout pick a day to start runnin (Chorus: Neyo) this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off this sex appeal can't be bought it's not a skill can't be taught this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off then please be off |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
Yo i'm hopin out the phantom with an iced out madalion
stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms my dominican chick lookin like scarface sister red and curly n she wake me up early cause hustlers hit the block when police change shifts new york California different toilet same shit and Brooklyn i rock timberlands still toast cinnamon been gangster way before he dropped many men liquour in my system, voice raspy who i sound like? dont ask me thats my nigga whos classy and in my tada jada our styles superior to haters you can catch me in the latest maron gaters ralph lauren suit tape it up fly cause im papered up why these niggas keep hating on my phantom i be out in atlanta and body tapping im probably strapped toast it up niggas all my hoods on the real dark side of the track no sunny skys just really black we live real down here lord let us live no playing around here lord let us live dont hate my hood just hate my shine we coming out we on our grind we live real down here lord let us live we coming outta here lord let us live now who the fuck want war with the human gun store gangsta rap is where i live just knock on the front door niggas stunt more than jackie chan what the fuck them faggots saying nothing when i walk in the club with the gat in hand take em back to '94 shooing out a astra van banging was the blueprint money was the master plan duffel bank full of grants and franklins ride niggas take they money shoot straight to the bank then head to the barbershop to get chopped up hearing war stories who dead and who locked up who snitching, who pitching and who knocked up fuck niggas in black wall street i trust black hoodies and black asics standing on the pavement hustlers dont sleep nigga we work the grave shift fuck that long money nigga get paid quick and dont save shit all my hoods on the real dark side of the track no sunny skys just really black we live real down here lord let us live no playing around here lord let us live dont hate my hood just hate my shine we coming out we on our grind we live real down here lord let us live we coming outta here lord let us live lord knows that money dont matter lord knows that status is better lord knows about the hood i live in hes taking away but hes giving now dont give me these cars dont give me these mitches dont hate me just let me ride lord just give me light i dont hate mob deep or m.o.b that was a phase i was caught up in a beef like a rat in a maze and my legacy will never be that of a hater lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers its the return of ghandi criminal mind is sitting behind me put it on my face to remind me of all the shit i been through my physical prints my pen too nice my first album sent you life i should of put down the mic when rakim left dre no cleanup hitter so i was stranded on second base i had to steal third motherfucker thats my word theres some queens niggas tryna put me back on the curb i was ultimate warrior to you bully ass niggas i will come through the hood with the fully axe niggas like snoop or suge im in the coop im good motherfuckers make way all my hoods on the real dark side of the track no sunny skys just really black we live real down here lord let us live no playing around here lord let us live dont hate my hood just hate my shine we coming out we on our grind we live real down here lord let us live we coming outta here lord let us live |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn)
When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (The Game) kick the Roberto Cavall's off and lets talk-sex let me whisper in your ear how you like your-sex should i unzip your-dress step on out girl and tell me whats next do you love me- YES do you want me- YES then let me wipe the oil all on your- flesh take you out of them Vickys make you forget about your- ex let me spray this wipe cream on your- chest i go downtown you go downtown- next unstrap my bulletproof- vest take two steps back and just-flex and by now you got to be- wet like the ocean after the sun- sets its over climb up on my- chest i wore that ass out girl just- rest Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (Raheem DaVaughn) When i step up in the club you know its going down in here tonight Put that Belvedere on ice let me know how you feel girl is it real girl just make sure you understand when i put this in your hand its so real so real Candy rain drippin down your window close the curtains and take off your cloths i'll make you say 00o0oo o0o0o o0o0o Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (The Game) there she goes again talking all that- trash girl stop playing i tapped that- ass we can go real slow or do it-fast just like i thought you ran out of- gas and girl you like the new s-class everytime i look at you i wanna- smash get inside you ??? you drive me crazy girl i can just- crash jump in your pool and- splash then slow it down like an hour- glass turn around girl look at that- ass beautiful as an Eli Manning-Pass round twolets roll some grass get high, think about it then- Laugh i wanna turn you on let me pop your- tags you so fly i wanna check your- bags Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
ange.. angel.. ange.. angel)
Verse 1 - Common I spent my day so, first I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful faitful walks I take in the woods, thinkin whats good, things that I cant change I should things I cant, need to be understood th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from the hood for a second at least, I'm ressurectin the peace pipes the Indians used to like, we called it chief, right stepping on the leafs right, to reach heights th-th-th-that I never seen, its so so evergreen some use it for medicine, or to write better things I was in amsterdam, man, bike pedaling to the nature spot, to taste the flavors they got my eyes drop, I like it alot.. yeah, an angel Chorus I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm riding with my (angel) going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels) oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel) she takes me high, she will always be my (angel) Verse 2 - The Game th-the way that I rhyme, loc, is mine like the first time you heard Mary J and you were standing in line to purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind and I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago zen and like Chicago winds, I was once a street disciple rockin every jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael that made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I wanted to die prolly cuz the angel dust was fuckin with my third eye so I start hip hop and I understand why Common used to love her she got me open so I even had, had but I used the rubber, cuz she was married to Rakim so I bought me a gold chain, pretendin that I was him so I can get close to the girl I loved the most but she left Cali and went on tour with Ne-Yo and Ghost Big gave her one more chance, and she took Big down I should've knew it, shot G, and 'Pac told ya she get around (chorus) Verse 3 - The Game (fly away, fly away) my love for her's not about jewelry or cars I love her cuz she love me, just for who I are who I is, who I am, resembles the rims on the Lam' I shine like Shyne when Barington Levy was sayin Diddly Whoa! I got love for the streets, peace to New York and every hood in the East before I was ducking cops, gunshots, I used to be an LA Dodger, now I'm a (angel) from the city of lost souls, Impalas and polished gold between the car, and the rims, we got alot of chrome your hood not alone, they knockin, we not at home and when they bust in, we not Cesar, but got it wrong cuz they tryna wire phones, I'm talkin Verizon phones the ones they put wires on, they got us on tap but I put wires on, my Bentley, in fact I spit it through the wires on a Kanye track (chorus) Outro - Common yeah, it's The Game and Common spread your wings, follow your dreams things will be so serene, L-A and the Chi as a team yeah, angel supreme, yeah, keep on yeah, its for the world boy, we do it forever, yeah |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
(Verse 1)
Picture me rollin in that bmdub Headed to the club fresh out the tyson fight beamer all rimmed up shinin with the big homie five car caravan ridin shotgun put that chronic smoke in the air me against the world is what i told my foes so its me against the world til i poke them hos leanin out the window flickin ashes off the indo throwin up westside i see one of my kinfolk put that blunt closer to my mouth cause only she knows im feelin bad about that nigga we stomped out in the casino but fuck it its deathrow the big homie never told me that my next blow would be my fuckin death blow tell kadada im not ready i aint even let my momma know i aint got no kids im only 24 before i could let the smoke out niggas let 20 go the 13 that hit the car went through the passenger door (Chorus) Latoya Williams never can say goodbye never can say goodbye to my friends (X4) (Verse 2) i love it when they call me big poppa i only smoke blunts if they rolled propa look i gots ta catch the first thing smokin the cali and hit one of my bitches in the valley gotta call my nigga sean tell him reserve the don tell him to get the chron and the teflon i think they trippin off the homie gettin shot but god bless his soul lord knows it wasnt pop or the mafia kim tell cease get the fuckin truck we bout to hit the Wolersheim district get fucked up pop bad bottles son twist up the phillies im thinkin bout tiana these niggas is lookin silly if this was brooklyn i would ump the 9 milli but fuck it we to the truck roll a dutch we outta phillies hop in the front seat of that dark green suburban heard another car swerven gun shots closed my curtains Biggie (Chorus) Latoya Williams never can say goodbye never can say goodbye to my friends (X4) (Verse 3) layin in this hospital bed with bronchitus i cant talk walked myself in and all of a sudden i cant walk ivs in my arm my wife tomika at my legs ruthless i mean records we got married on my death bed i can hear jerry heller in the hall but i couldnt cube and dr. dre no more at all through all the bullshit them niggas were my dogs niggas wit atitude spray painted on the walls im flatlinin its bad timin straight outta compton the king of gangsta raps dyin cause of death the aids virus conspiricy i guess the government just hates violence they thought my group influenced the L.A. riots woulda been here to see my kids grow if i stayed quiet took 12 years for a real nigga to break silence easy i had to let em know u could catch me cruisin down the street in my 64 (Chorus) Latoya Williams never can say goodbye never can say goodbye to my friends (X4) |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
Verse 1
Yeah... Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot, Black Air Force 2's and the White Sox... Fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead. Yeah, it's the new king of everything, And bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring. Maybe it's how I pour that Patron, Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne. Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone, And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone. And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone, Before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home". Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback, F**k a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat. Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that, The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack. Chorus The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. Yeah? The Dope Boys in the building. Verse 2 You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck. I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on. Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on. The same shit that Ludacris is on. Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones. Yeah, count that work like a paycheck, Niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck. A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet. That's how you get f**ked, I practice safe sex, And I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue, Lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung. Show her my inner-condom and have her sprung, And put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!! Chorus What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Chi-Town What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Dope Boys. MIA what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? Verse 3 So roll that coke white carpet to the hood. It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly, White tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies. I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die. Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky. And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap, Niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back! That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas, From Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem. And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'. So stop the music when the Champagne pouring. And hold the glasses high, And when a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em... Chorus The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga what's up? The Dope Boys. Motherf**ker what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys. It's a wrap! The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Yeah, what's up? What's up? Hahaha, yeah, The King is back! |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 1: The Game] I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday Let the top down, California's my birthplace So I'ma take you there like B.I.G took niggaz to New York "Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York And that's real shit blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks? My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down I've been around Hip Hop since '85 She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive I used to think LL stood for Love LA He from Queens, how the f**k he put that with Cool J? Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 2] Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boombox, had to say Yoday was a good day, had the hood buzzin' Ice Cube my favorite rapper, y'all niggaz can't tell me nothin' Everybody's first bootleg was Boyz 'n the Hood Whoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hood When the cars ride by with the boomin' system Two door Mustang and the roof was missing Every girl at ya school had the new extensions Even gangstaz was dancin' like New Edition 'cause the house parties stayed rockin' all night Niggas came through and shot it up but it was alright 'cause after the cops left, it was a party then You down with OPP, then bring Naughty in They say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni lied Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 3] Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money In the back, I relax with all the hunnies DJ bring it back, let it go Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say WHOA! Every thing full circle, Game livin' major Girls on my hip like a Skytel pager Now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop Throw ya hands in the sky 'cause The Game don't stop Just a little more change, gotta Benz and the Range Every rap metaphor always ends in my name: The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout Big Daddy Kane Don't know him, Game gonna show 'em Just like they showed me, my lyrics is O.G When it's all said and done, you niggas gon' quote me [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Outro: Keyshia Cole] See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me) I'm givin' homage (to you) |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
Second floor of my hotel
Im rollin' up bout' to blaze It's on now To this Frankie Beverly and Mase As our days about to pass And our days in the past He said my mind free So my mind free at last So much that I dont even drink from a glass I'd rather find the first fountain I can And do it fast Didn't understand the dream of a king I do the math Coincidentally on ya birthdays I ditched the Class Cause the younger me, dumber me Was chasin the cash Chasin the ass Lowlife with his face in the grass Ridin home from school In front of the bus Not even thinkin bout how Rosa Parks done it for us How she stayed behind bars And she done it for us And she stayed behind bars Till she won it for us Sometimes I wanna give up Or at least take a break Thats when I close my eyes And see Coretta Scott's face. (x2) Word up Game Standin at the Pu Panoramic view of the seating Greeting I've been meanin To do me some letter readin To the king, he forever breathin Your message is never leavin Some of your homies, fonies I shu said it when I seen em Some sleezy bastards Greedy pastors Should never be alowed to be In Ebanezer Baptist Church In Atlanta So people be patient I know theres ghetto grammar But I'm a street dude Normally I just speak rude Martin Luther The model of truth But hate killed em Nobel peace prize winner They duplicate the feelin As a kid, I aint relate really I sell your dream speak jokely Till your world awoken me First I thought you was passive Soft one to ass kiss I was young But honest, I was feelin Muhammed I aint even know the strip You had to have the march You were more than talk The first real Bravehart We miss you. The word NIGGER Is nothin like nigga Dont sound shit like Like game like Jigga One came before the other Like aim and pull the trigga Wanna slang for my brotha Wanna hang and take his picture The rope aint tight enough He still alive, go fix it Pour some gasoline on em Call his daughters Black Bitches Make em pick cotton While his momma cleanin up the kitchen Same cotton in white tees Thats the cotton they was pickin If Dr. King marched today would Bill Gates march? I know Obama would But would Hillary take part? Great minds think great thoughts The pictures I paint Make the Mona Lisa look like fake art I feel the pain of Nelson Mandella Because when it rains, it pours I need Rihanna's umbrella For Coretta Scott's tear drops When she got the phone call that The future just took a fuckin headshot I wonder why Jesse Jackson didnt catch em Before his body drop Would he give me the answer Probly Not. cut to DMX. |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
Father you give us power to speak the word fatherYou sayWe have but to ask with a sincere heart and it will beSo we thank you for this spoken word fatherYou say that when one or more come together in your name your presents will be feltSo we now only ask to feel your presents we need to feel your presents fatherWe thank you for the blessings you have given us this dayThings that people don?t even realize that are blessingsThe food you have given us to eatThe cars you have given us to driveThe cloths you have given us to wearThe money you have given us to spend
The lives you have allowed us to touchAnd the lives that have touched our own We thank you for all these things father in the name of jesusWe thank you again for the power of the spoken wordI pray that by the end of this day this word which is your word coming through my mouthWill touch someoneAnd save someone?s lifeIn jesus mighty name I prayAmen amen |
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from The Game - Dope Boys [single] (2008)
Verse 1
------ Yeah....Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot, black Air Force 2's and the White Sox... fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead. Yeah, it's the new king of everything, and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring. Maybe it's how I pour that Patron, maybe it's how I smell of Paris Hilton Cologne. Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone, and I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone. And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone, before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home". Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback, f**k a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at. Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that, the world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack. Chorus ------ The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. Yeah? The Dope Boys in the building. Verse 2 ------ You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck. I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on. Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on. The same shit that Ludacris is on. Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones. Yeah, count that work like a paycheck, niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck. A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet. That's how you get f**ked, I practice safe sex, and I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue, lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung. Show her my anaconda and have her sprung, and put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!! Chorus ------ What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Chi-Town What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Dope Boys. MIA what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? Verse 3 ------ So roll that coke white carpet to the hood. It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly, white tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies. I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die. Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky. And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap, niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back! That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas, from Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem. And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'. So stop the music when the Champagne pouring. And hold the glasses high, and when a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em... Chorus ------ The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga what's up? The Dope Boys. Motherf**ker what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys. It's a wrap! The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Yeah, what's up? What's up? Hahaha, yeah, The King is back! |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you? I'm the type to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply cause I'm mad at you (The Game) Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyin that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin like the streets is mine Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined If there's beef, I'm releasin mine And I won't stop bustin 'til them Escalade seats recline The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast I return shots like Arthur Ashe You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies Fuck bein sorry, it ain't nuttin but a gangsta party And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him And the Game ain't tryin to win, fuck the awards So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga (Chorus) (The Game) Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap that'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster But that don't stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through Droppin all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin, one in the changer One when I push the button's right next to the cupholder Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains And the coroner's real good with that pickup A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line (Chorus) (The Game) Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome If I die then I'm leavin a clone; but if I live through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big When I'm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block And when I'm loadin up them clips, I listen to 'Pac A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it (Chorus) |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(feat. Get Low Playaz & Young Noble)
[21 seconds of ad libs to open] [Chorus: repeat 2X] Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke We came a long way but still we got so far to go [Verse One] Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin me And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly Politickin economy, if I could be a made nigga Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field Deep with the skills for the bills I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill I bring the thrill like Will Clark I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth I serve the thunder, that shit that'll brang in the roof [Verse Two] My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up I got no time for that fake shit Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick So nigga basically the world is a ghetto Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me There's nothin you can do to me My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets [Chorus] [Verse Three: The Game] Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas You can't ball then it's probably the haters Can't breathe then it's probably the desert, if you a gangster or not I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot And every nigga gon' cry when he hit The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know If they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this The Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6 Fuck you up like one time'll do And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it [Verse Four] It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line Feelin like I'm runnin out of time It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get better These streets got me hungry as ever Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain To bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle Organize the brains and muscle [Chorus] [Verse Five] You {?} like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels In the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage 'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin Niggaz'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my credibility |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(feat. Blue Chip)
(Intro/Chorus - sample) -- Don't cry (5X) don't.. -- Don't cry (5X) don't.. (The Game) Amayah wake up baby I know you're sleepin, but daddy's home now Pictures gettin old, my lil' girl lookin grown now Your moms said you're talkin on your own, walkin on your own now Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin Smilin at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin God how can somethin so beautiful come from me? After the gunshots thought you was done with me But I know I'm livin now, why you made me put the guns down Pick up the mic, start rappin for a living now My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth My wind, my fire, my life, my bay-bay Tryin to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin and fightin I know she love me cause ya look just like me Day you came into this world I was so excited Eleven twenty-one double-zero, my baby girl is here (Chorus) (Blue Chip) Yo, yo, you see this rap shit I do it for you And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true Got a son now, cuttin the game, stoppin the bullshit Remember eyein your enemy, can you pull quick Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son my girl moms and I moved out Maui Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wild went hard Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga Takin your black ass to court for all you have nigga You see me and your moms, that's another topic Ain't no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it Stop it, press rewind, you didn't hear me right It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin to steer you right Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home Never sing that sad song, don't cry (Chorus) (The Game) Huh daddy ain't gon' preach to you, I'ma let your moms school you Don't let the streets fool you, streets'll do you, that's why I'm talkin to you (Blue Chip) Yeah, you see these niggaz out here, have you stressin by the hour Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards (The Game) Some days sweet, and some sour - but we gon' make it together The world is ours, and you're my flower (Blue Chip) If it's ice you can get that, model chicks hit that Never stress about the downfalls just 'bout the getback (The Game) And I ain't sayin sex is wrong, just make sure he strap a condom on And never, ever do it in your mother's home (Blue Chip) Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar Ain't nothin free, scrape and lock every dollar (The Game) And I will leave you with this, my lil' angel, daddy loves you How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you (Blue Chip) Yeah, switchin handles like you breakin a zone, candy paint Impala On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome (Chorus) |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(The Game)
Yeh this is killa Cali, live as a motherf**ker man Niggaz hoppin of off LAX's Can't wait to see the sunshine, the palm trees, the beautiful woman I love it man, nineteen years and runnin', this is my home, feel me (The Game) Y'all must think it's all chips and championships in LA I got niggaz from San Diego all the way to the Bay E-40, Dre, Tash, Ras Kass Quik, Cube, Kurupt, and Daz Big Snoop, Xzibit, Nate Dogg, and Ren Too $hort, B-Legit, The Click, and Mack 10 Big Solo, Kam, CJ Mack, and WC Jayo Felony, Suge Knight, The Outlawz, and Warren G Knoc'Turnal, Bad Azz, Goldie Loc, and Tray Dee Short Khop, Big Face, MC Eiht, and Shock G Ant Banks, Richie Rich, Eastwood, and Suga Free Bigga Figga, B-Real, Cypress Hill, and Ice-T Rick Rock, C-Bo, Battlecat, and Crooked I Yukmouth, Sean T, Kokane, and Big Wy San Quan, Second II None, and Soopafly King T, Rappin 4-Tay, and All From The I Dru Down, E-Swift, Baco, and Technique Mac Mall, Dazi Bitch, Shaq and D.O.C. Chico and Coolwadda, Tyrese and KD Mailman, RBX, Shade Sheist, and Wy V C & W, Chill, Hittman, and Hi-C DJ Yella, I Flow, The Ganders, and Double D Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., The Farock, AMG Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy All my fallen soldiers rest in peace Along wit 2Pac, Mausberg and Eazy-E Essays, Bloods, Crips and all the thugs And all my killa cali niggaz stay given it up uh Yeah if I left you out man holla at me, my bad it's all love |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(feat. Blue Chip)
(The Game) I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop Cats tellin jokes at them car games Seen big face hundreds, handle the rock like Nate Archibald What? This nigga only sixteen And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school fightin Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga? You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me No more talkin, just outline chalkin Nigga Witta Attitude from birth, "100 Miles and Running" Gunnin bustin shots like fuck the cops Notorious for burnin blocks, weavin in and out of traffic and chop Game the young Robin Hood of the block Steal from the rich, give to the poor, coward niggaz rock Second comin of this black Alfred Hitchcock Kick in the door, wavin the four-four Ten shots to your spleen, let them violins sing (Chorus: Blue Chip + (The Game)) Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young'uns runnin with 'caine Rain hits so we floodin the game When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man (And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn) Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure (Dead presidents is all I represent) ('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet) (The Game) Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the 80's Gangbangin, dope traffic, shit get crazy From where niggaz grow up hard like dicks raised Them hustlin guns like Knicks players, we got mouths to feed 'Til they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold cheek In that pine box, I'm buyin rocks, eyein cops Fuck a cell block, the young kid makin it happen Who you think got them fiends runnin back like Bo Jackson? I'm a gangsta, what else could I say? I'm ahead of myself like it's Y4K 2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A. Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G Bet the four slow 'em down like PCP (Chorus) (The Game) Real gangsters never talk shit, handle they business Fuck the dry snitchin and bitchin, niggaz die when them bullets fly Who fuckin with him, ha? Not a nigga alive End up dead in that 5 He got no sympathy for them dead guys, friend or foe Watch that chest cave in, what that vest savin? Make it sloppy for the autopsy, leave my enemies in a frenzy On the frontlines holdin a 9 Everyday a new chapter, my own niggaz plottin on me Tryin to hit me but they won't get me, feel the semi first Fuckin with my dough, is the worst way to go Y'all know, niggaz cry when them bullets burn slow dummy In and out of spots watchin my money If one dollar come up missin bodies start to come up missin No one too heavy for the Expedition, piss on your corpse Watch your soul shiver, throw him in the river, bitch nigga (Chorus) |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(The Game)
You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5 Whatever way dog, the Game get live Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. city velour Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in Converse dog Get it crackin like we out in the yard, and the warden's watchin Only difference is the whores is watchin Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like I'm a gangsta bay-bee, from the C-P-T Run with the (Pound) like I'm from DPG If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit And I represent the P like Russell Simmons (Chorus: repeat 2X) I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right Got it? Good, okay It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo' (JT the Bigga Figga) I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin rocky The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes AD jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake So cover my face, and run up in the place I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang 80 karats on my pinky and rang Crews buzz when you speakin my name, cause I'm deep in the game With top cool thangs and million dollar planes I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high Now we soarin through the spacious skies Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride, the handle is up Switchin gears with the pedal and ride (Chorus) (The Game) I'm a shining star And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so Please believe that I keep two G's in my jeans Two gats in my sleeve, two rats in my Beam' X-5, mami let's ride Weave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-Stuy It's the kid from the far West I, oh, shit He know how to do more than flip pies Get money like them stick up guys Them "Ocean 11" licks got the young kid rich for life And I talkin 'bout a movie or George Clooney I'm talkin 'bout, runnin in your spots with uzis tucked in the Coogi Dude me? Naw truly, might lose your lives They say I've, got 2K2 covered like A.I. (Chorus) (JT) Yeah mayne, I told y'all mayne Fillmoe California nigga where we launch the best nigga JT the Bigga Figga, San Quinn, D-Moe the Yungsta, Seff the Gaffla Introducin the Game Nigga the first nigga I went and got outside of the Fillmoe district Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah mayne And we gon' pass him on off to Aftermath Records mayne So they can take him to the T-O-P Y'knahmtalkinbout Dr. Dre and the whole Aftermath staff, y'knahmtalkinbout? But this album right here, this a Get Low, JT the Bigga Figga production My nigga Charlie-O on the beat, y'knahmtalkinbout? And we keepin it real thuggish mayne, Bay Area style nigga Black Wall Street, now let's get MONEY! |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(feat. San Quinn)
(20 second instrumental to open) (San Quinn) Drama is real, like not wakin up I'm breakin up grounds when this patriot thrust Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden For you to handle your business, you are more than driven If you kill it no more standin on that corner like a stop sign Everytime you spotted they call it shot time Not at the gym but in the grim reaper's hands You important if a bullet hits, injure your plans This is not an adventure, but a full-time duty If you seen how niggaz hit the club, they pullin out uzis Sometimes bruisin and grazin, mostly takin No more sleep for the shooter, no more of that hangin No mo' trustin hoes you ain't know fo' ten plus No mo' smokin with the homies, no mo' late night clubs Cause the victim, is ready to stick him like a mousetrap I'm 'bout to rap, you better be 'bout peepin out cash (Chorus: The Game) If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a nigga If the stash spot smokin I done murdered a nigga San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggaz We take this beef shit further than niggaz Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggaz All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggaz Have your whole family cryin a river, we'll murder you niggaz We take this beef shit personal nigga (The Game) I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with this rap vet I'm the realest since I came in the game on Kam back Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me Four-fifty put somethin through your son Easter basket Six in your truck, get you each a casket Put termites in your box let 'em eat your cabbage A wife right here, see if she can weave through traffic Everybody gotta die, when the beef is active If you know Game, you know I'll never give free passes But I give choices, how you want it, metal or plastic Life is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tail Cops on the payroll so me and Quinn live well And I can still get a nigga the hill, your bitch as well Shotgun got mo' punks than shells (Chorus) (The Game) See the Escalade got 'em runnin downhill, snowball niggaz We throw vapors out of truck windows, blow our figures Suede corners out the sunroof, the fifth or the Ruger Broad daylight, blow the windows out of your Cougar Move in the S5, plus my, leather dust fly Spark up a dutch, Game put niggaz in a coffin too much Turn niggaz kids into orphans too much, In God We Trust - nah Keep the fifth close like Starsky & Hutch Your daughter cryin it's just {?} tuck, but so what Blow the dutch, southpaw bust out your whole fronts Have you eatin soup for months, broken jaw, lick your shit out of straws I guess I got that same ol' harm I ain't for play, the Game is raw Specialize in death jackets, here try these bullets on And next time have all my cheese cause if you owe me Guns O-U-T, we all gon' squeeze (Chorus) |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(20 second instrumental to open)
(The Game) Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got killed I done answered that question when I copped my deal Ask yourself when the Game is comin, after next summer I predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard homecoming Now who in the runnin, no one, ask the niggaz who want it I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay gunnin Me and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600 Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors It's written, Compton niggaz never run from the law Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board So I'll never see a jail, and I'm allergic to bars Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours Poppin Crist' in the 6, like we drivin through Mardi Gras Thinkin 'bout beads and titties as I roll through the city And I keep 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all go like the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh (Chorus) When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin Payback come through violent, nigga We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, cause When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin Payback come through violent, nigga We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent (Sean T) No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoa We off the train tracks like the great space coaster We hit real big and consistant like Sam Sosa Prepare for war, like United States soldiers Lock tight and rock right like grey eight oz's I'll be hittin up spots, in them flip Range Rovers Before you even try to play, foolish all over Empty out yo' pockets, turn everything over We ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickest When we roll by the quads in them Z-66's Big spittin, grip kitten, that big face greed Always dirty never clean but we live like kings Legendary like Sting, it's a history to follow But not known for stingin known for gettin off hollows Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah f**k it the whole bottle And watch me act bad and take off, full throttle (Chorus) (JT the Bigga Figga) I'm from a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in 36 on a triple beam scale for meal Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet To bag up baguettes and everybody know it I'm the iceholder makin the cut, never breakin 'em up My favorite color is rainbowed up Ain't a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheap Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got heat You niggaz can't compete when I walk in the streets We Get Low, and there's no idea with the info It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come I'm cruisin some, 20 inch shoes and some I'm in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is live We check your five, the spot where the tec dies And everybody gotta holla the name It's JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah Uhh, uhh, shit I'm livin gangsta gangsta shit Yeah (Chorus: repeat 2X) I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel (The Game) Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold And them niggaz sellin the work ain't half as old as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60's Everybody yellin gimme, gimme Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy Other hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with me Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale And I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rell And you can get that stainless steel Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine Keep a (Mac) on the block, I ain't talkin 'bout Beans QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens The boys in the hood is always hard So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar (Chorus) (The Game) I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hell And you can come get a bird for eleven And we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness Only (Church's) in the hood sell chicken (ba-KAW) Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses You fuckin with the Hub City Hustler The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home So I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers We ball up subpeonas, take niggaz to the cleaners And you know what I'm talkin about if y'all seen where.. (Chorus) (The Game) We drug dealin, but niggaz is squealin (fuck you rats) What more can I say, just kill 'em Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood Now is this under-stooooooood? I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin the hood Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones Some niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we do And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQ The block will heat and sink you (hey dude) Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude Lose your life tryin to get these jewels I keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2 (Chorus) |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(Verse one)
f**k it yo who the best mc on the west? by far its me and in my car is a continental tea and my broad in that continental suite with the armadell rollin up dutches like that motherf**kers beef with the kid click-clack motherf**kers let them bullets burn your six pack motherf**kers get jacked motherf**ker when you come to compton get a mack motherf**ker when you come to compton i walk through times square holdin my johnson a cross style make a jada make a run threw yonkers i got d-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop and n**** i like your watch so roll over you can die with the jury first n**** take the stand to testify he gunna die with the jury and i might kidnap the judge or send a team to lean on you so the D.A budge i got n****** that'll ride for a grand so handover my rock or like earl manson you can die where you stand or you can die with your man i'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down (chorus 2x) you know this gl shit we got g's on the line or g's on the squad all week on the grind and if you doubt that step up 'cause we aint hard to find street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us (verse two) ima take it to the next take it to a motherf**kin neck pull up on a n***** holdin triggers n tecks we droppin square beads you easy to read this is the end of the road for whole ass mc's smoke grass by the pound glock holds 17 rounds and the flow'll knock any n**** down rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people tell them that i shitted on you n***** like i was a flock a seagulls infared beam like a traffic jam at night handle any man in sight with his hands upon a mic wanna light i got the torch im the best california a north for any n***** puttin flamed on a porche and never drive on bitch your gunna die on san quinn for and five catch a live one bust shots at the clouds so we can shine some get up off ur ass and n**** and grind some (chorus) flash f**kers on the tip of the gat you can put on flat but ill kill that ill open u up like a mat even if u heard'at i squirted and murdered a man and these new school n***** talk like we heard of them plans two two millimeters got up up in your man gettin off on you n***** and your mini-mans only thing runnin is blood n***** so gimme a grand so we will bust your head n**** straight through your hand or get off in yo ass n**** like jackie chan and when its all said and done it's a one will stand gunnin this motorbike feelin this power man 185 miles per hour man i stay cooralatin with the taliban i show up (show up, show up, show up, show up) n***** talk about money they forgot the struggle try to paint a perfect picture they forgot the hustle pieces of a puzzle guzzlin pints watchin the moonlight in the sun light more gun fights penetentary fly three kites ive seen more pussys turn to mics than mices turn to man so n***** take the stand get stomped by another mans hand got me naughious in my abdomin got me servin grams again grams rapped in rubber bands 22's on them rubbers man slow rollin dro blowin im gettin rich you see my fro growin ho's knowin i pimp them to the fullest respect a gangsta you can shoot but i eat to the bullets i shit missles eyeballs look like crystals my shits official its your man motion man and merifrista yo yo yo yo its luke and everything i sit on fat n***** be like oh shit how a n**** shit on that? y'all see a n**** grit on tracks f**k with the red beam get a n**** hit on that f**k with the real thing not the 760 the reason that they took the fair team to get me you dont want it with my dogs you got teeni guys i mean itsy bitsy little tiny weeni guys i done seen them guys bought as big as my gats and aint even got enough strength to pull on that you want real hard core shit i be on that cop the xlt u put threes on that put cheese on hats when luchi goes n squeeze on gats and leave these on flats g's messin low they got g's on that and have your momma outside screamin please dont clap (chorus) |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(Chorus: The Game + JT)
Compton to Fillmore here we go again In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang Compton to Fillmore here we go again In L.A. they havin problems, the Bay we pop collars Compton to Fillmore here we go again In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows Compton to Fillmore here we go again In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles (JT the Bigga Figga) They can't cop what the bricks'll cost But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss Leather gloves with the tips to toss But the money was made from conversation had to clip the boss Smash down at the V.I.P. Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3 Drop Jag with the price to pay Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin like a ice capade Got the feds lookin twice this way Cause we shuffle the P's in different places that the {?} name Compton to Fillmoe man the game is real When you turn 15 get your stainless steel Whole squad been trained to kill, we official And switch to get rich now we after the meals Hard times got cakes for 3 When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga (Chorus) (The Game) I got guns, guns, guns, guns Guns all over the club We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that 25 deep, guns up under the throwback That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby Womack Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at We got sour diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq And more guns than the Nickerson Projects Niggaz don't want beef with me Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is free And ain't nuttin to shoot the club up You don't want drama in this motherf**ker throw them dubs up Jacob got the wrists on chill And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill Will Relax your mind and let your drawers feel free You're now rollin to the sound of the Game and JT (Chorus) (JT the Bigga Figga) But you can't come with the rest of her friends Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends Make rounds from the back of the Benz With the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend The things we go through I'm beatin ya brains Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game While they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya dame Gotta charge you a G just for speakin my name (The Game) I'm not eatin your chocha or payin for the coach ma I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma 6 in the mornin, you stretchin on the sofa Singin "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and Hova I f**k 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em f**k the both of us You know what it is, the gangster's back And I keep my banger at where my chain hang at I'm ghetto (Chorus) - 2X |