The Game - Breathe and Stop (текст песни)
help, help, help, help (yeah)
help (it′s the profit, it′s the profit)
help (east coast, west coast)
help (cook, cook, cook - crack)
help
help (latino market)
help (you know we got that shit on smash)
help (you writing them checks, go holla at my boy damon)
[chorus]
all my niggaz throw your dubs up
if you ain′t from the west side put your guns up
let a shot go nigga
squeeze and pop
let ′em feel it when the baseline drops
and all bitches throw your hands up
you in the club with your girls
call your man up
cause you ain′t comin′ home mami
breathe and stop
exhale when the baseline drop
[1st verse]
ay yo its murder on the streets
killa capitol
i′m blasting you
for the love of this doe
that′s what i have to do
i′m posted up
the corner king
they named me coca
got caught didn′t say a thing
you′re not supposed ta
la costra nostre
gotti gang
my shotty rang
call it a killers exhibition
let the body hang
a real work of art
show your heart
i′ll blow your smarts
yeah it′s the ghetto god
rep the bronx till i′m gone
was sent to prison
you know me homey the chromey′s itchin′
leave you holy if you rollin′ with some bad intentions
fit the pussy
then again you know that
and we don′t ever see them in the hood
and they all rats
joey don′t give a fuck
tell my nigga hold that
usually found in the kitchen
where the stove at
got that weed, got that coke
get them dope sacks
my little man pitchin′
yeah we call him sandy cossacks
[chorus]
[2nd verse]
lord of war
you need a hammer
i′ll sell you guns
sell coke to pablo
sell grammar to pun
stop searching niggaz
i am the one
pepper spray gangsta′s
show you how the iron is slung
now i could play like kanye and let me chest hairs show
put on them kool moe dee glasses
but that just ain′t joe
play shots and then i switch up the flow
like what the blood clot, boomba clot
you ain′t fuckin wit joe
now mamma love me
her friend hates me
jealous cause they boyfriends ain′t me
we getting at baby love
yeah we pain free
ain′t nobody′s pockets certain, here
we paid g′s
now listen up
you in love with a stripper
i fuck her and dis her
i give her that mayo
you come and you kiss her
nigga, crack been a g ever since
sit back and watch the money get bricks
mo′ fucker
[chorus]
(c) the game
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Другие тексты песен исполнителя The Game
Текст песни:
[Intro]
That T.M. shit, that T.M. shit
Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that shit
That T.M. shit – Game!
[Chorus: unknown singer (The Game)]
I don′t care that you lookin like Beyonce on her best day
(I ain′t fuckin wit′chu)
You got your high heels on and your body feel warm but tonight
(I ain′t fuckin wit′chu)
You got your hair did right and your panties too tight but tonight
(I ain′t fuckin wit′chu)
Could be another night, girl, but tonight
(I ain′t fuckin wit′chu)
[The Game]
I′m tired of playin your games, you pissin me off
I′m watchin LeBron so holla when this shit go off
You say I be trippin but really it′s you that be gone
Always bringin up Tanisha be givin me dome
I ain′t tryin to hear that, I′m just tryin to chill
So chill, like Chamillionaire or Mike Jones grill
All in front of my flat screen, True Religion black jeans
Dancin like Ciara, I ain′t Bow Wow or 50
Tryin to get me but I back out, I could blow your back out
Lay you down, put it in the hole, like Stackhouse
We used to hit midtown, throwin all them stacks out
Run through the Louis Vuitton store and clean the racks out
Used to feel good, when I watch your Porsche back out
You bought Keyshia Cole album, now you tryin to act out
Flippin like a Sidekick, tell me what is that ′bout?
You can′t take the heat, get the fuck up out of Shaq house
Black out
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Bitch, I′m rollin 21′s and over
Not the club, the dubs on that platinum Range Rover
My neck′s so iced out, my wrists so shined up
I make hoes line up, see a pole climb up
Brown sugar or light skin, black or white skin
If she could drop it low then she could be my night friend
Or my one night stand, if she got a nice tan
Before I leave I cut the light off of your nightstand
Back to the house, my girl wanna have real sex
Nah, I keep my kids like Britney Spears′ ex
Take her back to the future, I ain′t even here yet
And that line was fly, bitch I′m a Leer jet
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Stop playin girl, stop playin
Stop playin girl, stop playin!
Stop playin girl, stop playin
I said stop playin, you better stop playin
′Fore I break you off like a Kit Kat, you know I wanna hit that
Banana split that, but a real nigga had to sit back
Cause that′s what we do, when girls be with the chit-chat
Every mornin on "The View", them girls be with the chit-chat
Enough with all the riff-raff, let me see your cat walk
I′m old school, Garfield, I can make your cat talk
But I′m a gangsta, so I′ma back off
Keyshia and DMX, I′ll leave yo′ ass with that thought
For real
[Chorus]
[Outro]
That T.M. shit, uh-huh, that T.M. shit
Trackmasters, that T.M. shit, that shit
That T.M. shit – Game!
@ The Game
Текст песни:
(feat. Chris Brown, Diddy, Polow Da Don, Mario Winans, Usher & Boyz II Men)
[Diddy talking]
I remember the first time i seen you moonwalk,
I believed I could do anything,
you made the world dance,
you made the music come to life
[Chris brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
i look up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know its better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gon let you go,
[The Game]
Whos Michael Jackson,
Your Michael Jackson,
Im Michael Jackson,
We all Michael Jackson,
I guess what Im asking is everybody bow their head for a legend dont breathe for a second,
now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about,
so you can hear my message, my confession,
someone tell Usher, i seen the moonwalk, i guess the young thriller touched him, like he touched me,
like he touched you,
so carry on his legacy, something i must do, so i trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals, me
and my brothers listen to jackson 5 in the living room,
first thing i did when i heard was call puff,
cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us,
who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and Mike Jackson gonna take us to the ledge.
[Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
i look up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know its better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gon let you go,
As Im pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
when list (?) my air ones, MJ was my nigga.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
and since im a hollywood star imma tell you my story,
never had a family that close, never see Barry Gordy walking through interscope,
just like me they always had Mike in a scope,
no matter what you say,
imma love him and hes still dope,
let me take you back to 85 when i was in a zone, dancing for my momma thriller jacket with all the
zippers on,
now im doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
listening to Outcast, Im sorry Mrs Jackson
anything i can ever do to better you your son was our king so we wont Corretta you,
Im writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids, time to let us through.
[Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
i look up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know its better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gon let you go,
[Boys II Men]
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let die
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, live and let die
@ The Game
Текст песни:
[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]
@ The Game
Текст песни:
[The Game]
Yo Bus, I think I got the answer to all my problems
[Busta Rhymes]
The fuck you talkin′ bout, nigga, what′s that?
[The Game]
Belevedere and Banana Snapple [hiccoughs]
[Busta Rhymes]
Look get your fuckin′ ass up, nigga, you over here trippin′ on yourself, nigga, you get in the fuckin′ 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 fuck 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 they 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]
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 fuck, 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 they 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]
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 though 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 ′Fuck 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 fuck 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 they 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]
See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,
The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the nigga,
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 fuck,
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 they 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 fuck outta the car, nigga, get up, man!
[The Game]
This ain′t my house my house is is green!
[Busta Rhymes]
The fuck 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 fucking bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga And don′t fucking drink like that no more, man, you fucking look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherfucker
[The Game]
Just goin to the studio
[Busta Rhymes]
Go to sleep, nigga
@ The Game
Текст песни:
(Game Talking)
Put you′re lighters up if you want to
Pull you′re muthafuckin′ Dodger caps over you′re muthafuckin′ eyes
Til′ 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
(Chorus)
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger drive slow [drive slow]
Where beggers and gangstas pass
Women and dank are
Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean
We move in slow motion
Off that sticky you us 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 on my face than the original Scarface
Or the homeboy Scarface
Al Pacino couldn′t be no gangsta′
Deniro in Casino he no gangsta′
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 car 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 dog
Hell yeah it′s a real fuckin′ Uzi dog
I′m bout to hop inside my Impala
Try to keep up, don′t loose me ya′ll
(Chorus)
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger drive slow [drive slow]
Where beggers and gangstas pass
Women and dank are
Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean
We move in slow motion
Off that sticky you us 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 that 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 Outkasts, 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 gang banger shit ain′t nothing to play with
Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy
(Chorus)
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger drive slow [drive slow]
Where beggers and gangstas pass
Women and dank are
Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean
We move in slow motion
Off that sticky you us 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, eses.
We hold shit down, this is L.A.
Wrote the shit on my face, put a mutafuckin star behind.
What the fuck I am...Starface
LA chronicles, LAX files, Case closed.
@ The Game
Текст песни:
[Verse 1: Game]
Blood gang kill ′em all, Odd Future Wolf Gang
Kidnap a vampire, drain all his fuckin veins
Wolf Grey Jordans, use his intestines for the strings
Snatch up Rihanna and throw her in front of a fuckin train
Sniff a fucking unemployment line of cocaine
Tie Lil B up to a full tank of propane
Swag, now watch him cook.. and just stand there and look
Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books
Martians vs. Goblins, goons vs. the crooks
And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan′s nemesis
My power′s limitless like Blanco on Sega Genesis
Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me
[Hook]
Bitch I′m a muthafuckin Martian (I′m a goddamn Goblin)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
[Verse 2: Tyler]
A year ago, I was poor, somewhat
Now my future′s brighter than Christopher′s new haircut
Bruno Mars is still sucking dick and fucking male butts
In the same closet that Tyler Perry gets clothes from
I suck? Where the fuckin Ring Pops?
You got a better chance of getting a copy of Detox
Wolfgang, we rock, crack rock and that shit was expected
Like Jayceon whenever he name-drop (Fuck you, Tyler)
Jesus, motherfucking Theresa
This nigga Game got Wolf Haley for this feature
My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas
Getting chased by the police on a full bred Cheetah
Bishop Eddie caught me tryna escape
Bag full of drag and a Nicki Minaj mixtape
Dragging all you fags to the back of the log cabin
Fall back like Lebron′s hairline against the Mavericks, he lost
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Game]
I do cause Tunechi always bless me
He killed me on my own track, so what? Not you
Fuck you, I spit like I had kids with Erykah Badu
I fucked her on the day of that naked video shoot
I was sucking her pussy like it was wonton soup
Then I hit Lebron′s mom in bron-bron′s coupe
With Delonte West taping, we had bon-bons too
With Cleveland cheerleaders, they had pom-poms too
So I smacked them bitches wearing Bishop Don Juan′s suit
(Where was Snoop?) I don′t know, probably doing what the Crips do
But when I′m with my uncle, fuck it! Then I′m a Crip too
And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you
Now I′m the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu
Mad that DC comics overlooked me
Cause Captain America′s straight dookie
[Hook]
@ The Game
Текст песни:
[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 it′s 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
I′m feelin bad about that nigga we stomped out in the casino
But fuck it it′s deathrow
The big homie never told me that my next blow would be my fuckin death blow
Tell kadada I′m not ready I ain′t even let my momma know
I ain′t got no kids I′m 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 wasn′t 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
I′m 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]
[Verse 3:]
Layin in this hospital bed with bronchitus I can′t talk
Walked myself in and all of a sudden I can′t 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 could′ntcube and dr. dre no more at all
Through all the bullshit them niggas were my dogs
Niggas with atitude spray painted on the walls
I′m flatlinin it′s 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
@ The Game
Текст песни:
[Verse 1]
First things 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 pop
Hold up, timb stop. I said this anotha memorial
For makaveli and big pop, 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 comptons most wanted when
I′m ridin wit timbo
[Chorus]
Girl if you got a big back lemme bend 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)
[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 u 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 my la 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]
@ The Game
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