The Game Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) - Sayfa 3

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 04:59

For My Gangstaz

Livin in Compton, California C-A"
Charlie O, drop that hot shit

Mother****er it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit'cha brain
Since a young'n up and comin, all I did was cop 'caine
They try and change the Game, nigga I still cop 'caine
I ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the cops came
Bitches tryin to throw salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my game
Niggaz tryin to chalk my frame
But I walk on a thin line without scuffin my Chucks
Bad Boyyyyy, and I **** with Puff
So bring the guns if you want nigga; I'm real good with the glock
And 50 G's say you leave in a box
When I **** Lil' Kim guess I'm feelin like 'Pac
Niggaz wanna wrestle The Game, guess they feel like The Rock
It doesn't matter," 745 up and down your block
Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they shot
It's different in my hood, only time we take shots
Is when the Dodgers did good, my niggaz live on the block

This is for the gangster, in me
This is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters pour the brew
This is for the gangster, in me
This is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters red and blue

I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean, my life's no dream
I got a crew in Jamaica, Queens
Lake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sip
My thugs get crunk off Lil' Flip
State to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the Bay
Like Clint Eastwood, make my day
Fine bitches look like Lisa Raye, plot on gettin paid
In the end, all they get is played
Maybe a nut, no Ice Capade
Real dudes is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifey
And I don't give a **** if you really don't like me
It's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy
One of the best I might be, it really don't matter
When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin out of my way
I bust bad bitches night and day
I make classics like Dr. Dre, closed casket from rhymes I say

Gon' move in on your rock, say **** the crisis
And ride with the West we got lower coat prices
You know me the king of L.A., New York
Drivin through Brooklyn in a fo', same color as water
You want X? I can cover the order
Ninety-fo' been hustlin now watch the shit elevate like Vince Carter
Not the rap martyr, or the second rap Carter
Compton's own, I'm home, not the best I just rap harder
Heir to the throne, nobody rep Compton like me
Street spinnin like waves on that Continental T
My grandmoms woulda been proud of me, look at your grandson now
Til my demis, Black Mafia ties
So it's hard to let the larcent die, my treys
A killer changin the game like them Marcy guys
And I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to Biggie
I'm from Compton, he from New York City, c'mon really?

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 05:01

G.A.M.E.

[The Game]
Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of haters
Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada
Get your shit pushed back like Jada's CD
I'll put your brains on that Kenwood TV
So you can see hell in 3D, it's right there dog
And the Game behind the Desert is a nightmare dog
If it's pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm right here dog
I'm on the block, white Nike Airs on
Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know
if 22's on the truck, give me coochie yet
But I come through in the new GS with two, three tecs
Got niggaz Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep
Tryin to read my whole script, but ain't seen the movie yet
Better have that glock stuffed tonight
I'm comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block bust tonight

[The Game]
Getting American Money Easy, all I know
The Gangsta All Mother****ers Envy, all my dough
It's a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out
Shots range out, for all the gangsta hangouts

[The Game]
Lace your tips, 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 gangsta or not
I give a **** dog, 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
**** you up like one time'll do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
Comin 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

[Young Noble]
Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came with a cop
Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that kept shit hot
Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, homey we can bang out
Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, square it out
Learn about your whereabouts and we right there
Me and Game have you left right there
N-O-B-L-E, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
We bubble with ease, and I double my cheese
I got niggaz out in Compton that'll find yo' ass
I got niggaz out in Jersey, that'll hide yo' ass
for a long time if you ever ****in with mine
It's a thin line dog between the real and the fraud
We killin your squad, my homeboy still in the yard
You the type of mother****er standin next to the God
The Game is deep, you mother****ers ain't the streets
Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 05:49

Gutta Boyz

(We gangsta daddy!)

[Sean T]
Yuh!
I'm sippin on that 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkin
You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer teller
Haters trip when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change like the I-95
I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
heat for you niggaz and the po' for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderie
I'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake

[The Game]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the ****in broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hood
a hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggaz'll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole glock in your face

[Sean T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the ground
Just burner shells, and police siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it ain't a circus
But it might as well be, cause you know I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dawg
If you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a stunna in this game, a federal figure
Blowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't give a **** about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hours
The end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct your QP's and powder
We gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!)

[Sean T]
S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it twisted mother****er yeah we do creep
We ride out thug, shit we don't die
We lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodles gon' be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the floI'm like a nigga off the X, unpredicta-ble
Imitators always hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it down man we go way back...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 05:51

Hate It Or Love It

[50 Cent]
Yaeahh , 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 should I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
Money and them gold ropes
Santa 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 at 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

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?

[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 ****in 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...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 05:53

Higher

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

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 **** 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

(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 mother****in chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that blunt
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I'm the mother****in Game and
(I can take you hiyaaaah)

[Game and (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 piimp? I perm my shit up like snoop (Westside)
Chronic 2005 mother****er, put the purple in the dutch
"Let it Burn" like Usher giirl
Drop down, do the eagle, **** 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

[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 ****in 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 **** Mariah
Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed
cause she got a forehead just like Tyra
I can say what the **** I want, you thought Dre retired
Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires
These niggaz is a waste of rhymin, Doc got somthing to say be quiet

[Dr. Dre]
Look out for Detox...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 05:57

How We Do

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

[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
İf 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

[50 cent]
I put lamborghini doors on that es-co-lade
Low pro so look like i'm riding on blades
İn 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 **** 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

[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!)

[Game and 50 cent]
[50 cent]
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
**** '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 mother****er, crunk
İt 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 ****in 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...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 06:00

I'm A Mobsta

[Young Menace and (The Game)]
Yeah! What is it? It's Young Menace, and the Game
(Hahaha, yeah) Stackin chips, G-Unit (Chuck Taylor)
Doublin down on who? (Compton's young guns)
Sacramenton's finest (Who ****in with me?)
From Sac-Town to Compton, you dig?

[The Game]
Yo, yo, now ain't no tellin what the Game'll do, listen dawg
I blow the guts out the dutch and do the same to you
And just to get shit crackin, I drop the toaster
Grab the Louis go Sammy Sosa
And you ain't gotta know me to know that, I hop out a new pink Rolls
With the fifty-two Pete Rose throwback
Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack
On the same corner where Eazy-E sold coke at
And dawg I'ma test your education
What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration?
I'm the nigga that'll smoke the purple, get high as a kite
Down half the Goose then choke your workers
Don't make me put two in your shirt, dawg I put in the work
Then move bags like Doony & Bert
And stuff work in the GMC, cause on my block
I'm the King of Rock like Run-D.M.C., nigga

[Young Menace]
I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one through ya mother****in collar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya **** with my dollars I'll make you swallow my daughters
I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
I'm a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah
I'm a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah

[Young Menace]
Shhhhh.. I got a lot to say
Dawg I gotta get paid that's why I rock the lleAnd chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day
I'll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away
Don't depend on tomorrow you can get shot today
I'll spit acid on your turf and watch your block decay
Dawg I spit on your grave and fertilize you too
I hit 'em hard with 16 bars, flames and fumes
Somebody needs to push your infant rap back in the womb
Go 'head and keep talkin that shit and get your life consumed
I put a hole in your chest dawg the size of the moon
Yeah you musta been talkin, how'd you get out that soon?
(You ****in snitch!) I got a chop that'll touch yo' head like Vidal Sassoon
You don't wanna see my platoon, I got gorillas and baboons
That won't hesitate, they gon' do what they have to
When there's beef on the streets it's on for life like tattoos

It don't matter what season, it don't matter not a day
I move traffic through the city, plus I keep the right of way
I'm on point like Bibby, I'm the leader of the team mayne
Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings game
Everybody's fired up, I drop major packages
I'm never doin bids because my game is so immaculate
A bitch try to snitch, "I Can't Deny It" like Fabolous
Before the evidence gatherin, someone's in an ambulance
Now that'll learn you to keep your big mouth shut
Those with big mouths I got the perfect size nuts
Yeah I do my dirt, but I wash my hands thoroughly
Handle my business first so I can celebrate early
It's business before pleasure my business brings me pleasure
It feels good to be able to shine, in any type of weather
That's why I do what I gotta do so my money's lookin tight
Whether I'm jukin on the block or have bitches hookin lights y'know?

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 06:03

I'm Chillin'

You Got's To Chill

I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin'

[The Game:]
Guess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno
L.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low
Blowin' on endo Roll down yo window
Matter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow
Black on black lamborghini with the dizzor
Up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor
Bandana tied around the rear view mirror
Red bandana got 'em bangin' new era
Something on my waist niggas can't get near us
Bitches 'round me shakin ass like Shakira
Niggas poppin' Chrystal everytime they hear us
I stay on niggas mind like a new era

G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the mutha****in P
That means I'm ChillinI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin'

[The Game:]
Doing my two step Red strings on my louis
I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis
Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar
Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car
Post it up the bar everybody strizzap
Double GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap
Every nigga in my click stay iced out
Reach for a chain,red beam, turn your lights out
Shut the club down, The Game don't stop

In the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots
Looking for Ciara heard about the goodies
Hurricanes in a BlackWallStreet Hoodie

G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the mutha****in P
That means I'm ChillinI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin'

[The Game:]
Everybody know when The Game in the clizzub
20 impalas outside on the dizzubs
Everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads
Panties gettin' wet everytime they see 'em lift ups
So hop in the back seat if you're a freak
Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat
8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat
Turn high beams on bring the club to the streets
If you jump off niggas know what I'm about
Million dollar man bring the drama to yo house
Hommies outside, Wearing that ass out
I'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch

G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the mutha****in P
That means I'm Chillin I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin'

I'm chillin' in the house
Rollin' in the car
Coolin' in the tub
Drinkin' at the bar

G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the mutha****in P
That means I'm Chillin...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 06:05

I'm Looking

[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 **** 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

[Blue Chip and (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 **** who you are, **** ya ice
**** the block that you claim, **** 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
**** 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

[The Game]
Real gangsters never talk shit, handle they business
**** the dry snitchin and bitchin, niggaz die when them bullets fly
Who ****in 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
****in 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...

The Game

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 06:06

It's Ok (One Blood)

Dre, I see dead people

Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood

Yo, Dre
Thought I was Dead
West coast

One blood

I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor
The after'math don't drop them
And 50 ain't rockin' with him
No more, It's Okay, I get it poppin
Whole club rockinLike a '64 impala
Drink cris, throw it up
Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup
Call the shit hypnotic
I bleed Compton
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggaz ain't shit
But new niggaz
Played to get shooed niggaz
I'm talkin' ta you, nigga
Bouncin' in da '64 throwin' up West side, man
Sellin' another 5 million albums, Yes I am
Fresh like damn
This nigga did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo rghini in the shotgun with Snoop
What would the mother****in' West coast be without one crip and (one Blood)

One blood
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood
One blood

I'm from the West side of the '64 Impala
Where niggaz say "Where you from" we'll never say "Holla"
Bandanna 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 the West coast need me
I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin' me
Everybody knows I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin' uhh
I'm 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the '07 Hummer
Hop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you see is one Blood

One blood
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood
One blood

I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep 'em on display
Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (aftermath)
You niggaz better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on snappin' your fingers, I ain't going away
I don't regret what I spit, cuz I know what I say
And niggaz keep talkin' about me, they don't know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holdin' tha glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and left off a shot
I have the number 1 billboard spot
Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm 'Pac
This ain't shit but a warnin' 'til my album drop

One blood
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood
One blood
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood
One blood...

The Game

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04.09.08, 04:59	#21 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	For My Gangstaz For My Gangstaz Livin in Compton, California C-A" Charlie O, drop that hot shit Mother**er it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit'cha brain Since a young'n up and comin, all I did was cop 'caine They try and change the Game, nigga I still cop 'caine I ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the cops came Bitches tryin to throw salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my game Niggaz tryin to chalk my frame But I walk on a thin line without scuffin my Chucks Bad Boyyyyy, and I with Puff So bring the guns if you want nigga; I'm real good with the glock And 50 G's say you leave in a box When I Lil' Kim guess I'm feelin like 'Pac Niggaz wanna wrestle The Game, guess they feel like The Rock It doesn't matter," 745 up and down your block Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they shot It's different in my hood, only time we take shots Is when the Dodgers did good, my niggaz live on the block This is for the gangster, in me This is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters pour the brew This is for the gangster, in me This is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters red and blue I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean, my life's no dream I got a crew in Jamaica, Queens Lake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sip My thugs get crunk off Lil' Flip State to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the Bay Like Clint Eastwood, make my day Fine bitches look like Lisa Raye, plot on gettin paid In the end, all they get is played Maybe a nut, no Ice Capade Real dudes is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifey And I don't give a if you really don't like me It's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy One of the best I might be, it really don't matter When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin out of my way I bust bad bitches night and day I make classics like Dr. Dre, closed casket from rhymes I say Gon' move in on your rock, say ** the crisis And ride with the West we got lower coat prices You know me the king of L.A., New York Drivin through Brooklyn in a fo', same color as water You want X? I can cover the order Ninety-fo' been hustlin now watch the shit elevate like Vince Carter Not the rap martyr, or the second rap Carter Compton's own, I'm home, not the best I just rap harder Heir to the throne, nobody rep Compton like me Street spinnin like waves on that Continental T My grandmoms woulda been proud of me, look at your grandson now Til my demis, Black Mafia ties So it's hard to let the larcent die, my treys A killer changin the game like them Marcy guys And I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to Biggie I'm from Compton, he from New York City, c'mon really? The Game

04.09.08, 05:01	#22 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	G.a.m.e. G.A.M.E. [The Game] Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of haters Got niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada Get your shit pushed back like Jada's CD I'll put your brains on that Kenwood TV So you can see hell in 3D, it's right there dog And the Game behind the Desert is a nightmare dog If it's pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm right here dog I'm on the block, white Nike Airs on Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know if 22's on the truck, give me coochie yet But I come through in the new GS with two, three tecs Got niggaz Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep Tryin to read my whole script, but ain't seen the movie yet Better have that glock stuffed tonight I'm comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it A block bust tonight [The Game] Getting American Money Easy, all I know The Gangsta All Mother**ers Envy, all my dough It's a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out Shots range out, for all the gangsta hangouts [The Game] Lace your tips, 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 gangsta or not I give a dog, 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 you up like one time'll do And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard Comin 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 [Young Noble] Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came with a cop Pointin fingers at them niggaz, that kept shit hot Next to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, homey we can bang out Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, square it out Learn about your whereabouts and we right there Me and Game have you left right there N-O-B-L-E, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z We bubble with ease, and I double my cheese I got niggaz out in Compton that'll find yo' ass I got niggaz out in Jersey, that'll hide yo' ass for a long time if you ever in with mine It's a thin line dog between the real and the fraud We killin your squad, my homeboy still in the yard You the type of motherer standin next to the God The Game is deep, you mother**ers ain't the streets Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon... The Game

04.09.08, 05:49	#23 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Gutta Boyz Gutta Boyz (We gangsta daddy!) [Sean T] Yuh! I'm sippin on that 'notiq the color of Hulk man And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkin You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big? You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your kids I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers And my pockets run deep like a Mercer teller Haters trip when they see the whip dippin by The paint on it change like the I-95 I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint heat for you niggaz and the po' for the mamis Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderie I'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get watery Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshin club serum I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a snake I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake [The Game] We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips The chains, the **in broads we with We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hood a hundred deep and empty the whole clip We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef And my niggaz'll put you under the street We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say 'Fore I empty the whole glock in your face [Sean T] Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the ground Just burner shells, and police siren sounds Niggaz know who I am in the town; it ain't a circus But it might as well be, cause you know I'ma clown I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious dawg And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dawg If you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a frog You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's plane I'm a stunna in this game, a federal figure Blowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers I'm like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?} D-Squad don't give a about nobody else I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hours The end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers So I'll advise you deduct your QP's and powder We gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!) [Sean T] S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.D Don't get it twisted mother**er yeah we do creep We ride out thug, shit we don't die We lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up rides A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on Poodles gon' be up missin or dead I chop haters up, like an old-ass sample Or creep through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo" I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggaz You afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the floI'm like a nigga off the X, unpredicta-ble Imitators always hollerin how gangsta they is But got about as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz" Shit I'm into pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats Me and my burner hold it down man we go way back... The Game

04.09.08, 05:51	#24 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Hate It Or Love It Hate It Or Love It [50 Cent] Yaeahh , 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 should I sell dope for a fo-finger ring Money and them gold ropes Santa 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 at 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 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? [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 ****in 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... The Game

04.09.08, 05:53	#25 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Higher Higher 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 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 ** 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 (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 motherin chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that blunt (I can take you hiyaaaah) G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I'm the motherin Game and (I can take you hiyaaaah) [Game and (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 piimp? I perm my shit up like snoop (Westside) Chronic 2005 motherer, put the purple in the dutch "Let it Burn" like Usher giirl Drop down, do the eagle, 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 [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 in 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 Mariah Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed cause she got a forehead just like Tyra I can say what the ** I want, you thought Dre retired Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires These niggaz is a waste of rhymin, Doc got somthing to say be quiet [Dr. Dre] Look out for Detox... The Game

04.09.08, 05:57	#26 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	How We Do How We Do 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 [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 İf 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 [50 cent] I put lamborghini doors on that es-co-lade Low pro so look like i'm riding on blades İn 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 ** 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 [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!) [Game and 50 cent] [50 cent] 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun '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 motherer, crunk İt 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 **in 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... The Game

04.09.08, 06:00	#27 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	I'm A Mobsta I'm A Mobsta [Young Menace and (The Game)] Yeah! What is it? It's Young Menace, and the Game (Hahaha, yeah) Stackin chips, G-Unit (Chuck Taylor) Doublin down on who? (Compton's young guns) Sacramenton's finest (Who **in with me?) From Sac-Town to Compton, you dig? [The Game] Yo, yo, now ain't no tellin what the Game'll do, listen dawg I blow the guts out the dutch and do the same to you And just to get shit crackin, I drop the toaster Grab the Louis go Sammy Sosa And you ain't gotta know me to know that, I hop out a new pink Rolls With the fifty-two Pete Rose throwback Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack On the same corner where Eazy-E sold coke at And dawg I'ma test your education What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration? I'm the nigga that'll smoke the purple, get high as a kite Down half the Goose then choke your workers Don't make me put two in your shirt, dawg I put in the work Then move bags like Doony & Bert And stuff work in the GMC, cause on my block I'm the King of Rock like Run-D.M.C., nigga [Young Menace] I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherin collar I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner If ya with my dollars I'll make you swallow my daughters I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face I'm a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah I'm a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah [Young Menace] Shhhhh.. I got a lot to say Dawg I gotta get paid that's why I rock the lleAnd chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day I'll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away Don't depend on tomorrow you can get shot today I'll spit acid on your turf and watch your block decay Dawg I spit on your grave and fertilize you too I hit 'em hard with 16 bars, flames and fumes Somebody needs to push your infant rap back in the womb Go 'head and keep talkin that shit and get your life consumed I put a hole in your chest dawg the size of the moon Yeah you musta been talkin, how'd you get out that soon? (You **in snitch!) I got a chop that'll touch yo' head like Vidal Sassoon You don't wanna see my platoon, I got gorillas and baboons That won't hesitate, they gon' do what they have to When there's beef on the streets it's on for life like tattoos It don't matter what season, it don't matter not a day I move traffic through the city, plus I keep the right of way I'm on point like Bibby, I'm the leader of the team mayne Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings game Everybody's fired up, I drop major packages I'm never doin bids because my game is so immaculate A bitch try to snitch, "I Can't Deny It" like Fabolous Before the evidence gatherin, someone's in an ambulance Now that'll learn you to keep your big mouth shut Those with big mouths I got the perfect size nuts Yeah I do my dirt, but I wash my hands thoroughly Handle my business first so I can celebrate early It's business before pleasure my business brings me pleasure It feels good to be able to shine, in any type of weather That's why I do what I gotta do so my money's lookin tight Whether I'm jukin on the block or have bitches hookin lights y'know? The Game

04.09.08, 06:03	#28 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	I'm Chillin' I'm Chillin' You Got's To Chill I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [The Game:] Guess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno L.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low Blowin' on endo Roll down yo window Matter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow Black on black lamborghini with the dizzor Up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor Bandana tied around the rear view mirror Red bandana got 'em bangin' new era Something on my waist niggas can't get near us Bitches 'round me shakin ass like Shakira Niggas poppin' Chrystal everytime they hear us I stay on niggas mind like a new era G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the mutha**in P That means I'm ChillinI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [The Game:] Doing my two step Red strings on my louis I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car Post it up the bar everybody strizzap Double GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap Every nigga in my click stay iced out Reach for a chain,red beam, turn your lights out Shut the club down, The Game don't stop In the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots Looking for Ciara heard about the goodies Hurricanes in a BlackWallStreet Hoodie G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the muthain P That means I'm ChillinI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [The Game:] Everybody know when The Game in the clizzub 20 impalas outside on the dizzubs Everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads Panties gettin' wet everytime they see 'em lift ups So hop in the back seat if you're a freak Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat 8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat Turn high beams on bring the club to the streets If you jump off niggas know what I'm about Million dollar man bring the drama to yo house Hommies outside, Wearing that ass out I'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the muthain P That means I'm Chillin I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' I'm chillin' in the house Rollin' in the car Coolin' in the tub Drinkin' at the bar G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N to the T to the S to the T to the O to the mutha**in P That means I'm Chillin... The Game

04.09.08, 06:05	#29 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	I'm Looking I'm Looking [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 ** 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 [Blue Chip and (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 who you are, ya ice the block that you claim, 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 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 [The Game] Real gangsters never talk shit, handle they business the dry snitchin and bitchin, niggaz die when them bullets fly Who in 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 **in 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... The Game

04.09.08, 06:06	#30 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	It's Ok (One Blood) It's Ok (One Blood) Dre, I see dead people Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood Yo, Dre Thought I was Dead West coast One blood I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor The after'math don't drop them And 50 ain't rockin' with him No more, It's Okay, I get it poppin Whole club rockinLike a '64 impala Drink cris, throw it up Call the shit hydraulics Then piss in the cup Call the shit hypnotic I bleed Compton Spit crack and shit chronic And you new niggaz ain't shit But new niggaz Played to get shooed niggaz I'm talkin' ta you, nigga Bouncin' in da '64 throwin' up West side, man Sellin' another 5 million albums, Yes I am Fresh like damn This nigga did it again A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim Inside the lambo rghini in the shotgun with Snoop What would the mother****in' West coast be without one crip and (one Blood) One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood One blood I'm from the West side of the '64 Impala Where niggaz say "Where you from" we'll never say "Holla" Bandanna 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 the West coast need me I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin' me Everybody knows I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make shit for the club What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub? You 38 and you still rappin' uhh I'm 26 nigga, so is the dubs On the '07 Hummer Hop out with no bodyguards When the chronic smoke clear all you see is one Blood One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood One blood I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6-tray? And the double game chain, I keep 'em on display Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath) Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (aftermath) You niggaz better make up a dance and try to get radio play Keep on snappin' your fingers, I ain't going away I don't regret what I spit, cuz I know what I say And niggaz keep talkin' about me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holdin' tha glock No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and left off a shot I have the number 1 billboard spot Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm 'Pac This ain't shit but a warnin' 'til my album drop One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood One blood... The Game

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