Game - Where I'm From Lyrics

Where I'm From Lyrics - Game

"Where I'm From"
(feat. Nate Dogg)

[The Game]
I'ma B-L-double-O-D
Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P
Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E
Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G
Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feet
Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C
Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen
Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggaz in Timbs
I done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force Ones
in Cashville, but Compton is {where I'm from}
Where it's just me, my son, and my bitch
She graduated when Notorious B.I.G. dropped "Me & My Bitch"
She get them birds past, I put her in first class
And tell her to carry on that Duni & Burke bag
She from Grape Street, she know how to work the mag
And only buy white tees, tell 'em to keep the purple tags
Cause the laces in my Chucks keep the beef crackin
I lay niggaz out like creased khakis
In that G-wagon, lean like the 23's draggin
I got the whole N-Y-C saggin

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
If you don't know
(Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggaz, Westside)
Where I'm from
(Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks)
If you don't know
(Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making)
Where I'm from
(Aftermath, you better watch your colors in the City of Angels)

[The Game]
Y'all niggaz got it fucked up
What you thought cause I'm from Compton I couldn't do numbers like Usher?
Platinum certified, nigga that's a mill' plus
Play both sides of the fence cause the Crips feel cuz'
See me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still Blood
You can C-walk to this, homey it's still love
Nigga I've been bangin since Mary J. did "Real Love"
(If you don't know) I painted the Rover black
The West coast is back, I can smoke to that
Moms got the CL-6, that's a fact
I bought the house, I'm just waitin on the platinum plaques
Niggaz lookin for a cat to jack
Homey I'm willin to do two life sentences back to back
So please don't push me..
You niggaz is W-N-B-A, all pussy

[Chorus - 2X]

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Game - When The Chips Are Down Lyrics

When The Chips Are Down Lyrics - Game

[Lloyd Banks]

Yee! [laughs]

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass laid down

[Voice in beat]

Down?
The paint is peelin?
Now?
When the chips are down
Down?
You gotta lose all feelin
Now?
Your head goes round n? round

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Funny how the world revolves around my click
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain?t have shit (damn)
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
It?s amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum niggas?ll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
I?m the new nigga the others can?t stand
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me it?s the steel I pop
I?m on my grind so if you thought I chill, I?m not
gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: The Game]

Banks they think I?m yayos replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I?m signed to the Doctor I ain?t got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was playin my playstation
I heard 9 shots , I?m face down with my heart pacing
All I could think about as hidin? my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Police waitin? for a statement? (heart monitor beeps to flatline)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I?m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
A year past now, caw dead and L gone
And I?m sick, bought chopper with a long click
So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
Or lose a limb, please don?t get me confused with him (uh uh)
Cause I?m down to go a whole round, lose or win
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
I?m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)? broke nigga

[Chorus x2]

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Game - Westside Story Lyrics

Westside Story Lyrics - Game

[Verse 1]

Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians,
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans,
Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,
All these mutha fuckas been patiently waiting,
Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin,
The west coast neva 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,
And Westside Connection been had it locked bitch,
I'm in the rear view my guns is cockin,
I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,
All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,
Fought that, not guilty im back,
Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,
Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,
Homie i'll bring ur CA back,
And i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybachs,
All u old record labels tryin to advance,
Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man,

[chorus x2]

If you take a look in my eyes,
You see i'll be a gangsta till I die,
That California chronic got me so high,
Game tell them where your from,
Nigga westside!

[Verse 2]

I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,
Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics
Run up on my low-low you stop breathin,
Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini,
Gang bangin is real,
Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,
Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,
Keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum,
And get the clickin and clackin,
You'll homies will wanna kno what happened,
Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,
I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin,
Prior to rappin I was drug traffic, and
In the dope spot playin John Madden,
Homie I aint braggin, I took five,
If u wanna die run up on that black 745

[chorus x2]

[Verse 3]

New York New York, big city of dreams,
I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing,
Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring,
I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,
And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,
So i don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,
I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus,
Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,
You niggas is Nutzo, I'll take off ur roof,
Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe,
God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,
I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22,
Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser,
Got Compton on my back,
Im startin to feel the pressure,
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records

[chorus x2]

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Game - Westside Story F.t 50 Cent Lyrics

Westside Story F.t 50 Cent Lyrics - Game

Verse 1

Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians,
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans,
Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,
all these mutha fuckas been patiently waiting,
since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin,
the west coast neva 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 pop shit,
and westside connection been had it locked bitch,
i'm in the rear view my guns 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 im back,
niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,
got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,
homie i'll bring ur CA back,
and i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,
all u old record labels tryin to advance,
Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man,

(chorus) x2

If you take a look in my eyes,
you see i'll be a gangsta till I die,
that California chronic got me so high,
Game tell them where your from,
nigga westside!

Verse 2

I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,
gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics
run up on my low-low you stop breathin,
hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini,
gang bangin is real,
homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,
rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,
cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,
keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum,
and get the clickin and clackin,
you'll homies will wanna kno what happened,
come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,
I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin,
prior to rappin I was drug traffic, and
in the dope spot playin John Madden,
homie I aint braggin, I took five,
if u wanna die run up on that black 745

(chorus)x2

Verse 3

New York New York, big city of dreams,
I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing,
got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring,
I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,
and Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,
so i don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,
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 ur roof,
leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe,
God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,
I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22,
homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,
and i kno Compton don't play whether or not he left that shit on the dresser,
got Compton on my back,
im startin to feel the pressure,
im lyricly ?? rappin these Dre records

(chorus)x2

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Game - We Ain't Lyrics

We Ain't Lyrics - Game

[Man talking]
Haha
Ladies and gentlemen
You are now about to witness the strength of aftermath
Straight out the motherfuckin streets of compton
Put your hands together for Game Bitch! !

[Talking in the backround]

[Verse 1] Game
me and marshall aint start shit
they listen to our shit and talk shit about us
but that shit is fowl, when I try and feed my son
and drop multi-platinum albums
make my motha proud
that her son made it out
of his home when they hate us
and think Em a racist,
they say shit but fuck them, shady one of the greatest
like biggie and pac was,
we saw the throne was empty and decided to chase it
me him and fifty racin,
this rap shit is basic
I follow that J shit
Think of what I wana say step in da booth and one take it
How could I not sell a million when im rappin on Dre?s hit
And spit dat classical L.A. and N.W.A. shit
The media is bullshit, now we cant even say bitch
They accusing Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places
At first they embraced him, had a couple of facelifts
Now people wanna place him, with murderers and rapists
They comin I can taste it
Sware to god I erase them
Put da clip in an' waste em, and before I go out on dat fake shit
Im so sick and tired of diz black shit this white shit
So I sit here and write shit, Em they aint gunna like this
So they callin us

[Chorus] 2x
cuz we aint
goin
no where
so fuck you
[Em]
this day the game will never be da same
[Dre]
Things just aint the same fo' gangstaz
[Em]
the game, iznt the same, has changed, itz a new GAME
you now about to witness the power
[Man]
of GAME

[Verse2 ] Eminem
only Dre can
judge me for the mistakes I'm makin
if im fakin, im clay aiken [Gun shot]
you aint fifty, and you aint game
you lame, you tame, bitch you mild sauce
you aint ready to make that flame switch
youll end up in the same situation, same shit
different day, just with different gangstas and you face which
way do you wana face, when your brains hit pavement
think of what youll say to Pasteur Mase and save it
for the day, they got the afradavids wavin
in my face lookin for answers raps sensation
eminem battles a water of accusations
that he had somebody blasted, the mask of Jason
was found at the scene of the task with maskin tape and
the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case
and they asked him to clean up his act you bastards wastin
to much time me no kiss ass and if dats da case then..
we aint goin. . .

[Chorus] 2x
cuz we aint
goin
no where
so fuck you
[Em]
this day the game will never be da same
[Dre]
Things just aint the same fo' gangstaz
[Em]
the game, iznt the same, has changed, itz a new GAME
you now about to witness the power
[Man]
of GAME

[Verse 3] Game
Loc get Dre on the fone quick
tell him Em just killed me on my own shit
im walkin through 8 mile startin to get home sick
imma do shady numbers im ridin my own dick
ya da chrome sick, da windows tinted
if eminem is anybody im a unda da penalty
these niggaz is killin them
take a minute to listen
turn down my Jimmy Hendrix
I throw your demo out the window
Telling me its hot, when its not
And you got, what you got
From the rocks, On the block
You could stop, telling Dre you got shot
With a glock, that don't fade me
Im crazzi, why the fuck you think im rymin with shady
I don?t care if the radio don?t play me
I say what I say
When I feel like im feelin today
It gets hard when these bitches see my car in the street
I cant even take my son to cop them g-unit sneaks
So im gone bitch . . .

[Chorus] 2x
cuz we aint
goin
no where
so fuck you
[Em]
this day the game will never be da same
[Dre]
Things just aint the same fo' gangstaz
[Em]
the game, iznt the same, has changed, itz a new GAME
you now about to witness the power
[Man]
of GAME

[Talking till the end]

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Game - Touchdown Lyrics

Touchdown Lyrics - Game

When I touchdown
That California feeling's in the atmosphere
You know, you know, you know
When I touchdown
It's wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here
When I touchdown

Kick the Roberto Cavalli'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 what's next
Do you love me? Yes
Do you want me? Yes

Then let me rub this oil all on your flesh
Take you out of them Vicky's 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

I'ts over, climb up on my chest
I wore that ass out
Girl just rest

When I touchdown
That California feeling's in the atmosphere
You know, you know, you know
When I touchdown
It's wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here
When I touchdown

When I step up in the club
You know it's 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

It's so real, so real, so for real

Candy rain drippin' down your window
Close the curtains and take off your clothes
I'll make you say ooo ooo ooo
(When I touch, when I touch)

When I touchdown
That California feeling's in the atmosphere
You know, you know, you know
When I touchdown
It's wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here
Touchdown

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
Every time I look at you I wanna smash
Get inside you and mash
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 two, let's 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

When I touchdown
That California feeling's in the atmosphere
You know, you know, you know, ahh
When I touchdown
It's wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here
When I touchdown

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Game - This Is How We Do Lyrics

This Is How We Do Lyrics - Game

Chorus 2x- 50

This is how we do
we make em move and act a fool while we up in the club
this is how we do
nobody do it like we do
so show us some love

verse 1- Game

fresh like ohhh
impala ohhh
crome hydraulics 808 drums
u dont want none
nigga betta run
when beef is on i pop that trunk
come get some pistol grip punk
if a nigga step on my white air ones
since red rums
ready hear it come compton
dre found me in a slump
selling that skunk
one hand on my gun
i was selling rocks while master p was saying ungh!
buck pass the blunt
cuz g-unit girls just wanna have fun
coke and rum
got weed on the tongue
i'm bangin with my hand
up her dress like ohh
i'll make her cum
purple haze in my lungs
whole gang in the front
in case a nigga wanna stunt

verse 2- 50 cent

i put lamborgini doors on the escalade
low pro so low look like im riding on a blades
in one year man a nigga so paid
i have a straight bitch on the telly going both ways
touch me tease me kiss me please me
i give it to u just how u like it girl
u now rocking the best trey 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
see i aint got to class
i'm from no bottom i came up too fast
the hell if i care
i'm here to get my cash
bougi ass bitches u could kiss my ass

chorus- 50 cent

verse 3- Game

in the gold daytona
or that cherry 6-4
white walls so clean it loooks like i'm riding on spokes
hit one switch man
that ass so low
cali got nyggas in ny riding on hundred spokes
touch me tease me kiss me please me
i give it to u just how u like it girl
u now rocking wit the best 4 pound on my hip
gold chain on my chest

verse 4- 50 Cent

50 ahh
bentley ohh
em came and got a nigga fresh out of slump
aoutomatic gun fuck a one on one
para your ass punk a punk nigga you done
homey it's game time

verse 5- Game

you ready here it comes
call lloyd banks and get this motherfucker crunk
it took two months
but 50 got it done
signed wit g-unit had niggas like huh?
dont try to front
i leave your ass slumped
thinking i'm a punk
get your fucking head lumped
50 got a gun

verse 6- 50 Cent

ready here it comes
got a sick ven-detta to get this ched-da
meet my ba-retta
the drama setta
sip ama-retta
my flow sounds, better
then average on track
i'm a savage
i'll damage any nigga tryin to front on my clique
G-UNIT!

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Game - The Documentary Lyrics

The Documentary Lyrics - Game

[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 blocks
Now every rapper claim
He let his clique pop
But even myself told the gun
To know the 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 incarceration
Media think im fakin like mason
But when it comes to mase
Fuck R Kelly i dont take it in the face
I find out who sprayed it
And im 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
I told Ed Lover and Monie 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 dot your I's
You'll 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 fellin 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 dude is sick)
The prodigy of Doc Dre.
I could finally put the shoes on
Now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube 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 im Gorilla Black!!!

[CHORUS x2]

(DOCUMENTARY)

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Game - That's Presidents Lyrics

That's Presidents Lyrics - Game

Death before dishonor
Ride with weap' up, 'cause niggaz tryin' to dent my armor
Cold streets, Telly Mac keep the guns on 'em
They wanna know how that nigga from California
Could run up on ya on any corner

Put somethin' on ya
How I stuff bricks in the 6 with no crack aroma
Dawg, I'm just livin' for the moment
I'm from Compton homey, but I'm like a center for Milwaukee

'Cause I play for the Bucks and I keep the 40 on me
Gotta keep the chrome-y, gotta keep my back to the wall
Wait for Q to rock me up, like cavi dawg
Speakin of lle', I put 8 in, 10 jump back hard
And watch my money come back like Jordan in charge

I'm like the black Yankees, they don't want me around no more
'Cause I hold the record for the most fiends roamin' the boulevard
And when I'm on the boulevard, catch me behind the wheel
Of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill

Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president

Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president

It's Telly and young Game, the hustler, ho juggler, coke smuggler
No matter what the hustle, dough doublin'
Yale or the rock, give me a day and a spot
And I bet, I'll come back with 10K in the drop

I'll stay in the spot, wearin' a crop and coppin' ounces
Telly Mac and Game the hustler, we rock the house
And plus we the reason that the blocks is out
So my words to the wise is just watch your mouth

And you don't want it when the stainless out
What the game about, the bullets is in, your brains is out
All over Frisco and Compton dawg, we ruthless
And the truth is y'all niggaz can't stop us dawg

So why the fuck you wanna knock us off
Like we some high-powered cowards
And y'all really the niggaz that's soft
Still across the train tracks, we turn 'caine crack
It's Telly Mac and Game the hustler, you can't change that

Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president

Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president

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Game - Start From Scratch Lyrics

Start From Scratch Lyrics - Game

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 it 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 Person 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 grime
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 "shyne"
dre said its my turn
he call it game time
23" lexanis bitches call 'em Lebrons
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 cool Nigga Person 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 ??? 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.....

Start from scratch

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Game - Special Lyrics

Special Lyrics - Game

[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 gun be all boogo 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
Whether 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 startdiling,
The prince of compton meets the queen of harlem
First date at mr choas it was coushier? i would coach ya
La pearl, guccie, lou, finde, prada, douche
Runnin circles in my living room, tearing up sofas
Meclarin or 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 sty way)"?
And girl im not trying to excite you,
Im tryna wife you, bamboo earing, white air nike you
Ya

[chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg]
Girl ill do anything to make you feel special
Man its easy to see you special to me
Whether 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
Whether 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 lou 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
Whether we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, your special

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Game - South Side (Feat. Lil' Scrappy) Lyrics

South Side (Feat. Lil' Scrappy) Lyrics - Game

[Southside] X2

[CHORUS] [Game (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 cripled
like some frosted flakes
what you call it sneakin up
tha man Jake the snake
and if a 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 dashed and crunk
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
even if you 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 beat up
im rockin with g-unit
so yall sake get they ass lumped
your homeboy really going
through something
i cant change
??????????????
you look lame

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2] [Game]

the reallest of niggas
i role wit them killas (yeah)
the world gotta feel us
my clique is gorilla
you niggas in trouble
im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing
you aint gotta know
im sigend to Dre to know the heat 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 ????????
im a head busta, lil scrappy
when the lead touch ya
and they aint no comming back when you dead
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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Game - Runnin Feat. Tony Yayo Lyrics

Runnin Feat. Tony Yayo Lyrics - Game

[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 Put my desert eagles on girl
Just Jumped 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 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

[Chorus]

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Game - Put You On The Game Lyrics

Put You On The Game Lyrics - Game

[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.
I show you where the bloods at where the crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at

[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]

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Game - Put You On The Game (PO Clean Edit) Lyrics

Put You On The Game (PO Clean Edit) Lyrics - Game

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.

I show you where the bloods at where the KRYPTS at

Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at


[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 a ?pearl?

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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Game - No More Fun & Games Lyrics

No More Fun & Games Lyrics - Game

[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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Game - My Confession (feat. Lil' Eazy) Lyrics

My Confession (feat. Lil' Eazy) Lyrics - Game

[Game]
This is my confession
you can take time to listen
or turn your back on me
but this is my confession
the life of a troubled child
who grew up to be a gangsta
look at me now

[Game]
how the fuck would you feel?
if you had to share every meal
everynight, with your foster brothers and sisters
I think about my mom and I missed her
nights after watching the A-Team, when I kissed her
I use to want to be Mr. T or Murdock
which one was it? uhh... then I heard shots
it must be coming from 133rd block
where them westside piru niggas, burst pop
and the crips ain't far away
you got nutty block, great street, and the P.J's
where niggas 15 years old with beards like freeway
and you can die over he say and she say
like "your cousin told my brothers baby momma"
that game done started that drama
in the projects
yea the same ones that they said Carmelo got robbed at
but I talked to him, he said it didn't happen
nigga you play ball, I'll be the rapper

[Game]
this is my confession
you can take time to listen
or turn your back on me
but this is my confession
the life of a troubled child
who grew up to be a gangsta
look at me now

[Lil Eazy-E]
everybody wanna know about Eazy son
til I raise my white tee and they seen the gun
yea, the second coming of a nigga with an attitude, Out of compton
100 miles, miles and running
Kelly Park to the Rucker, they dont like me to fuck em
this shit in my blood, so I'ma die a hustla
its nothing
when we ride threw your hood busting
that '64 impala the same color as mustard
Eric Wright Jr. nigga the shoe fit
never thought id be in New York fucking with Whoo Kidd
you niggas is stupid, homie im the blueprint
blue chucks on green, make walking a blue pit
745 same blue tint
the diary of a mad man, heres my 2 cents
I stare at my pops eye when he was in his last days
how he goin from bronchitis, and die from AIDs?
fuck that!

[Game]
DAMN!

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Game - Like Father, Like Son Lyrics

Like Father, Like Son Lyrics - Game

[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 ? I just cut the umbilical cord"
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Come on.

[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 yo 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. ? 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 ?, 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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Game - Intro Lyrics

Intro Lyrics - Game

"Intro"

[A Man]
Alot of people are advocated that the rich gets richer and the poor gets poorer.
Thats only because you dont understand
whats going to happen to you, you see its all just a game ladies and gentlemen,
and the quality of your living depends entirely upon your ability to play the game,
and i play the game.......

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Game - I'm Looking Lyrics

I'm Looking Lyrics - 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

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)

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 nicks 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

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)

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 front lines 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

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)

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