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(Intro:)
Now where's the shit? The shit? The shit! Nigga whatsup man? Come on kill that noise man, let's just get the shit, Don't worry, you'll get the shit, You'll be, Knee deep in shit! (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggas) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggas) (Verse 1:) I let the whole world know that I can't be stopped, Even without Doc I'm still from the (Streets of Compton), Yeah nigga I said it, and I'ma stay on top, Like a hoodrat with bomb ass cock, Run up in 'em like these rap niggas, I ain't gotta clap niggaz, End your career with one line like that niggaz, Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, Let it jump, Killa-for-ni-a is where I'm from, 3 wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out, All the way to my nigga Daz house, He always gotta big bad bitch from Long Beach, She a known freak and she gotta long reach, She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it, never back down, 'specially when Al Green in the background, Now bitch hit the weed and turn that ass round, It's time to bring back Chronic into Doggystyle, Westcoast niggaz still holdin' shit down, (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z) (Verse 2:) I'm back on the cover of the Source and the XXL, Floatin' all through the (Streets of Compton), I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef, and more straps, That's what the fuck I call "Gangsta rap", I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turn enemies, Streets kept me laced like bloods dipped in hennesse, You niggaz act like the Game can't roll 'em out, One man show still sell a motherfucker out, We know Dre still sell a motherfucker out, 'cus everybody here from the (Streets of Compton), We got crip niggaz, blood niggaz, assays, asians, Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces, I kept you niggaz waiting had to take you back to the basics, Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Daitons, Everytime your bitch hear my voice she masturbating, I run though hoes like Walter Payton on the daily, I got your main bitch swallowing my babies, (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggaz) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggaz) I'm the Westcoast Rakim, got you niggaz blocked in, Glass house parked sideways on the stock rims, New school, old school mentality, Translation - Four pumps and twelve batteries, Hydraulics make the world go round, Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down, For she end up like superhead, giving superhead, Every nigga in the industry now fuck superhead, And I might just fuck her too, If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the (Streets of Compton), Rolling down Green Leaf smoking on that green leaf, With a Mac 10 like I was born on Queen's Street, Murder MCs like I was born in Queen's Bridge, That how I show you palm niggas where the King is, And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock, I'm in the Hall Of Fame next to Snoop, behind 'Pac, I got the whole motherfucking world locked, (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggas) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggas) (Outro:) Everybody wanna know what the fuck is going on, Am I signed to Aftermath? Interscope? What's up with Geffen? I'ma just say it like this: One day I walked in the motherfuckin' house, And all my shit was gone. |
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(Intro)
(Game whispering) Dre, I see dead people (Junior Reid) Modern vampires of the city! I taste blood! Bloooooood! Blo-od! (Game) Yo Dre, thought I was dead West Coast (Verse 1) I'm the doctor's advocate, nigga Dre shot cha Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the Doctor The Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin With him no more, It's okay, I get it poppin Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala Drink Cris', throw it up, call the shit hydraulics Then piss in a cup, call the shit Hypnotiq I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit Chronic And you new niggaz ain't shit but new niggaz Bathing Ape shoe niggaz, I'm talking to you niggaz Bounce in the 6-4, throwing up Westside man Sell another five million albums, Yes I am Fresh like damn, this nigga did it again A hundred thousand on his neck, LA above the brim Inside the lambo, shotgun with snoop What would the motherf**kin' west coast be without one crip and (Chorus) One blood {*4X*} Blood {*9X*} One blood {*4X*} (Verse 2) I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala Where niggaz say where you from, we don't ever say holla Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side Niggaz in New York know how to throw up the west side Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me I made room for Jeezy, but the rest of you niggaz Better be glad you breathin, All I need is one reason I'm the king and Dre said it, the west coast need me I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin me Everybody know that I'm the aire to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make shit for the club What DJ gonna turn down a 38 snub You 38 and you still rappin? Ugh I'm 26 nigga, so is the doves In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge When the chronic smoke clear, all you gonna hear is (Chorus) (Verse 3) I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay What's beef when you getting head in the 6-Tre And the double game chains, I keep 'em on display Black t-shirt so all you see is the A Turn on the TV and all you see is the A You niggaz better make up a dance and try and get radio play Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't going away I don't regret what I spit cause I know what I say And niggaz talking bout me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock No bean, no silencer, I know when to pop Wait til Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot I had the number 1 billboard spot Niggaz stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top I'm Big, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac This ain't shit but a warning until my album drops (Chorus) - 2X |
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It's the home of Ameirca's gangsta rap
The place of danger Where the Gangsta's boogie, Gangsta's boogie, Gangsta's boogie, Gangsta's boogie Where the cops is crooked, and the bitches is killas And da niggas hold in down like black gorillas Where the Gangstas boogie, Gangstas boogie, Gangstas boogie Nigga-Nigga-Nigga-Nigga, Im from COOOMPTOOON The Game on fire, check da gold wires Hip Hop on lock some some muthafuckin' pliers. Me and "Will i am' yeh we take niggas higher, Nigga talkin' shit? get yo fuckin' mouth wired Walkin' through Compton, Eazy still alive, Wave ya hat to da back, throw ya dubs in da sky My flow Streight wicked , sit back while i kick it And do it like Dre did it, NWA did it. I cook crack like da first nigga that ever brought a brick from a Ese Nigga I can write a essay, about all the gangsta niggas that i seen low ridin In they Chevy's with a bitch ridin shotgun, reppin LA Crips, Bloods, homes goin loco My glock to me, is like Ice Cube and yoyo, sittin in a low-low All chrome spinners, Nobody droppin nothin this winter Nigga I'm from... CHORUS Nigga I smoke chronic, aint shit changed Since Yung MC and Eazy E was rappin we all in da same game Saw niggaz chain hang, other niggas gang-bang I do both cause im da King of the muthafuckin' westcoast Kick da door open, "Will, lets go", flow like esco N.Y. niggaz say im da best, yo Hard like Timbo, blowin on indo' Niggaz try to play me, get strecthed put like a limo I was shoppin crack while Dre was bangin my demo And all you old niggas is washed up like N.O. Dont take it da wrong way, i got love for my kinfolk Can i get a moment of silence, Will bang da instrumental I spit for my niggaz in da line-up That'll never see the sun again, so i close my blinds up First album, sold em out Impalas, roll em out Cause da whole muthafuckin' world wanna know about.. CHORUS Welcome to da city of G's Where we eat fried chicken, rice and black-eyed peas Fans got us Interscope?, like Jimmy Ivine Cause we RUTHLESS, like will, before blackeyed peas Fuck all rappers, look at all the hate i see Im sick, you cant get rid of me, im HIV Nigga get another job, Hip Hop is not hirin Im da reason Dre feel comfortable retirin I just might put out D-TOX myself Smoke so much, i check in detox. myself One man army, took out Reeboks myself .45 in my khakis gotta watch my health Im so hard nigga, glock 17, quick draw nigga Like the old me, 17, sippin malt liquor All black khaki suit, all black converse Nigga imma keep on stompin, comin straight outta.. CHORUS |
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(Verse 1)
As my Daytons spin low-rider sittin low Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Ragtop 6-4, Henny in the passenger side Smokin chronic just let me ride You would do it if my name was Dre Second comin mothafucker Throw it up for the king of LA I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft I'm hard as a mothafuckin ounce of raw Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounced the ball Fuck the law Feedin my son is a must Whip it soft, whip it hard In crack we trust Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the twenty? G Answer: cocaine been around for centuries Since I'm young, black and rich I'm the public enemy Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy (Chorus) *scratching* I got the remedy *scratching* Aftermath got the remedy *scratching* Nigga back up, back up, back up, back up 'Fore you get your punk ass smoked (Verse 2) I ain't no joke, G So don't provoke me I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy An' starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked "Where you from fool?" Better say you pro-black 'Cause walkin in Roscoe's with your chain hangin Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gang-bangers Now that 'Pac passed Tryin to put us on death row Get ready for the aftermath I run through the city like Godzilla Doin more damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killer Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy There go another victim of a 1-8-7 Who's the grim reaper with your life in his hand? Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go blam So kick back and watch the bitches dance N.W.A. is back, now let me see your mothafuckin hands (Chorus) (Verse 3) I'm back by popular demand And so all black interior on a cherry red 6-4 Niggas endin they careers tryin to shut me up Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up The West coast still pimpin Game still bloodin, and Snoop still crippin So what you sayin lo (?) Red and blue bandana tied in a knot As I creep through the chronic smoke They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes Three-wheelin' through the neighborhood, system on blast As the motherfuckin one-time passed (?) The key to drive-bys is to aim steady Turn that fake (?) into confetti When you cross that enemy line, close your eyes Parental discretion is advised |
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[Verse 1] Pull the rag off the six-fo', Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go, The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone, The D's is chrome, the frame is black. (So watch it lift up) Till the motherfucker bounce and break, And knock both of the screws out the licence plate. Let the games begin, These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims, Shit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin. It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem, In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms, Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend. Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round, And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down. (Put your 'cris up!) If you feel the same way, Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA [Hook] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back, (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass, (If I could fit the whole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash, In a blunt, call it Aftermath [Verse 2] Somebody tell me where the drinks at, Where the bitches at, You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back. I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks, Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see? The protégé of the D R E, You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me, And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve, Got something in my waist that you can't touch either, That's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods, I'm in the club on some gangsta shit. (So nigga twist up) Light another dub, Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club. Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing, Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string, I fuck a different bitch seven days a week, Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat. [Hook] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back, (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass, (If I could fit the whole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash, In a blunt, call it Aftermath [Verse 3] Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now Look at me now, Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down, I'm The Game, nigga Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga Remember that, Dre You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray, Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes, Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race. Now watch it bounce, Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down. {When you hit the club) Tell 'em you came with me, (We gonna twist up) In the V.I.P. It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre, Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre. Same Impala, different spokes Same chronic, just a different smoke. [Hook] (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back, (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass, (If I could fit the hole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch (Pop bottles and twist up) Roll up chronic and hash, In a blunt, call it Aftermath |
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"Too Much" (feat. Nate Dogg) [The Game] I'm from the old hood, somethin like yo' hood Where niggaz don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good So we rock it like Tracy McGrady Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans Nigga I can't be fucked, like a lesbian I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One: The Game] Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump [Chorus Two: Nate Dogg] You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares? Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare Don't know how much atten-tion you pay You better be ready to die, in this game [The Game] I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef clown, my son three now And I've been watchin Dre so long I'm makin beats now Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town I mean Chi-Town, fuck it it can go down Nigga I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo'-pound Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig I come back from the dead, tell 'em kill me again Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do? I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [The Game] Drive fast, both hands on the dash Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind Four doors, leather and wood Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood And I keep a chrome fo'-five under my hood So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane Long as my family straight, read this at my wake I gave 'em "The Documentary" and they scraped the plate Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face I can not, will not ever be replaced I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Nate Dogg] He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared You can't find your girl, she right here I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare 'Sides there's way too many hoes in here |
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(Chorus)
I only f**k with you on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I will be broke, if I would be with you That is why it's for one night (one one one one...)(Chorus) I'm a muthaf**kin' gang bangin' Nightmare Wake up mudaf**kers, I traded in my white Nike Airs For a red pair of converse, Back to the hood My own niggas actin' like I turned my back on the hood I used my rap money to put crack in the hood Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood I show niggas the Bentley, then let you drive it Gone for 2 days and I didnt even check the mileage When we was fighting with Crips it wasnt bout no dollars It was about selling dope to put our kids thru college I'm sittin' on the block reminiscing for hours whipping my tears 'cause now half of my niggas is cowards And I was still f**kin' with niggas after I got shot and didnt get one hospital visit My homie Snoop told me it be days like this It hurt my heart to say this shit (Chorus) I only f**k with you on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I will be broke, if I would be with you That is why it's for one night (one one one one...) Red bandanna in my back pocket I'm for real This aint no pastel color kacki suit and I aint Pharrell I don't front bout shit, I pull my gun bout shit And let everything fly to keep my son up out of this I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap Remember, the bullet holes in my son's car seat My baby momma found four shells I aint get one keep your head up All i got was keep it real, Keep it real my niggas? Last year alone I spent 1.5 mil on my niggas After the bullshit I stayed right there Took you to award shows there go Jay right there "Where?" "Right there" I had you niggas in suits, cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs I'm suppose to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear The last 12 months been a f**kin' nightmare (Chorus) This shit is worst then arguing with my bitch I done been through more up and downs then an Impala swith Get your hand out of my pocket nigga, go fish I was born by myself so I don't owe yall shit Nigga you tell me, what you want me to do Drop my son off at home and come bang with u? Oh now it's f**k Game, Naw Nigga f**k u I put that on my life, matter of fact that's on Piru And really is I can die too And end up in the cemetery, right beside you We can both ride, Angels flying over my head stone But the devils inside your box You wanted my shine so I gaved you ice Then I gaved you a second change & you played me twice Couldn't be a real homeboy to save your life I should of took Dr.Dre's advise |
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| 5:04 |
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(The Game)
Yo Bus, I think I got.... the answer to all my problems... (Busta Rhymes) The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that? (The Game) Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs) (Busta Rhymes) Look.... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig! (The Game) I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son... (Busta Rhymes) The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga! (The Game) One more shot.... (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... (The Game) (Verse 1) Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you, But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do, Remember, I'm from Compton too, I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits, I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92, I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you, I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru, Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice, Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop, Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots, So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you, I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do. If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track, And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped, When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... (The Game) (Verse 2) I never said thank you, and I took it for granted, You let me in your house and made me a part of your family, Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes, I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed, And even know sometimes I run loose, You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you, I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef, But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!', Now it's my turn to carry the torch, And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source, Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch? I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that! Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques, Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?' When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... (Busta Rhymes) (Verse 3) See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger, The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga, Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do, But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you, See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut, Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut, Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut, I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k, And as time went on, and he was working with the finest, I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance, You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it, So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it, With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction, The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen, But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like La, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, La, la, la... (Busta Rhymes) Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga! (The Game) I'm up man, I'm up... (Busta Rhymes) We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man! (The Game) This ain't my house... my house is.... is green! (Busta Rhymes) The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga! (The Game) I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga... (Busta Rhymes) Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker... (The Game) Just goin to the studio... (Busta Rhymes) (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga... |
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(Chorus)
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) Ridin' by gettin' high Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) Drive by homicide R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) (Verse 1) Once upon a time in the projects yo I watched my uncle Greg put D's on his six-fo' I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain Shopped crack and watched "Colors" and I soaked up game Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette 'Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain't like that He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac Crazy ass n**** wit' a Black Panther tat Kill a n**** cross him out on his Compton hat Told me when I got older I would understand that It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks 13 that's when I had my first (Chorus) (Verse 2) I was the first n**** wit' a Starter jacket on the block Used to build model cars and let the muthaf**kas hop Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin' rocks Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the dope spot Bought my first Converse thought I couldn't be stopped When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott Used to think that I was hard so I stole my brother's glock And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc I was drinkin' 40-ounces a lot And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy dropped I start bangin' red laces in my adidas Drinkin' out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by I was a menace to society But I never left fingerprints on my (Chorus) (Verse 3) I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip This is life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans? I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen Then I went to college basketball was my dream Quit the team 'cause I rather shoot rock wit' the fiends Wanted to be Freeway Rick He showed me how to turn a stolen 5.0 into a brick Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quik On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clip Hit my first switch same night f**ked my first bitch Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her tits She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my shit So I got her name tatted in (Chorus) Ol' English (x4) |
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| 4:29 |
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The Game
Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga, Sipping on Gin and Juice fill up your cups nigga, The Westcoast back crackin' like it's 94', So bitch get on your knees and give me head like it's 94', And don't come up for air 'til the beat drop, I'm the Doctors Advocate call it a sneak peak, at the mudafukn Detox, take note grab a pen, And let the world know the west is ridin' again, I Graduated from Dre's school top of my class, Treat my switches like my bitches got me dropping that ass, Still bangin' the chronic like doggiestyle came with it, And I roll a sticky on my bitch back while I hit it, I done been there, done that, had beefs and won that, 5 million records on 1 plaque I hung that, Still got Dr. Dre low ridin' in the 64', When you see us, throw it up for the fukin' Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, We low ridin' in the Westcoast, So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, You should take a trip and visit the West coast. Snoop Dogg Check game, I'm'a show you how to bang, Uncle Snoopy is it true you from that money game, All the time neph' I gotta let my nuts hang, A chest full of chains a left han' wit' a pinky ring, I'm in a steeler caps, Swisha Sweets peel em back, My lil' hood rat, baby got that mini mack, Baby got that 20 sack, baby got plenty that, Whatever you send it's my nugga, we gonna send it back I'm in the club, with the snub, getting' love, with 20 thousand Crips and 20 thousand Bloods, And we don't give a fuck about none of ya'll, And when you hit the city, you better holla at the Big Dogg, I done seen niggas hit LA and get dey chain snatched, Then they call me up, beggin' me to get dey chain back, What I look like the mudafukin Police, It's certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets, Especially when it comes to this Cali shit, And I ain't talkin' bout hangin' in the valley Bitch, Gang bang niggas all up in the alley Crip, On some real talk nigga we the real Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, We low ridin' in the Westcoast, So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, You should take a trip and visit the West coast. Xzibit Damn, I heard blue rag niggas ain't fucking with the red rag niggas, On the Westcoast (Fuck you mean), shit from what I seen, red and blue can make green, Black Wall Street and X-o-leen, Since jealousy breeds hatred, hatred breeds violence, Violence breeds enemies more permanent silence, California alliance, is more important than ever so throw it up, We low ridin' together (YEAH!) Make the Westcoast rise forever, esse's B's and C's represent your letter, Got Game the go getter, Xzibit the rhyme spitter, Snoop Dogg the boss, We gangster at all costs, ya'll niggas is so soft and pussies so fuck off, For one of my niggas draw that hammer and dump off, This kush you gon' cough, (Cough, Cough) Yeah inhale the smoke, Bandana hang, Bang the coast my nigga. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, We low ridin' in the Westcoast, So I'm'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, You should take a trip and visit the Westcoast |
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| 14. |
| 3:38 |
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You got them funny ass colors on
Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on (The Game) Gettin' my Bang on Red strings on luis vuitton kicks luis vuitton frames on luis vuitton belt holdin' the 4,5 You know who I am bitch I'm Mr. Westside (Daz) This west west, It's nothin Get your pistols, get your flags Gangsters, we let us have? We cock it back and blast Like booyaka booyaka We lay the party down Ga, Ga, Game Dog Pound (The Game) Everybodddyyy Geettt dooowwnnn (Kurupt) Punk nigga, I nurture and breed I aint never gaved a f**k bout a bitch's needs And bitch niggas try to invade our town I'mma lay them down Spray the K and get out (The Game) Say goodbye to the 6,4 Hello to the 6 tray He aint never seen hydraulics Look at his bitch face Up..Down, now watch my shit scrape Daz call Snoop Imma Crip walk to get Dre And Blood bounce back, heat on the track Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq Trow an O' in a pot and watch it bounce right back Like that, Like that, Like that You got them funny ass colors on Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on (Daz) We street connected Respect that I get is pathetic When I did it, I must of admit it a nigga gon rep it Lil homies around here constantly on smash mode Lil niggas with pistols just blowin out our assholes Bang is how we givin' The culture that we livin Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison Real niggas for life, the routes of the G tree NWA Dr. D.R.E (The Game) We not S.T.A.R.'s We don't put stars on our shoes bitch We put the whole car on the shoes? We don't wanna see my car on the news I set it off like Queen Latifah Red Beam on the lina (Kurupt) Bang out Trippin in trafic, dippin the classics Dippin the classics, Whippin that asses Hood niggas ready to get it Your bitch can get it 'cause I know she'll suck a dick in less then a minute 'cause imma have to show them where the house at Two milli mac's, Semi Automatic situation on clap, In the back with a sac Cadillac all black like this and like that Bang, Broken like glass and plastic Bang out on them with a mask on plastic We got access to mask and plastic's? Purchase last week DPGC You got them funny ass colors on Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on (The Game)Here come out them out of town niggas What up Blood (Kurupt)What up cuz They don't even know Tupac first album was (The Game)Should I tell them Blood? (Kurupt)Naw, f**k em loc (The Game)Me amd Kurupt 3 weelin' on then Hundred spokes (Kurupt)Gas, Brake, Bounce and scrape (The Game)Run up in the 6,4 see the AK *bang* Like Easy *bang* Like Dre *bang* Like Snoop *bang* In LA *bang* Like Crips and Blood from that one? Where Bath and ape Hoodie get strip in a club? Like a bitch in a club, Watch em strip in a club You like ice creams, Get a banana split in a club No Jewelery, you cant wear shit in the club And that goes for every nigga and bitch in the club So you better take it off before you get in the club Game and Dogg Pound outside sittin' on dubs Remember that You got them funny ass colors on Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on |
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| 4:02 |
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Jamie Fox
I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. The Game She like black Bentley coupes, Black daytons, Black interior, Black ridin' shotgun, Black 4.5, Black Air Ones, Bangin' the Black Album, Track number 1, She like that Jay shit, That's her favorite, If it's gonna get me the pussy, I'ma play that shit, If she bite too hard, I'ma say that shit, But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit, Marques Houston I don't play that shit, By the time we got half way through watching Ray I hit, I layed her down, Beat it up, Let her go clean it up, Take a five minute nap wake up and eat it but, Then there's part two in the sauna, Feel like I'm f**kin' Mary J. 'cause she don't want no drama, I'd rather take your ass to the Bahamas And give you 30,000 and month like Diddy baby mama Jamie Fox I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. The Game Picture me thuggin', Picture me loving you like Bobby love Whitney, Now picture me f**kin', Pullin' your ponytail, Smackin' you on the ass, Tellin' you how I can take you all around the world, That nigga can't do it like this, Even Beyonce couldn't move it like this, She only f**k with soldiers, That's her shit, I hate to admit it But I love my bitch so much, I'm sittin' outside in the Benz, Thinking back to Dre's house when I f**ked her best friend, The pussy wasn't nothing, Now I'm dealin' with the diary of a mad black woman with Louis Vuitton luggage, She told me she was tired of The Game and rap, Quit like Mase then she came right back, I told you the bitch sex was whack, And you're all I need, Even Jamie know that Jamie Fox I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. The Game You know what they say, More money, More problems, More drama, Means more marijuana and less baby mama, You know I love you like I love my shoes, But even white Air Force Ones come in twos, Yeah I like her and I like you too, What's wrong, She my bitch and you my boo, She got a Range Rover sport, You got a Bentley coupe, She take my clothes to the cleaners, You take Harlem to school, I gave her your birthday bag so I made a mistake, And Oprah don't f**k with that no more anyway, I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through, But I ain't going nowhere, I got a kid with you, Why we always got to argue about Super Head's book, She suck my dick with a condom on after that I shook, And when she start talkin' about buying a ring, I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing Jamie Fox I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. |
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| 16. |
| 9:22 |
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(Nas - Intro)
Y'all know what it is... The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it.. Can't hate us.... Fellas... (Nas - Verse 1) Vice behind me on the intersection, Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection, Dress superb, admired by conspirers, Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up, Child of the eighties, y'all niggas is lazy, Complain about labour pains, nigga show me the baby, And my nigga Game, light another L, pass the bottle, Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles, Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin', Witnessin' you rockin'(?) with Nas, confirmed my suspicion, Green fatigues on, My niggas I bleed for 'em, I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it, And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich, And still I don't abort 'em (?) when and if they sink quick, Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge, And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live... (Marsha- chours) (The Game) I don't talk about my guns, niggaa I just blaze.... (The Game - Verse 2) 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin', While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin', To every nigga listenin' I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening. And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole, Cam got shot inside his lambo', sample, life is a gamble, 15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo', Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle, I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game, Niggaa with an attitude from the cloth I came, Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain. Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted, I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it, Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it. Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, Nigga (Marsha- chours) (Verse 3) Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me, How you gon' pass the dutchie (?) to them niggas that don't love me, I'm talkin' niggas that never wanted to see me on top, Same niggas that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not, I'll f**k you rap niggas like virgins, Dre took my training wheels off his curtains. I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers, The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career, The ending of yours, the endin of his, Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz, Nigga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite line, Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines, And I still think about my nigga from time to time, Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind, But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin like that, He aint Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin off rap. One love. (8 Bars) I'll do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless. I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old though. (Marsha- chours) |
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