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from Notorious B.I.G. - Duets: The Final Chapter [Expicit Version] (2005) | |||||
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from The Game - Ghost Unit (2005) | |||||
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from The Game - Black Monday (2007) | |||||
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from The Game - Ain't No Doubt About It [single] (2010)
(Justin)
I just wanna touch ya, yeah The way you move (The way you move) Oh you make me love it, yeah 'Cause lady you cool (Justin n Pharrell) That's the way (That's the way) Keep movin baby (Keep movin baby) Tell your girls (Tell your girls) To come join the table (come join the table) And don't you worry (don't you worry) Just keep movin boo (keep movin boo) 'Cause you're the star (you're the star) Everybody lookin at you (said they lookin at you) And there ain't no doubt about it Girl, the way you move And there ain't no doubt about it Hey girl, Baby you cool (Game n Justin) G-A-M-E drop top bentley Gucci belt-buckle, fresh outta Italy Ima balla, literally Haters are swine flu They killin me I'm lookin down on ya from where the ceiling be Me n my niggas swarm Oh you like the killa bees My chick ridin shotgun Billie Jean Half Belizean and half from The Philippines Niggas energy Its like they got the heave Seekin me Thinkin' they wanna 9 milli-me But they ain't fo' that rat-tat-tat-tat My bullets sing like they registered at ASCAP Need I say more (?) Everything i do exotic (?) Mr. Red Carpet, I don't do awards If you want it, I done it Five million on tour Fo 'sho I just wanna touch ya, yeah The way you move (the way you move) Oh you make me love it, yeah 'Cause lady you cool That's the way (That's the way) Keep movin baby (Keep movin baby) Tell your girls (Tell your girls) To come join the table (come join the table) And don't you worry (don't you worry) Just keep movin boo (keep movin boo) 'Cause you're the star (you're the star) Everybody lookin at you (said they lookin at you) And there ain't no doubt about it Girl, the way you move And there ain't no doubt about it Baby you cool Yo Pharrell I'm ri-ridiculous So so sick with it You can call me cancer But I don't smoke cigarettes Come through in a 'Rari Same color as licorice If I ain't with them, my bitch be like My niggas, shit, Haters beware I can see clear Through these lens on this black Louis V yeah Something 'bout Mary Make me wanna blow up And P got the dziaq for me when I show up (yeah) Whip game crazy I call it (?) You're a big fish till you swim with piranhas Used to call me dope Game When I cop from Jose Now I play Roosevelt and i cop (?) Niggas be lyin (?) California slim license plate Saint-Tropez Eaten wit a table for a two place lobsters Been a mobsters since a two way, holla |
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from The Game - Black Monday (2007) | |||||
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from Compton Menace - Ain`t No Changing Me (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Game) [digital single] (2013) | |||||
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from Compton Menace - Ain`t No Changing Me (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Game) [digital single] (2013) | |||||
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from Compton Menace - Ain`t No Changing Me (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Game) [digital single] (2013) | |||||
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from Compton Menace - Ain`t No Changing Me (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Game) [digital single] (2013) | |||||
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from The Game - Jesus Piece (2012) | |||||
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from Big Money Business [omnibus] (2011) | |||||
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from The Game - The R.E.D. Album (2011) | |||||
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from The Game - Jesus Piece (2012) | |||||
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from The Game - The R.E.D. Album (2011)
♡ Sexy
mimi6199 Bite The Dust Pussycat D.. Sexy Bitch (feat. Akon) David Guet.. Sexy Love Ne-Yo 곡 183 | 담기 6 | 추천 2 |
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from Big Money Business [omnibus] (2011) | |||||
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from The Game - LAX [Expicit Version] (2008) | |||||
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
ange.. angel.. ange.. angel)
Verse 1 - Common I spent my day so, first I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful faitful walks I take in the woods, thinkin whats good, things that I cant change I should things I cant, need to be understood th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from the hood for a second at least, I'm ressurectin the peace pipes the Indians used to like, we called it chief, right stepping on the leafs right, to reach heights th-th-th-that I never seen, its so so evergreen some use it for medicine, or to write better things I was in amsterdam, man, bike pedaling to the nature spot, to taste the flavors they got my eyes drop, I like it alot.. yeah, an angel Chorus I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm riding with my (angel) going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels) oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel) she takes me high, she will always be my (angel) Verse 2 - The Game th-the way that I rhyme, loc, is mine like the first time you heard Mary J and you were standing in line to purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind and I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago zen and like Chicago winds, I was once a street disciple rockin every jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael that made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I wanted to die prolly cuz the angel dust was fuckin with my third eye so I start hip hop and I understand why Common used to love her she got me open so I even had, had but I used the rubber, cuz she was married to Rakim so I bought me a gold chain, pretendin that I was him so I can get close to the girl I loved the most but she left Cali and went on tour with Ne-Yo and Ghost Big gave her one more chance, and she took Big down I should've knew it, shot G, and 'Pac told ya she get around (chorus) Verse 3 - The Game (fly away, fly away) my love for her's not about jewelry or cars I love her cuz she love me, just for who I are who I is, who I am, resembles the rims on the Lam' I shine like Shyne when Barington Levy was sayin Diddly Whoa! I got love for the streets, peace to New York and every hood in the East before I was ducking cops, gunshots, I used to be an LA Dodger, now I'm a (angel) from the city of lost souls, Impalas and polished gold between the car, and the rims, we got alot of chrome your hood not alone, they knockin, we not at home and when they bust in, we not Cesar, but got it wrong cuz they tryna wire phones, I'm talkin Verizon phones the ones they put wires on, they got us on tap but I put wires on, my Bentley, in fact I spit it through the wires on a Kanye track (chorus) Outro - Common yeah, it's The Game and Common spread your wings, follow your dreams things will be so serene, L-A and the Chi as a team yeah, angel supreme, yeah, keep on yeah, its for the world boy, we do it forever, yeah |
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from The Game - LAX [International Version] (2008)
ange.. angel.. ange.. angel)
Verse 1 - Common I spent my day so, first I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful faitful walks I take in the woods, thinkin whats good, things that I cant change I should things I cant, need to be understood th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from the hood for a second at least, I'm ressurectin the peace pipes the Indians used to like, we called it chief, right stepping on the leafs right, to reach heights th-th-th-that I never seen, its so so evergreen some use it for medicine, or to write better things I was in amsterdam, man, bike pedaling to the nature spot, to taste the flavors they got my eyes drop, I like it alot.. yeah, an angel Chorus I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm riding with my (angel) going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels) oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel) she takes me high, she will always be my (angel) Verse 2 - The Game th-the way that I rhyme, loc, is mine like the first time you heard Mary J and you were standing in line to purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind and I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago zen and like Chicago winds, I was once a street disciple rockin every jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael that made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I wanted to die prolly cuz the angel dust was fuckin with my third eye so I start hip hop and I understand why Common used to love her she got me open so I even had, had but I used the rubber, cuz she was married to Rakim so I bought me a gold chain, pretendin that I was him so I can get close to the girl I loved the most but she left Cali and went on tour with Ne-Yo and Ghost Big gave her one more chance, and she took Big down I should've knew it, shot G, and 'Pac told ya she get around (chorus) Verse 3 - The Game (fly away, fly away) my love for her's not about jewelry or cars I love her cuz she love me, just for who I are who I is, who I am, resembles the rims on the Lam' I shine like Shyne when Barington Levy was sayin Diddly Whoa! I got love for the streets, peace to New York and every hood in the East before I was ducking cops, gunshots, I used to be an LA Dodger, now I'm a (angel) from the city of lost souls, Impalas and polished gold between the car, and the rims, we got alot of chrome your hood not alone, they knockin, we not at home and when they bust in, we not Cesar, but got it wrong cuz they tryna wire phones, I'm talkin Verizon phones the ones they put wires on, they got us on tap but I put wires on, my Bentley, in fact I spit it through the wires on a Kanye track (chorus) Outro - Common yeah, it's The Game and Common spread your wings, follow your dreams things will be so serene, L-A and the Chi as a team yeah, angel supreme, yeah, keep on yeah, its for the world boy, we do it forever, yeah |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
Jamie Fox
I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. The Game She like black Bentley coupes, Black daytons, Black interior, Black ridin' shotgun, Black 4.5, Black Air Ones, Bangin' the Black Album, Track number 1, She like that Jay shit, That's her favorite, If it's gonna get me the pussy, I'ma play that shit, If she bite too hard, I'ma say that shit, But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit, Marques Houston I don't play that shit, By the time we got half way through watching Ray I hit, I layed her down, Beat it up, Let her go clean it up, Take a five minute nap wake up and eat it but, Then there's part two in the sauna, Feel like I'm f**kin' Mary J. 'cause she don't want no drama, I'd rather take your ass to the Bahamas And give you 30,000 and month like Diddy baby mama Jamie Fox I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. The Game Picture me thuggin', Picture me loving you like Bobby love Whitney, Now picture me f**kin', Pullin' your ponytail, Smackin' you on the ass, Tellin' you how I can take you all around the world, That nigga can't do it like this, Even Beyonce couldn't move it like this, She only f**k with soldiers, That's her shit, I hate to admit it But I love my bitch so much, I'm sittin' outside in the Benz, Thinking back to Dre's house when I f**ked her best friend, The pussy wasn't nothing, Now I'm dealin' with the diary of a mad black woman with Louis Vuitton luggage, She told me she was tired of The Game and rap, Quit like Mase then she came right back, I told you the bitch sex was whack, And you're all I need, Even Jamie know that Jamie Fox I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. The Game You know what they say, More money, More problems, More drama, Means more marijuana and less baby mama, You know I love you like I love my shoes, But even white Air Force Ones come in twos, Yeah I like her and I like you too, What's wrong, She my bitch and you my boo, She got a Range Rover sport, You got a Bentley coupe, She take my clothes to the cleaners, You take Harlem to school, I gave her your birthday bag so I made a mistake, And Oprah don't f**k with that no more anyway, I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through, But I ain't going nowhere, I got a kid with you, Why we always got to argue about Super Head's book, She suck my dick with a condom on after that I shook, And when she start talkin' about buying a ring, I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing Jamie Fox I know you're sick and tired of waiting on me girl but I'm just trying to get my money right, Soon as I'm done we can take a flight So I can take you all around the world. Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Bentley or a Range, Chromed out wheels, First class ticket, G-4 you the deal, For real, I can take you all around the world. |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
You got them funny ass colors on
Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on (The Game) Gettin' my Bang on Red strings on luis vuitton kicks luis vuitton frames on luis vuitton belt holdin' the 4,5 You know who I am bitch I'm Mr. Westside (Daz) This west west, It's nothin Get your pistols, get your flags Gangsters, we let us have? We cock it back and blast Like booyaka booyaka We lay the party down Ga, Ga, Game Dog Pound (The Game) Everybodddyyy Geettt dooowwnnn (Kurupt) Punk nigga, I nurture and breed I aint never gaved a f**k bout a bitch's needs And bitch niggas try to invade our town I'mma lay them down Spray the K and get out (The Game) Say goodbye to the 6,4 Hello to the 6 tray He aint never seen hydraulics Look at his bitch face Up..Down, now watch my shit scrape Daz call Snoop Imma Crip walk to get Dre And Blood bounce back, heat on the track Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq Trow an O' in a pot and watch it bounce right back Like that, Like that, Like that You got them funny ass colors on Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on (Daz) We street connected Respect that I get is pathetic When I did it, I must of admit it a nigga gon rep it Lil homies around here constantly on smash mode Lil niggas with pistols just blowin out our assholes Bang is how we givin' The culture that we livin Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison Real niggas for life, the routes of the G tree NWA Dr. D.R.E (The Game) We not S.T.A.R.'s We don't put stars on our shoes bitch We put the whole car on the shoes? We don't wanna see my car on the news I set it off like Queen Latifah Red Beam on the lina (Kurupt) Bang out Trippin in trafic, dippin the classics Dippin the classics, Whippin that asses Hood niggas ready to get it Your bitch can get it 'cause I know she'll suck a dick in less then a minute 'cause imma have to show them where the house at Two milli mac's, Semi Automatic situation on clap, In the back with a sac Cadillac all black like this and like that Bang, Broken like glass and plastic Bang out on them with a mask on plastic We got access to mask and plastic's? Purchase last week DPGC You got them funny ass colors on Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on (The Game)Here come out them out of town niggas What up Blood (Kurupt)What up cuz They don't even know Tupac first album was (The Game)Should I tell them Blood? (Kurupt)Naw, f**k em loc (The Game)Me amd Kurupt 3 weelin' on then Hundred spokes (Kurupt)Gas, Brake, Bounce and scrape (The Game)Run up in the 6,4 see the AK *bang* Like Easy *bang* Like Dre *bang* Like Snoop *bang* In LA *bang* Like Crips and Blood from that one? Where Bath and ape Hoodie get strip in a club? Like a bitch in a club, Watch em strip in a club You like ice creams, Get a banana split in a club No Jewelery, you cant wear shit in the club And that goes for every nigga and bitch in the club So you better take it off before you get in the club Game and Dogg Pound outside sittin' on dubs Remember that You got them funny ass colors on Take it off If you in the club with ice on we taken em I thought you was a gangster Nigga you better shake it off (what) sha, sha, shake it off Or get banged on |
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from The Game - Big Dreams [single] (2008)
Cool & Dre
Back on the motherfuckin' Westside, L.A.X niggas... yeahhh... Y'all know who the fuck I am... I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird I swear, Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where? Posted on the block in them black Airs, In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear, Yeah, that V12 is roarin', Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then - I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back, Give me a corner - let me serve, Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word, All I did was the switch the kitchens, Did some tracks on the birds... Irv - Gotti know I'm a murderer, Half these niggas beefin' with me, I never heard of them, If I was the old me I would murda them Matter fact, if I was the old me - I would Curtis them, Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson, I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected, The whole world been waitin' on him, Here I come, droptop Phantom, I'm skatin' on 'em, look around, All the bitch niggas hatin' on him, Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them, Big cars, big wheels, big chains, Big pimpin', big money, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams... I get money like Junior Mafia used to, On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU, Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows, Baggin' up rocks the size of melons, That's when the fiends start tellin' you can Catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock, Like Ellen! Prime-time nigga, it's my time nigga, Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine nigga! Cause when the sun come up - from behind the sea, Niggas see me behind the B, Ent. don't stand for entertainment, Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see where Game went? To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence, And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick! Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick? No I'm not the Doctor, but I produce the same shit! The whole world been waitin' on him, Here I come, droptop Phantom, I'm skatin' on 'em, look around, All the bitch niggas hatin' on him, Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them, Big cars, big wheels, big chains, Big pimpin', big money, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams... Big cars, big wheels, big chains, Big pimpin', big money, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams... Yo Jay what it do nigga? I done rocked enough fellas to be you nigga, I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas, I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas! The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe? I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know, Whoever said "Game Over" musta had a hangover, Get money, my driveway sponsered by Range Rover, I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola, Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over, Yeah, that's when the Crys start poppin', The pills start droppin' and the haters start watchin', The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin' - For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option, I'm back with Cool & Dre a.k.a. the monsters And I got one word for you motherfuckers - COMPTON! The whole world been waitin' on him, Here I come, droptop Phantom, I'm skatin' on 'em, look around, All the bitch niggas hatin' on him, Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them, Big cars, big wheels, big chains, Big pimpin', big... |
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from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
I Made You!
Yes I Made You! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! I Made You! I Made You! I Made You! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! Theres no batteries in my back I show you niggas how I move (Move Echo) 50 ain't gangsta Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta Yayo ain't gangsta Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta You at what you niggas made Ain't that a bitch Created a monster Kicked me outta G-Unit Put me in converse Matter of fact give me a dick Just like Olivia so you can suck my shit Gimme a pen So I can be the hardest in the click Wind me up nigga then gimme some lips So I can talk about ya faggot Niggas aint no thugs While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood I need a get away car you can put it on dubs Make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub And a Banks album cuz thats where I got my buds Gimme muscles like 50 Gimme Yayo hands Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e fans Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason dance Who movin? You singing? Nigga gimme ya fans Gimme a tattoo tear Gimme some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappear I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you Yes, I Made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you! I Made you I Made You! Mr. Potato Head I Made you! (You Echo) Theres no batteries in my back I show you niggas how I move. Yayo: And I'd like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta! Rolling through Connecticut In a stolen mini-van Stop at his house I dont see many men Matter of fact I dont see any men One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan Officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans? Makin me 5 times platinum wasnt part of his plan Same shit same snitch You know how it goes I smell a rat even if you take off my nose And i bet every quarter in your piggy bank Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked Next time when the lights go out I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out Don't gamble with ya life when my dice roll out I made you I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr Potato Head I Made you! Yes I Made you Mr Potato Head I Made you! I Made you! I Made You! Mr Potato Head I Made you! Theres no batteries in my back I show you Niggas how I move (Move Echo) 50 aint gangsta Lloyd Banks aint gangsta Yayo aint gangsta Young Buck you know you aint gangsta (Phat Rat talks) G-G-G-G-G.... NOT! You bitch ass niggas Check this out man I'm not gonna be playing these mother fucking games Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigga This shit is R-E-A-L nigga! Real nigga Black wall street Wait wait Like I told you last time It's THE black wall street you bitch ass nigga And Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER! You punk mother fucker I'm still taking heat from my niggas For looking at your mother fuckin' ass nigga You somebodys son You bitch ass Nigga I'ma catch up to your ass nigga Muscle mouth ass bitch Thats alright though nigga G-U-Not nigga This is black wall street nigga Tell me where you at Thats all we need to know nigga Cus this is real nigga This is the streets nigga Brazil & Wilmington nigga In case you didn't know nigga Thats right in the heart of COMPTON You Bitch ass nigga And Olivia Get that mother fucking lil' ass red Mother fucking shorts off your mother fucking ass on that video Everybody can you see your balls bitch ' The fuck is wrong with you My Niggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass nigga Ima fuck you up nigga It's your fault 50 Snitch This is Phat Rat nigga In case you forgot nigga Double! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! I kill who is my enemy I don't give a fuck If you talk shit I make you a follower yeah You crack me up kid Your stupid I'm much more agile then ever Got more style so yo whatever Whatever Whatever (Echoes) |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005) | |||||
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from The Game - The R.E.D. Album (2011) | |||||
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Sit my alligator jacket on the floor Let that shit crawl around, what up Game? How are you my nigga? Let's get this money, you heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells My killas gorillas, nigga’s couldn't see 'em with gazelles Fronting ass nigga’s, go hang with Pharrell Trying to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell Owens, call it T.O., he leakin’ like a project sink Busted open like a hot dog link Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my ink pen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect) Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word?) I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!" You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin’ O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryin’a blow me? (back up) This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm (Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin‘ ones) Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ' (Big sharks) Me too (swimmin’ in a pile of ones) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah nigga, tomorrow man Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga In the Bronx [Raekwon (The Game)] This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms) Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin’ warm) (Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaze-on) I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah, frontin’ on us nigga, it's like It's like racing a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt [Raekwon] I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin’ Keep it movin’ homeboy, the mac's always actin’ Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land It's like actions, cliques 'll die right with traction It's Wall Street money and two gunny's Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy Blow your head off like lunch meat Chef in the game run the country Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin’ Fuck with their paper their gun squeezin’ Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season [Interlude: Raekwon] Yo, man yo Game man Let these nigga’s know man for real man We official man They wan' be readin’ our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] (Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten? I'd be King Kong knocking down the buildings in Manhattan (Guerilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit My style's smoking like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here The Benjamin’s won't stop, and neither would a chrome glock I kill a fire-breathing dragon with a dome shot Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks We had a meeting before we got here, and shit gon' pop Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill Fitted caps getting’ peeled like the chrome on the wheels Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal I declare war, nigga who gon' deal? [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, y'all know what time it is man "Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real Many may read this man A lot of nigga’s might not make it home, you heard? We speak for the real ones man, for the church men man All them real general nigga’s man All them nigga’s that's out there man Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real The Chef nigga, Game what up baby? I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin’ world man Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ed my nigga We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, know what I’m sayin’? Sip on some motherfucking, Don Julio or some'n, ya know what I’m sayin’? With two foul rings on, ya know what I’m sayin’? Couple of mean Guatemalans’ wit’ us Half Guatemala, half Somalia nigga Nigga’s ain't seen them colors man [fades out] |
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from The Game - LAX [International Version] (2008)
[Intro: Raekwon]
Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Sit my alligator jacket on the floor Let that shit crawl around, what up Game? How are you my nigga? Let's get this money, you heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells My killas gorillas, nigga’s couldn't see 'em with gazelles Fronting ass nigga’s, go hang with Pharrell Trying to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell Owens, call it T.O., he leakin’ like a project sink Busted open like a hot dog link Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my ink pen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect) Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word?) I know Kobe, I be on the floor, "Kobe!" You know a nigga that can score 81? Show me I got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin’ O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryin’a blow me? (back up) This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm (Iced out) Where you be? (The strip club throwin‘ ones) Where you from? (New York, where you from?) Californ' (Big sharks) Me too (swimmin’ in a pile of ones) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah nigga, tomorrow man Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga In the Bronx [Raekwon (The Game)] This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the arms) Son where you be? (Under palm trees stayin’ warm) (Who you be?) Raekwon, who is you? (Amaze-on) I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done) [Interlude: Raekwon] Yeah, frontin’ on us nigga, it's like It's like racing a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt [Raekwon] I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin’ Keep it movin’ homeboy, the mac's always actin’ Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers Can't fuck with us convicts, Stat-land It's like actions, cliques 'll die right with traction It's Wall Street money and two gunny's Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy Blow your head off like lunch meat Chef in the game run the country Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin’ Fuck with their paper their gun squeezin’ Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season [Interlude: Raekwon] Yo, man yo Game man Let these nigga’s know man for real man We official man They wan' be readin’ our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard? [The Game (Raekwon)] (Yo what if I was from Compton?) What if I was from Staten? I'd be King Kong knocking down the buildings in Manhattan (Guerilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit My style's smoking like, after a glock spit Game get the blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here The Benjamin’s won't stop, and neither would a chrome glock I kill a fire-breathing dragon with a dome shot Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks We had a meeting before we got here, and shit gon' pop Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill Fitted caps getting’ peeled like the chrome on the wheels Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal I declare war, nigga who gon' deal? [Outro: Raekwon] Yeah, y'all know what time it is man "Bulletproof Diary" nigga, for real Many may read this man A lot of nigga’s might not make it home, you heard? We speak for the real ones man, for the church men man All them real general nigga’s man All them nigga’s that's out there man Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real The Chef nigga, Game what up baby? I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby You know how we do it, we go all over the fuckin’ world man Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ed my nigga We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, know what I’m sayin’? Sip on some motherfucking, Don Julio or some'n, ya know what I’m sayin’? With two foul rings on, ya know what I’m sayin’? Couple of mean Guatemalans’ wit’ us Half Guatemala, half Somalia nigga Nigga’s ain't seen them colors man [fades out] |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(The Game)
Yeh this is killa Cali, live as a motherf**ker man Niggaz hoppin of off LAX's Can't wait to see the sunshine, the palm trees, the beautiful woman I love it man, nineteen years and runnin', this is my home, feel me (The Game) Y'all must think it's all chips and championships in LA I got niggaz from San Diego all the way to the Bay E-40, Dre, Tash, Ras Kass Quik, Cube, Kurupt, and Daz Big Snoop, Xzibit, Nate Dogg, and Ren Too $hort, B-Legit, The Click, and Mack 10 Big Solo, Kam, CJ Mack, and WC Jayo Felony, Suge Knight, The Outlawz, and Warren G Knoc'Turnal, Bad Azz, Goldie Loc, and Tray Dee Short Khop, Big Face, MC Eiht, and Shock G Ant Banks, Richie Rich, Eastwood, and Suga Free Bigga Figga, B-Real, Cypress Hill, and Ice-T Rick Rock, C-Bo, Battlecat, and Crooked I Yukmouth, Sean T, Kokane, and Big Wy San Quan, Second II None, and Soopafly King T, Rappin 4-Tay, and All From The I Dru Down, E-Swift, Baco, and Technique Mac Mall, Dazi Bitch, Shaq and D.O.C. Chico and Coolwadda, Tyrese and KD Mailman, RBX, Shade Sheist, and Wy V C & W, Chill, Hittman, and Hi-C DJ Yella, I Flow, The Ganders, and Double D Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., The Farock, AMG Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy All my fallen soldiers rest in peace Along wit 2Pac, Mausberg and Eazy-E Essays, Bloods, Crips and all the thugs And all my killa cali niggaz stay given it up uh Yeah if I left you out man holla at me, my bad it's all love |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
[Chorus]
California sunshine, in the summer time (4x) Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux, Most recent was 50 in Angola, that's what's up, Any rapper could touched, any bitch could get fucked, Under the California sun, impalas and big trucks, They say Suge got knocked out, but don't play that nigga cheap, Cuz you're body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach, Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't shit buzzin but my liquor, Cali chickens got to the 80's strip and come back a little thicker, With more ass then Delicious, that's my Flavor of Love, We make it rain like Rainman, when he play with the glove, I'm the king to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas, Playin in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas, We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggas, Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggas, We drink Kool Aid with the ice on your arm nigga, Take that Champion hoody off in the California sunshine [Chorus] I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard, We can't find Biggies' killers so we gave Diddy a star, And I'm by far, Hollywood boulevard, but I'm from a boulevard that tought ya'll to shoot out of moving cars, Remember, New Jersey driver's like a East Coast menace, And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it, Give me a New York minute, to show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New York pennants, Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted, I duck shots where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis, And they never came back, like throwin a boomerang flat, See me, I'm posted like a Cincinatti pitcher in the same hat, It's like a scene from a movie, when the screen fade black, Niggas roll up on you, Now you stuck in that Harold and Cane trap, If you slippin in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched, I know some niggas that know some niggas, Ill get your chain back. [Chorus] Niggas already know who had the marijuana first, We birthed haze and sour diesel, I was there when the water burst, Hell nah we don't surf, We half way go to church, Tell you the truth, shiit, right now I'm in the fuckin hearse, And it ain't my night to get buried in the dirt But it is your day to get buried by a verse, It'll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here, Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I'm in there, Hotter then the beginning of my career with 50, Dre and Em there, Top off the Murcialago like Victoria's Secret swim swear, So listen, I'm so sincere, bout to work out like gym wear, Murder MTV's top ten, and tat my face with 10 tears, That's 10 funerals, 10 caskets, 10 3-piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic, And 10 reasons why I got California hotter than acid, Don't you ever, ever leave me out of the top 10 you fuckin' bastards Blaow. [Chorus] |
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from The Game - LAX [International Version] (2008)
[Chorus]
California sunshine, in the summer time (4x) Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux, Most recent was 50 in Angola, that's what's up, Any rapper could touched, any bitch could get fucked, Under the California sun, impalas and big trucks, They say Suge got knocked out, but don't play that nigga cheap, Cuz you're body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach, Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't shit buzzin but my liquor, Cali chickens got to the 80's strip and come back a little thicker, With more ass then Delicious, that's my Flavor of Love, We make it rain like Rainman, when he play with the glove, I'm the king to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas, Playin in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas, We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggas, Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggas, We drink Kool Aid with the ice on your arm nigga, Take that Champion hoody off in the California sunshine [Chorus] I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard, We can't find Biggies' killers so we gave Diddy a star, And I'm by far, Hollywood boulevard, but I'm from a boulevard that tought ya'll to shoot out of moving cars, Remember, New Jersey driver's like a East Coast menace, And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it, Give me a New York minute, to show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New York pennants, Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted, I duck shots where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis, And they never came back, like throwin a boomerang flat, See me, I'm posted like a Cincinatti pitcher in the same hat, It's like a scene from a movie, when the screen fade black, Niggas roll up on you, Now you stuck in that Harold and Cane trap, If you slippin in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched, I know some niggas that know some niggas, Ill get your chain back. [Chorus] Niggas already know who had the marijuana first, We birthed haze and sour diesel, I was there when the water burst, Hell nah we don't surf, We half way go to church, Tell you the truth, shiit, right now I'm in the fuckin hearse, And it ain't my night to get buried in the dirt But it is your day to get buried by a verse, It'll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here, Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I'm in there, Hotter then the beginning of my career with 50, Dre and Em there, Top off the Murcialago like Victoria's Secret swim swear, So listen, I'm so sincere, bout to work out like gym wear, Murder MTV's top ten, and tat my face with 10 tears, That's 10 funerals, 10 caskets, 10 3-piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic, And 10 reasons why I got California hotter than acid, Don't you ever, ever leave me out of the top 10 you fuckin' bastards Blaow. [Chorus] |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
The Game
Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga, Sipping on Gin and Juice fill up your cups nigga, The Westcoast back crackin' like it's 94', So bitch get on your knees and give me head like it's 94', And don't come up for air 'til the beat drop, I'm the Doctors Advocate call it a sneak peak, at the mudafukn Detox, take note grab a pen, And let the world know the west is ridin' again, I Graduated from Dre's school top of my class, Treat my switches like my bitches got me dropping that ass, Still bangin' the chronic like doggiestyle came with it, And I roll a sticky on my bitch back while I hit it, I done been there, done that, had beefs and won that, 5 million records on 1 plaque I hung that, Still got Dr. Dre low ridin' in the 64', When you see us, throw it up for the fukin' Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, We low ridin' in the Westcoast, So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, You should take a trip and visit the West coast. Snoop Dogg Check game, I'm'a show you how to bang, Uncle Snoopy is it true you from that money game, All the time neph' I gotta let my nuts hang, A chest full of chains a left han' wit' a pinky ring, I'm in a steeler caps, Swisha Sweets peel em back, My lil' hood rat, baby got that mini mack, Baby got that 20 sack, baby got plenty that, Whatever you send it's my nugga, we gonna send it back I'm in the club, with the snub, getting' love, with 20 thousand Crips and 20 thousand Bloods, And we don't give a fuck about none of ya'll, And when you hit the city, you better holla at the Big Dogg, I done seen niggas hit LA and get dey chain snatched, Then they call me up, beggin' me to get dey chain back, What I look like the mudafukin Police, It's certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets, Especially when it comes to this Cali shit, And I ain't talkin' bout hangin' in the valley Bitch, Gang bang niggas all up in the alley Crip, On some real talk nigga we the real Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, We low ridin' in the Westcoast, So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, You should take a trip and visit the West coast. Xzibit Damn, I heard blue rag niggas ain't fucking with the red rag niggas, On the Westcoast (Fuck you mean), shit from what I seen, red and blue can make green, Black Wall Street and X-o-leen, Since jealousy breeds hatred, hatred breeds violence, Violence breeds enemies more permanent silence, California alliance, is more important than ever so throw it up, We low ridin' together (YEAH!) Make the Westcoast rise forever, esse's B's and C's represent your letter, Got Game the go getter, Xzibit the rhyme spitter, Snoop Dogg the boss, We gangster at all costs, ya'll niggas is so soft and pussies so fuck off, For one of my niggas draw that hammer and dump off, This kush you gon' cough, (Cough, Cough) Yeah inhale the smoke, Bandana hang, Bang the coast my nigga. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, We low ridin' in the Westcoast, So I'm'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast. My heart beat for the Westcoast, We pull the best weed in the Westcoast, Still low ridin' in the Westcoast, You should take a trip and visit the Westcoast |
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from The Game - LAX [International Version] (2008)
[Ne-Yo]
mmmmmm, ohhohhh, Hey! [Game] Picture me and my gangsta girl, riding with the top back. Bangin Ne-Yo, my neck freeyo, my sox hat, tilted to the side like you know i get my grind on. Get my shine on. Jewelry Black in all rhinestones. Rims spinning like a globe, on these low pros. Do it big cause im supposed to floss, and thats the reason she break me off. Cause im gangsta, and im ridin wit.. [Ne-Yo] Ne-Yo, its a thug and a gentleman. Rollin like a boss through, no matter the cost too, not tryin' to brag but money's not an issue. Don't let your girl see us. That might make her diss you. Cause if she roll wit us, she wont even miss you. [Game] Pop rubber bands when i throw a stack, before it hit the ground she throw it back. When i make it rain thats chump change, that pay for the 26 on my range range range drive drive, take the wheel while i roll and slide, climb over to the passenger side and freeze. [Ne-Yo] And once again its on, You should take a picture with your camera phone. Playa she not comin home, and if im on her screen saver, that, that mean later we gone. if i let her take a picture, she gonna roll wit me. if i let her take a picture, she gonna roll wit me. if i let her take a picture she gonna roll wit me, gonna roll wit me, gonna roll wit me. [Game] If you dont know by now baby im a star, look at my face, look at my car, look at my waist then look at my scars. look out da window see where we are. In my phantom, in my rover, bangin.. [Ne-Yo] Ne-Yo, its a thug and a gentleman. she aint never rolled in a car wit da suicide, Girl when its you and I, they commitin suicide. All of them want, my girl. Cause she pretty and thick in the thighs. Homie dont mastermind, do a song wit suicide. [Game] She call me Jay, I call her B, we gettin married, to the streets. I'm chasin money, she chasin me. I'm right where i wanna be, with da B on my bentley, da horse on my lambo, crown on my cadalac, Checks on my air max. Haters, better fall back, before i put somin in your ball cap. Thats my chick, i got her back like a bra strap. Cause she fine and she cute, she think she all that, and she all that. thats my girl thats my world, [Ne-Yo] And once again its on, You should take a picture with your camera phone. Playa she not comin home, and if im on her screen saver, that, that mean later we gone. if i let her take a picture, she gonna roll wit me. if i let her take a picture, she gonna roll wit me. if i let her take a picture she gonna roll wit me, gonna roll wit me, gonna roll wit me. Game can you take a picture? Ne-Yo can you take a picture? We've been waitin all night, just to take a picture wit you. Game can you take a picture? Ne-Yo can you take a picture? We've been waitin all night, just to take a picture wit you. [Game] Grab da wheel take control, and let your hair blow inside my lambo. Pull out ya phone, picture that. Take it home let ya man know im hitin that. while im hitin that, she send it back, she drop it low, we about to blow. Me and N-E-dash-Y-O yo girl know. she so ciara, so eve, so mariah, so Be, she so Trina, I'm R kelly, she remind me of my goldies. im cooly high, im cochi, she a 34 D, im so pleased. im so so def, she so janet, im JD and she full of me. In da H2 we fold deep through the NYC off no sleep. i hate to drive but i break it wide, when im ridin wit my shawty. I'd kidnap her and neva take her home, ridin off bangin ne-yo sittin on chrome, in that mazaradi, see the paparazi, they (flick flick flick)..she gone. [Ne-Yo] And once again its on, You should take a picture with your camera phone. Playa she not comin home, and if im on her screen saver, that, that mean later we gone. if i let her take a picture, she gonna roll wit me. if i let her take a picture, she gonna roll wit me. if i let her take a picture she gonna roll wit me, gonna roll wit me, gonna roll wit me. woooahhohh |
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from Travis Barker - Can A Drummer Get Some [single] (2011)
(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Game) Boom, guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1. Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese! (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Lil Wayne) Bang, guess who checked in the game Smoke in the air like LeBron James Running this shit like he Ron Dayne Pull out my dick and just pee on flames She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's I'm in my prime like Deion I'mma shine like neon I'm a Lion like Leon But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off Yeah, Travis on the Drums Travis on the beat Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat Weezy F I'm an Fing star Haha, get it? I'm an FN star Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Rick Ross) Tupac and Juice riding on the loose King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker In Swahili I'm screaming stack muthaf-cker Ya homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) |
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from Travis Barker - Give The Drummer Some [Deluxe Explicit Version] (2011)
(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Game) Boom, guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1. Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese! (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Lil Wayne) Bang, guess who checked in the game Smoke in the air like LeBron James Running this shit like he Ron Dayne Pull out my dick and just pee on flames She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's I'm in my prime like Deion I'mma shine like neon I'm a Lion like Leon But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off Yeah, Travis on the Drums Travis on the beat Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat Weezy F I'm an Fing star Haha, get it? I'm an FN star Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Rick Ross) Tupac and Juice riding on the loose King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker In Swahili I'm screaming stack muthaf-cker Ya homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) |
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from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
[Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)]
(R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!) We ride in that Westside(Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side(Lets ride) [Verse 1: G.A.M.E.] Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed Tight grip on the Escalade pole Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44 Gun smokin' like Suge cigar Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car If that thing come out, its murder she wrote If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat Nigga, we do this everyday Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J Beat niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay Knock a nigga out on the ave today Bring the mack ya way me and Santana Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway Westside blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm about And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out [Chorus: Bezel] Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest Cause, we Certified Gangstas Stash the mill' in the house And I kill in the drowt That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Verse 1)
To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch And I can't forget My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted Thermals under that Pelle shit I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit And I'm proud of it Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors I seen it all through the Range tints Got niggas doing life in the state pen So I dread like Jamaicans If I die for one of my statements Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement (Hook) Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they goin lay me down And then I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal (Verse 2) Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write Get my reebok deal done Or Im staying in Air Nikes Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels Let's roll Through the city of god Where LA niggas train to kill Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie Dre we to close aint no turning back homie Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah Let me paint this picture While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear And every nigga who ever helped me get here (Hook) Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal (Verse 3) One brick, two brick The boy moving weight Now three bricks, four bricks I'm driving upstate Five Bricks, six bricks The nigga got cake Not rap money, but money been rap since ‘88 Look at the world we live in Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch Leave him chopped up like freddy's face Niggas catching feelings Cause I'm about millions And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest You a close second nigga, A banana to a guerilla Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel ‘em The best of both worlds Rapping and drug dealing Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village The head honcho, staring out the third story window Of my Beverly Hills condo With two long ass heats I call ‘em Shaq and Alonzo You niggas want me outta L.A. Yeah I know (Hook) Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down And when I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know parts of me pal |
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from The Game - Who Got Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
( Verse One )
I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep I put five in ya, jeep - leave a nigga sleep Now you six feet deep over bullshit Got a Mac 10 mouth ain't never pull shit The ghetto dont make G's and mo niggaz Get down or lay down, like Bennie Mack told niggaz Or meet the fo fo, nigga - I let the guns blow nigga I'm a rider - thug live til I die Black Wall Street behind us - I'm a menace to society F**k Cane And O dogg, I got the cane and the o's, dawg I'm gangsta like Hennesy and Alizay, thug passion Ride or die til they kill me and put me in thugs mansion Gang bangin, this California life-style got me heated They want me burried so I don't leave with out the Desert Eagle Shoot first, ask questions on way to county jail Kill a nigga over my chain, 'cause I know I'ma make bail I'm troublesome ( Verse Two ) If I die tonight - bury me a G, amongsts rap legends 'Cause I spit bullets and rhymes, sixteens and nines I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me stressin Prayin on my knees every night, askin God is there a heaven So here is my confession to my unborn child If five shots couldn't drop me but I ain't take 'em and smile I lost a lot of my niggaz to gang bangin and ditches One finger on the trigger, dawg, I live the life of a sinner These motherf**kers wanna see me doing life in the pen I'm a outlaw and the westcoast is ridin again My competition is none, I'm on the mission with guns Starring death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep, when we ride My enemies is bitches - they plottin on my riches Can't walk in the street with out paparazzi taking pictures Label me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to Boston These niggaz keep talkin, I leave 'em dead in the coffin I'm troublesome ( Verse Three ) Money over bitches is my motto, in the street I'n known for catchin hollo's Packing pistols and drinking belvy and Grey Goose out the bottle No role models, only killas and fiends Withness my niggaz strapped with gats, and army fatigues If it's murder, he wrote it, if I'm lying let the devil excel quoted and know that I'm strictly a rap poet Babtized in my own tears, chastized by my own peers I'm a product of my childhood years My mother told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't around One of the reasons why I'm clutchin a pound California dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamer One hand on the nina,scheeming got these hoochie bitches screaming They know that I'm a celeberty - keep the cop-killers in the clip And watch my back is what my niggaz keep telling me Twenty-one years old, no felonies so I ride with the Desert and pay homage to the hardest rap legends I'm troublesome |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
It's the home of Ameirca's gangsta rap
The place of danger Where the Gangsta's boogie, Gangsta's boogie, Gangsta's boogie, Gangsta's boogie Where the cops is crooked, and the bitches is killas And da niggas hold in down like black gorillas Where the Gangstas boogie, Gangstas boogie, Gangstas boogie Nigga-Nigga-Nigga-Nigga, Im from COOOMPTOOON The Game on fire, check da gold wires Hip Hop on lock some some muthafuckin' pliers. Me and "Will i am' yeh we take niggas higher, Nigga talkin' shit? get yo fuckin' mouth wired Walkin' through Compton, Eazy still alive, Wave ya hat to da back, throw ya dubs in da sky My flow Streight wicked , sit back while i kick it And do it like Dre did it, NWA did it. I cook crack like da first nigga that ever brought a brick from a Ese Nigga I can write a essay, about all the gangsta niggas that i seen low ridin In they Chevy's with a bitch ridin shotgun, reppin LA Crips, Bloods, homes goin loco My glock to me, is like Ice Cube and yoyo, sittin in a low-low All chrome spinners, Nobody droppin nothin this winter Nigga I'm from... CHORUS Nigga I smoke chronic, aint shit changed Since Yung MC and Eazy E was rappin we all in da same game Saw niggaz chain hang, other niggas gang-bang I do both cause im da King of the muthafuckin' westcoast Kick da door open, "Will, lets go", flow like esco N.Y. niggaz say im da best, yo Hard like Timbo, blowin on indo' Niggaz try to play me, get strecthed put like a limo I was shoppin crack while Dre was bangin my demo And all you old niggas is washed up like N.O. Dont take it da wrong way, i got love for my kinfolk Can i get a moment of silence, Will bang da instrumental I spit for my niggaz in da line-up That'll never see the sun again, so i close my blinds up First album, sold em out Impalas, roll em out Cause da whole muthafuckin' world wanna know about.. CHORUS Welcome to da city of G's Where we eat fried chicken, rice and black-eyed peas Fans got us Interscope?, like Jimmy Ivine Cause we RUTHLESS, like will, before blackeyed peas Fuck all rappers, look at all the hate i see Im sick, you cant get rid of me, im HIV Nigga get another job, Hip Hop is not hirin Im da reason Dre feel comfortable retirin I just might put out D-TOX myself Smoke so much, i check in detox. myself One man army, took out Reeboks myself .45 in my khakis gotta watch my health Im so hard nigga, glock 17, quick draw nigga Like the old me, 17, sippin malt liquor All black khaki suit, all black converse Nigga imma keep on stompin, comin straight outta.. CHORUS |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(Chorus: The Game + JT)
Compton to Fillmore here we go again In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang Compton to Fillmore here we go again In L.A. they havin problems, the Bay we pop collars Compton to Fillmore here we go again In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows Compton to Fillmore here we go again In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles (JT the Bigga Figga) They can't cop what the bricks'll cost But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss Leather gloves with the tips to toss But the money was made from conversation had to clip the boss Smash down at the V.I.P. Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3 Drop Jag with the price to pay Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin like a ice capade Got the feds lookin twice this way Cause we shuffle the P's in different places that the {?} name Compton to Fillmoe man the game is real When you turn 15 get your stainless steel Whole squad been trained to kill, we official And switch to get rich now we after the meals Hard times got cakes for 3 When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga (Chorus) (The Game) I got guns, guns, guns, guns Guns all over the club We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that 25 deep, guns up under the throwback That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby Womack Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at We got sour diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq And more guns than the Nickerson Projects Niggaz don't want beef with me Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is free And ain't nuttin to shoot the club up You don't want drama in this motherf**ker throw them dubs up Jacob got the wrists on chill And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill Will Relax your mind and let your drawers feel free You're now rollin to the sound of the Game and JT (Chorus) (JT the Bigga Figga) But you can't come with the rest of her friends Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends Make rounds from the back of the Benz With the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend The things we go through I'm beatin ya brains Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game While they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya dame Gotta charge you a G just for speakin my name (The Game) I'm not eatin your chocha or payin for the coach ma I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma 6 in the mornin, you stretchin on the sofa Singin "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and Hova I f**k 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em f**k the both of us You know what it is, the gangster's back And I keep my banger at where my chain hang at I'm ghetto (Chorus) - 2X |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
Uhh, uhh, gangsta gangsta yeah
Uhh, uhh, it's gangsta gangsta yeah Uhh, uhh, shit I'm livin gangsta gangsta shit Yeah (Chorus: repeat 2X) I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel (The Game) Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold And them niggaz sellin the work ain't half as old as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin since the 60's Everybody yellin gimme, gimme Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy Other hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with me Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale And I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rell And you can get that stainless steel Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine Keep a (Mac) on the block, I ain't talkin 'bout Beans QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens The boys in the hood is always hard So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar (Chorus) (The Game) I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hell And you can come get a bird for eleven And we ain't got a penny for the reverand, a dime for a witness Only (Church's) in the hood sell chicken (ba-KAW) Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses You fuckin with the Hub City Hustler The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home So I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers We ball up subpeonas, take niggaz to the cleaners And you know what I'm talkin about if y'all seen where.. (Chorus) (The Game) We drug dealin, but niggaz is squealin (fuck you rats) What more can I say, just kill 'em Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood Now is this under-stooooooood? I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin the hood Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones Some niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we do And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQ The block will heat and sink you (hey dude) Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude Lose your life tryin to get these jewels I keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2 (Chorus) |
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from The Game - Who Got Game/ The Mixtape (2005) | |||||
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(Intro:)
Now where's the shit? The shit? The shit! Nigga whatsup man? Come on kill that noise man, let's just get the shit, Don't worry, you'll get the shit, You'll be, Knee deep in shit! (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggas) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggas) (Verse 1:) I let the whole world know that I can't be stopped, Even without Doc I'm still from the (Streets of Compton), Yeah nigga I said it, and I'ma stay on top, Like a hoodrat with bomb ass cock, Run up in 'em like these rap niggas, I ain't gotta clap niggaz, End your career with one line like that niggaz, Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, Let it jump, Killa-for-ni-a is where I'm from, 3 wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out, All the way to my nigga Daz house, He always gotta big bad bitch from Long Beach, She a known freak and she gotta long reach, She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it, never back down, 'specially when Al Green in the background, Now bitch hit the weed and turn that ass round, It's time to bring back Chronic into Doggystyle, Westcoast niggaz still holdin' shit down, (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z) (Verse 2:) I'm back on the cover of the Source and the XXL, Floatin' all through the (Streets of Compton), I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef, and more straps, That's what the fuck I call "Gangsta rap", I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turn enemies, Streets kept me laced like bloods dipped in hennesse, You niggaz act like the Game can't roll 'em out, One man show still sell a motherfucker out, We know Dre still sell a motherfucker out, 'cus everybody here from the (Streets of Compton), We got crip niggaz, blood niggaz, assays, asians, Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces, I kept you niggaz waiting had to take you back to the basics, Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Daitons, Everytime your bitch hear my voice she masturbating, I run though hoes like Walter Payton on the daily, I got your main bitch swallowing my babies, (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggaz) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggaz) I'm the Westcoast Rakim, got you niggaz blocked in, Glass house parked sideways on the stock rims, New school, old school mentality, Translation - Four pumps and twelve batteries, Hydraulics make the world go round, Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down, For she end up like superhead, giving superhead, Every nigga in the industry now fuck superhead, And I might just fuck her too, If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the (Streets of Compton), Rolling down Green Leaf smoking on that green leaf, With a Mac 10 like I was born on Queen's Street, Murder MCs like I was born in Queen's Bridge, That how I show you palm niggas where the King is, And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock, I'm in the Hall Of Fame next to Snoop, behind 'Pac, I got the whole motherfucking world locked, (Chorus: (The Game) I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggas) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them niggas) (Outro:) Everybody wanna know what the fuck is going on, Am I signed to Aftermath? Interscope? What's up with Geffen? I'ma just say it like this: One day I walked in the motherfuckin' house, And all my shit was gone. |
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from Robin Thicke - Sex Therapy: The Experience (2009)
The Game: This song is dedicated to all the mammas.
All the beautiful women. No matter what color. My mamma Marie... Robin's mom Gloria Yeah we see you shinin' (we see you shinin) You all diamonds (we see you shinin) We love you (Like a diamond) Robin: Like a butterfly, you made your way out to the shell Oo, Like and angel, you finally got your wings And all of the promises you made yourself Are finally taking shape You can only hold something so beautiful down so long Until it finds the light of day Chorus: Pressure builds diamonds (Aretha) Shining so (Kiesha) bright for you to see (Paula) Pressure (Beyonce) builds diamonds (Mary) Sparkling (Halle) for everyone to see (Oprah) Pressure (Rihanna) builds diamonds (Latifah) Shinin' (Michelle Obama) so bright The Game: Uh, Picture a cold winter Me, you , middle women hat and dinner Philipe Childs a mister Its the Robin Hood and the plot gets thicker I know you think I'm bout my girl My mamma, my unborn daughter, my world But daddy used to beat you harder than the five barrels He left you in the ocean and you came back a pearl He put you through hell, I put you in diamonds Forget about that nigga, we dont need him Mamma! I know your only son was drama You wanted Obama but he was Osama On the block in its suicide bomber Then I got shot and went to jail comma If that aint karma, me and my girl lost a baby in the womb And it changed my armor Chorus: Pressure builds diamonds (Aretha) Shining so (Kiesha) bright for you to see (Paula) Pressure (Beyonce) builds diamonds (Mary) Sparkling (Halle) for everyone to see (Oprah) Pressure (Rihanna) builds diamonds (Latifah) Shinin' (Michelle Obama) so bright All the ladies in the back (I see you shinin) All the girls in the front (I see you shinin) Everybody with ya diamonds (I see ya shinin) Yeah keep on shinin, yeah keep on (Like a diamond girl) All the women across the world (I see ya shinin) Especially my girl (keep shinin girl) Vamp: Just like the ocean makes the pearl Pressure builds diamonds (diamonds... Pressure builds diamonds...) You can only hold something so beautiful down so long 'Til it finds the light of day Chorus: Pressure builds diamonds (Aretha) Shining so (Kiesha) bright for you to see (Paula) Pressure (Beyonce) builds diamonds (Mary) Sparkling (Halle) for everyone to see (Oprah) Pressure (Rihanna) ~Pressure builds diamonds (Aretha) Shining so (Kiesha) bright for you to see (Paula) Pressure (Beyonce) builds diamonds (Mary) Sparkling (Halle) for everyone to see (Oprah) Pressure (Rihanna)builds diamonds (Latifah)I see you shining baby (Michelle Obama) I see you shining baby, diamonds, I see you shining baby, diamonds, Like a diamond baby, diamonds, I see you shining baby, diamonds, I see you shining baby, diamonds |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(The Game)
Yo Bus, I think I got.... the answer to all my problems... (Busta Rhymes) The f**k you talkin' bout, nigga, what's that? (The Game) Belevedere... and Banana Snapple (hiccoughs) (Busta Rhymes) Look.... get your f**kin' ass up, nigga, you over here trippin' on yourself, nigga, you get in the f**kin' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig! (The Game) I'm a man... and most of these niggas, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son... (Busta Rhymes) The f**k you talkin about, nigga, come on, nigga, let's take yo' ass to the crib, nigga, you tired, nigga. And put the drink down, nigga! We gotta go, nigga! (The Game) One more shot.... (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... (The Game) (Verse 1) Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you, But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do, Remember, I'm from Compton too, I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits, I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92, I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you, I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru, Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice, Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop, Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots, So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you, I tried to think of what the f**k, Eminem might do. If every nigga hated him, for that black bitch track, And niggas stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped, When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... (The Game) (Verse 2) I never said thank you, and I took it for granted, You let me in your house and made me a part of your family, Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes, I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed, And even know sometimes I run loose, You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you, I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef, But you told me it was okay to say 'F**k the police!', Now it's my turn to carry the torch, And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source, Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch? I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that! Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques, Thinking 'What the f**k am I without a Dr. Dre track?' When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like la, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, la, la, la... (Busta Rhymes) (Verse 3) See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger, The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n*igga, Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do, But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you, See when I first met my nigga, son was laying in the cut, Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut, Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut, I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as f**k, And as time went on, and he was working with the finest, I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance, You gave him something that could make or break a nigga you should face it, So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it, With the potential to be a strong nigga with conviction, The only problem was our little nigga wouln't listen, But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap, It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that! (Chorus) I didn't mean to walk away, But I hear every word that you say, I guess my mind just drew a blank, Like La, la, la.... Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage, Reminiscing about my day, Wit' your blood all over my slate, As the devil says, La, la, la... (Busta Rhymes) Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, nigga! (The Game) I'm up man, I'm up... (Busta Rhymes) We at your crib, nigga, get the f**k outta the car, nigga, get up, man! (The Game) This ain't my house... my house is.... is green! (Busta Rhymes) The f**k you talk- look, come on, nigga, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... nigga where the keys at, nigga we need to open your door, nigga! (The Game) I got love for you, Bus', you my nigga... (Busta Rhymes) Nig get in the f**king bed, nigga, go to sleep, nigga, you tired, nigga. And don't f**king drink like that no more, man, you f**king look like Ned the Wino, you drunk motherf**ker... (The Game) Just goin to the studio... (Busta Rhymes) (Laughing) Go to sleep, nigga... |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(feat. Blue Chip)
(Intro/Chorus - sample) -- Don't cry (5X) don't.. -- Don't cry (5X) don't.. (The Game) Amayah wake up baby I know you're sleepin, but daddy's home now Pictures gettin old, my lil' girl lookin grown now Your moms said you're talkin on your own, walkin on your own now Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin Smilin at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin God how can somethin so beautiful come from me? After the gunshots thought you was done with me But I know I'm livin now, why you made me put the guns down Pick up the mic, start rappin for a living now My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth My wind, my fire, my life, my bay-bay Tryin to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin and fightin I know she love me cause ya look just like me Day you came into this world I was so excited Eleven twenty-one double-zero, my baby girl is here (Chorus) (Blue Chip) Yo, yo, you see this rap shit I do it for you And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true Got a son now, cuttin the game, stoppin the bullshit Remember eyein your enemy, can you pull quick Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son my girl moms and I moved out Maui Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wild went hard Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga Takin your black ass to court for all you have nigga You see me and your moms, that's another topic Ain't no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it Stop it, press rewind, you didn't hear me right It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin to steer you right Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home Never sing that sad song, don't cry (Chorus) (The Game) Huh daddy ain't gon' preach to you, I'ma let your moms school you Don't let the streets fool you, streets'll do you, that's why I'm talkin to you (Blue Chip) Yeah, you see these niggaz out here, have you stressin by the hour Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards (The Game) Some days sweet, and some sour - but we gon' make it together The world is ours, and you're my flower (Blue Chip) If it's ice you can get that, model chicks hit that Never stress about the downfalls just 'bout the getback (The Game) And I ain't sayin sex is wrong, just make sure he strap a condom on And never, ever do it in your mother's home (Blue Chip) Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar Ain't nothin free, scrape and lock every dollar (The Game) And I will leave you with this, my lil' angel, daddy loves you How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you (Blue Chip) Yeah, switchin handles like you breakin a zone, candy paint Impala On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome (Chorus) |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(The Game)
Yo Havoc, I'm too close to the edge on this one nigga I ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga (The Game) I got shit on my chest, I must confess Last night I was the nigga that shot up your projects Now I'm back in the hood, with rocks in the Pyrex Tan khakis and them Nike Airs with the dyed checks I was forced to live this life, forced to bust my chrome My pops left me in a foster home I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes I've been rappin for a year and a half, my life is real Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel Come to Compton, I got stripes for real Before Dre, before the ice, before the deal - I was almost killed Like 'Pac before the Death Row deal I got shot over two pounds of weed, still ain't found them niggaz But karma come quicker for a nigga on the other side of the gun That's somethin I gotta teach my son (Chorus: Faith Evans) I don't need your love, no no no no I don't need your love Need it, I don't want it, I don't need it I don't need your love, no I don't need your love I don't need your love Cause, the, game, don't, change (The Game) I heard they got Bloods in New York now Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love Front court at the Knicks game, new chick, French name New car, new house, and sometimes friends change And you don't need that love, when you G's like us And your Jesus piece is sim-u-lar to Biggie's And your life story is sim-u-lar to 50's First they hate you, then they love you, then they hate you again What the fuck do it take for a gangsta to win? No mics, no +Unsigned Hype+, nigga *FUCK* The Source Plus them awards I don't need And them niggaz breathin the same air as me, actin like they don't bleed We don't drive the same speed, this a Continental T That's a case of Armadale, this a continental suite So I'ma drown in my own sorrows Live life, fuck tomorrow, nigga cause reality is (Chorus w/ variations + ad libs) (The Game) I was gassed up, Murder Inc., Roc-A-Fella passed up Sat in Daddy's House with Black Rob and Lou and asked Puff Now The Game set in stone, the Frank Muniz set in stones Dre cut me a check, I'm gone Tryin to be the king of the streets, niggaz'll wet your throne But I got nieces to feed, two coasts to please So I roam through the city like the ghost of E Gotta put Compton back where it's 'sposed to be Nuttin between all my niggaz that's close to me In the streets with two fellas packin toast for me I'm 'posed to be, got all the critics watchin my pivot On my block in the Coupe readin kites from prison I got niggaz doin life in prison All my fallen soldiers is one of the reasons we pour out liquor So this song is for Ms. Wallace, Afeni Shakur And all the mothers of dead sons that went out in the war (Chorus - 2X w/ variations + ad libs) |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Mary)
Can't wait til we make real love Because these conjugal visits just ain't enough I'm really lookin forward to a future for us, Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you Even took a second job So they won't take the cars and put a lean on the house I know it's gonna be a while before you get out Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waitin on you And them dudes you ran wit are foul They been tryna get at me, ever since you been down Even my girls are tellin me, I should end it all now Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you (Game) All I can think about is that honey complexion And the way your skin glow when you slip on them D&R dresses I know you wonderin why I got you a Smith & Wesson Cuz them niggaz in the hood is the reason we stressin I miss that gangsta lovin and that lil affection And butter soft lips when you kissin my chest and Mary I put nothin above you, And behind that vest I gotta heart ma, gangstas need love too (Mary) Some think the worst of you They betray you as a man it's not that far from the truth You were caught up in the game and now it's caught up to you Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waiting on you (Game) It use to be caramel skin tones, spreewell rims on Glasshouse, ass out, Jacob watch, gems stones Bandana, Nike airs, tennis bracelet, wife here Black rag, do or die 45 right here Everytime i was down you was always right here Whenever visitin hours came, i know my wife there So pink diamonds right there, Chain hang ice there The reason for my tatooed tear I need you to hold me down (Mary) I'll be waiting on you (I) I'll be waitin on you (ima be right here whenever you call me) I'll be waiting on you (ooh) Baby don't worry bout it, ima be right here, waitin on you (Game) I'm locked up countin the days down Tryna hold my head cuz the penitentiary ain't no playground I'm dyin in here ion know how you stay down In the shootin range twice a week bussin that tre pound I would neva ask you to wait around But how do a white sandy beach, in Sandro Pe sound And no more out of town trips on the greyhound Just me hittin like a beat from Dr. Dre out (Mary) I'll be waiting on you (I'll be waiting) I'll be waiting on you (ima be right here for you baby) I'll be waiting on you (I'll) Baby don't worry about it (don't worry baby) ima be right here, waitin for you I'll be waiting on you (ima be right here waitin for you baby) I'll be waiting on you (you know I'll) I'll be waiting on you (whenever you need me) Baby don't worry about it, ima be right here, waitin on you I'm lookin for a future with u baby, I wanna see you real soon, real soon real soon, I'll be right there, I'll be right there Baby don't worry about it (don't worry) ima be (don't worry) right here (don't worry) waiting on you (ooh) |
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from The Game - Dope Boys [Expicit Version] [single] (2008)
Verse 1
Yeah... Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot, Black Air Force 2's and the White Sox... Fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead. Yeah, it's the new king of everything, And bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring. Maybe it's how I pour that Patron, Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne. Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone, And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone. And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone, Before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home". Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback, F**k a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat. Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that, The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack. Chorus The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. Yeah? The Dope Boys in the building. Verse 2 You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck. I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on. Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on. The same shit that Ludacris is on. Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones. Yeah, count that work like a paycheck, Niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck. A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet. That's how you get f**ked, I practice safe sex, And I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue, Lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung. Show her my inner-condom and have her sprung, And put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!! Chorus What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Chi-Town What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Dope Boys. MIA what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? Verse 3 So roll that coke white carpet to the hood. It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly, White tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies. I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die. Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky. And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap, Niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back! That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas, From Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem. And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'. So stop the music when the Champagne pouring. And hold the glasses high, And when a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em... Chorus The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga what's up? The Dope Boys. Motherf**ker what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys. It's a wrap! The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Yeah, what's up? What's up? Hahaha, yeah, The King is back! |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
Verse 1
Yeah... Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot, Black Air Force 2's and the White Sox... Fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead. Yeah, it's the new king of everything, And bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring. Maybe it's how I pour that Patron, Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne. Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone, And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone. And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone, Before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home". Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback, F**k a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat. Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that, The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack. Chorus The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. Yeah? The Dope Boys in the building. Verse 2 You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck. I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on. Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on. The same shit that Ludacris is on. Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones. Yeah, count that work like a paycheck, Niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck. A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet. That's how you get f**ked, I practice safe sex, And I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue, Lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung. Show her my inner-condom and have her sprung, And put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!! Chorus What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Chi-Town What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Dope Boys. MIA what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? Verse 3 So roll that coke white carpet to the hood. It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly, White tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies. I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die. Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky. And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap, Niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back! That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas, From Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem. And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'. So stop the music when the Champagne pouring. And hold the glasses high, And when a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em... Chorus The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga what's up? The Dope Boys. Motherf**ker what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys. It's a wrap! The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Yeah, what's up? What's up? Hahaha, yeah, The King is back! |
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from The Game - Dope Boys [single] (2008)
Verse 1
------ Yeah....Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot, black Air Force 2's and the White Sox... fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead. Yeah, it's the new king of everything, and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring. Maybe it's how I pour that Patron, maybe it's how I smell of Paris Hilton Cologne. Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone, and I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone. And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone, before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home". Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback, f**k a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at. Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that, the world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack. Chorus ------ The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. Yeah? The Dope Boys in the building. Verse 2 ------ You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck. I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on. Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on. The same shit that Ludacris is on. Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones. Yeah, count that work like a paycheck, niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck. A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet. That's how you get f**ked, I practice safe sex, and I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue, lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung. Show her my anaconda and have her sprung, and put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!! Chorus ------ What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Chi-Town What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Dope Boys. MIA what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? Verse 3 ------ So roll that coke white carpet to the hood. It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly, white tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies. I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die. Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky. And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap, niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back! That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas, from Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem. And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'. So stop the music when the Champagne pouring. And hold the glasses high, and when a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em... Chorus ------ The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga what's up? The Dope Boys. Motherf**ker what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys. It's a wrap! The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Yeah, what's up? What's up? Hahaha, yeah, The King is back! |
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from The Game - LAX [International Version] (2008)
Verse 1
------ Yeah....Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot, black Air Force 2's and the White Sox... fitted on my forehead, try me, go head. I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead. Yeah, it's the new king of everything, and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring. Maybe it's how I pour that Patron, maybe it's how I smell of Paris Hilton Cologne. Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone, and I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone. And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone, before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home". Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback, f**k a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at. Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that, the world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack. Chorus ------ The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. Yeah? The Dope Boys in the building. Verse 2 ------ You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck. I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on. Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on. The same shit that Ludacris is on. Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones. Yeah, count that work like a paycheck, niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck. A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet. That's how you get f**ked, I practice safe sex, and I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue, lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung. Show her my anaconda and have her sprung, and put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!! Chorus ------ What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Chi-Town What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Dope Boys. MIA what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? Verse 3 ------ So roll that coke white carpet to the hood. It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly, white tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies. I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die. Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky. And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap, niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back! That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas, from Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem. And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'. So stop the music when the Champagne pouring. And hold the glasses high, and when a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em... Chorus ------ The Dope Boys in the building. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys in the building. Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga what's up? The Dope Boys. Motherf**ker what's up? The Dope Boys in the building. Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys. It's a wrap! The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. The Dope Boys in the building. The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys. Yeah, what's up? What's up? Hahaha, yeah, The King is back! |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(feat. San Quinn)
(20 second instrumental to open) (San Quinn) Drama is real, like not wakin up I'm breakin up grounds when this patriot thrust Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden For you to handle your business, you are more than driven If you kill it no more standin on that corner like a stop sign Everytime you spotted they call it shot time Not at the gym but in the grim reaper's hands You important if a bullet hits, injure your plans This is not an adventure, but a full-time duty If you seen how niggaz hit the club, they pullin out uzis Sometimes bruisin and grazin, mostly takin No more sleep for the shooter, no more of that hangin No mo' trustin hoes you ain't know fo' ten plus No mo' smokin with the homies, no mo' late night clubs Cause the victim, is ready to stick him like a mousetrap I'm 'bout to rap, you better be 'bout peepin out cash (Chorus: The Game) If there's blood on my Nikes I done murdered a nigga If the stash spot smokin I done murdered a nigga San Quinn got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggaz We take this beef shit further than niggaz Streets are shady, the Game got curtains for niggaz All-of-a-sudden-ass killers never heard of these niggaz Have your whole family cryin a river, we'll murder you niggaz We take this beef shit personal nigga (The Game) I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck with this rap vet I'm the realest since I came in the game on Kam back Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me Four-fifty put somethin through your son Easter basket Six in your truck, get you each a casket Put termites in your box let 'em eat your cabbage A wife right here, see if she can weave through traffic Everybody gotta die, when the beef is active If you know Game, you know I'll never give free passes But I give choices, how you want it, metal or plastic Life is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tail Cops on the payroll so me and Quinn live well And I can still get a nigga the hill, your bitch as well Shotgun got mo' punks than shells (Chorus) (The Game) See the Escalade got 'em runnin downhill, snowball niggaz We throw vapors out of truck windows, blow our figures Suede corners out the sunroof, the fifth or the Ruger Broad daylight, blow the windows out of your Cougar Move in the S5, plus my, leather dust fly Spark up a dutch, Game put niggaz in a coffin too much Turn niggaz kids into orphans too much, In God We Trust - nah Keep the fifth close like Starsky & Hutch Your daughter cryin it's just {?} tuck, but so what Blow the dutch, southpaw bust out your whole fronts Have you eatin soup for months, broken jaw, lick your shit out of straws I guess I got that same ol' harm I ain't for play, the Game is raw Specialize in death jackets, here try these bullets on And next time have all my cheese cause if you owe me Guns O-U-T, we all gon' squeeze (Chorus) |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
((background music) i brought.. i brought.. i brought.. dreams... dreams... dreams... i brought you all my dreams... cuz i love you... i love you.. i love you.. (repeated throughout song))
(Verse 1) I woke up out that coma, 2001 Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001 Three years later, the album is done Aftermath presents: "Nigga With a Attitude : Volume 1" Rap critics politicin' Wanna know the outcome Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one I feel like Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done Dre behind that G-Series and All Eyez On Me I watched the death of a dynasty So I told Vibe Magazine Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!" I had visions of makin a classic Then my world turned black, like I was starin' outta Stevie Wonder's glasses Its kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West Comin' back from his fatal accident, to beat makin and rappin', but We da future Whitney Houston told me that: it's gon take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back (HOOK) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (Verse 2) I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like Mya When I saw that ass on the front of that King Read the article in the magazine She loved gangstas, loved nasty things So I'm in the glass house havin' nasty dreams Good girls never give it up But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and Maze Used to dream of bein' Unsigned Hype Till I was crushed my Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page Daydreamin' yesterday Dozin' off back-stage I tought I saw Eazy talkin' to Jam Master Jay So I walked over heard Jam Master say Its a hard-knock life, then you pass away They say sleep is the cousin of death Sow my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to your last breath (HOOK) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (Verse 3) The Dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through The Dream of Eric Wright, thats what imI' givin' you Who walked through the White House without a business suit? Compton had Jheri Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues Started off with Whoo-Kid then I started blazin' Clue It was all a Dream like B.I.G said it be Don't sleep on me homie I bring nightmares to reality Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rules of gravity Studied all the classic started revisin' my strategy Cuz Marshall Mathers made it Curtis Jackson made it Head in the clouds wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went? How do I say this, I'm livin' for my son but I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Catholic nun The war to be a rap legend ha just begun (HOOK:) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (The GAME talking) This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price, the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slain during a gang shoot-out in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003, Rest in peace... B.G.Music fades to an end... |
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from The Game - It's Okay [International Explicit Version] [single] (2006)
((background music) i brought.. i brought.. i brought.. dreams... dreams... dreams... i brought you all my dreams... cuz i love you... i love you.. i love you.. (repeated throughout song))
(Verse 1) I woke up out that coma, 2001 Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001 Three years later, the album is done Aftermath presents: "Nigga With a Attitude : Volume 1" Rap critics politicin' Wanna know the outcome Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one I feel like Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done Dre behind that G-Series and All Eyez On Me I watched the death of a dynasty So I told Vibe Magazine Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!" I had visions of makin a classic Then my world turned black, like I was starin' outta Stevie Wonder's glasses Its kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West Comin' back from his fatal accident, to beat makin and rappin', but We da future Whitney Houston told me that: it's gon take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back (HOOK) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (Verse 2) I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like Mya When I saw that ass on the front of that King Read the article in the magazine She loved gangstas, loved nasty things So I'm in the glass house havin' nasty dreams Good girls never give it up But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and Maze Used to dream of bein' Unsigned Hype Till I was crushed my Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page Daydreamin' yesterday Dozin' off back-stage I tought I saw Eazy talkin' to Jam Master Jay So I walked over heard Jam Master say Its a hard-knock life, then you pass away They say sleep is the cousin of death Sow my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to your last breath (HOOK) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (Verse 3) The Dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through The Dream of Eric Wright, thats what imI' givin' you Who walked through the White House without a business suit? Compton had Jheri Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues Started off with Whoo-Kid then I started blazin' Clue It was all a Dream like B.I.G said it be Don't sleep on me homie I bring nightmares to reality Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rules of gravity Studied all the classic started revisin' my strategy Cuz Marshall Mathers made it Curtis Jackson made it Head in the clouds wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went? How do I say this, I'm livin' for my son but I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Catholic nun The war to be a rap legend ha just begun (HOOK:) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (The GAME talking) This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price, the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slain during a gang shoot-out in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003, Rest in peace... B.G.Music fades to an end... |
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from The Game - It's Okay [single] (2006) | |||||
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(feat. Get Low Playaz & Young Noble)
[21 seconds of ad libs to open] [Chorus: repeat 2X] Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke We came a long way but still we got so far to go [Verse One] Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin me And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly Politickin economy, if I could be a made nigga Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field Deep with the skills for the bills I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill I bring the thrill like Will Clark I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth I serve the thunder, that shit that'll brang in the roof [Verse Two] My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up I got no time for that fake shit Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick So nigga basically the world is a ghetto Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me There's nothin you can do to me My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets [Chorus] [Verse Three: The Game] Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas You can't ball then it's probably the haters Can't breathe then it's probably the desert, if you a gangster or not I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot And every nigga gon' cry when he hit The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know If they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this The Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6 Fuck you up like one time'll do And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it [Verse Four] It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line Feelin like I'm runnin out of time It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get better These streets got me hungry as ever Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain To bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle Organize the brains and muscle [Chorus] [Verse Five] You {?} like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels In the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage 'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin Niggaz'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my credibility |
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from Speedy - Flight Risk\ (2008) | |||||
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from The Game - Game's Pain (2008)
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 1: The Game] I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday Let the top down, California's my birthplace So I'ma take you there like B.I.G took niggaz to New York "Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York And that's real shit blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks? My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down I've been around Hip Hop since '85 She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive I used to think LL stood for Love LA He from Queens, how the f**k he put that with Cool J? Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 2] Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boombox, had to say Yoday was a good day, had the hood buzzin' Ice Cube my favorite rapper, y'all niggaz can't tell me nothin' Everybody's first bootleg was Boyz 'n the Hood Whoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hood When the cars ride by with the boomin' system Two door Mustang and the roof was missing Every girl at ya school had the new extensions Even gangstaz was dancin' like New Edition 'cause the house parties stayed rockin' all night Niggas came through and shot it up but it was alright 'cause after the cops left, it was a party then You down with OPP, then bring Naughty in They say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni lied Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 3] Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money In the back, I relax with all the hunnies DJ bring it back, let it go Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say WHOA! Every thing full circle, Game livin' major Girls on my hip like a Skytel pager Now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop Throw ya hands in the sky 'cause The Game don't stop Just a little more change, gotta Benz and the Range Every rap metaphor always ends in my name: The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout Big Daddy Kane Don't know him, Game gonna show 'em Just like they showed me, my lyrics is O.G When it's all said and done, you niggas gon' quote me [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Outro: Keyshia Cole] See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me) I'm givin' homage (to you) |
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from The Game - LAX [Expicit Version] (2008)
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 1: The Game] I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday Let the top down, California's my birthplace So I'ma take you there like B.I.G took niggaz to New York "Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York And that's real shit blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks? My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down I've been around Hip Hop since '85 She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive I used to think LL stood for Love LA He from Queens, how the f**k he put that with Cool J? Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 2] Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boombox, had to say Yoday was a good day, had the hood buzzin' Ice Cube my favorite rapper, y'all niggaz can't tell me nothin' Everybody's first bootleg was Boyz 'n the Hood Whoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hood When the cars ride by with the boomin' system Two door Mustang and the roof was missing Every girl at ya school had the new extensions Even gangstaz was dancin' like New Edition 'cause the house parties stayed rockin' all night Niggas came through and shot it up but it was alright 'cause after the cops left, it was a party then You down with OPP, then bring Naughty in They say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni lied Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 3] Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money In the back, I relax with all the hunnies DJ bring it back, let it go Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say WHOA! Every thing full circle, Game livin' major Girls on my hip like a Skytel pager Now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop Throw ya hands in the sky 'cause The Game don't stop Just a little more change, gotta Benz and the Range Every rap metaphor always ends in my name: The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout Big Daddy Kane Don't know him, Game gonna show 'em Just like they showed me, my lyrics is O.G When it's all said and done, you niggas gon' quote me [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Outro: Keyshia Cole] See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me) I'm givin' homage (to you) |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 1: The Game] I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday Let the top down, California's my birthplace So I'ma take you there like B.I.G took niggaz to New York "Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York And that's real shit blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks? My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down I've been around Hip Hop since '85 She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive I used to think LL stood for Love LA He from Queens, how the f**k he put that with Cool J? Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 2] Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boombox, had to say Yoday was a good day, had the hood buzzin' Ice Cube my favorite rapper, y'all niggaz can't tell me nothin' Everybody's first bootleg was Boyz 'n the Hood Whoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hood When the cars ride by with the boomin' system Two door Mustang and the roof was missing Every girl at ya school had the new extensions Even gangstaz was dancin' like New Edition 'cause the house parties stayed rockin' all night Niggas came through and shot it up but it was alright 'cause after the cops left, it was a party then You down with OPP, then bring Naughty in They say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni lied Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 3] Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money In the back, I relax with all the hunnies DJ bring it back, let it go Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say WHOA! Every thing full circle, Game livin' major Girls on my hip like a Skytel pager Now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop Throw ya hands in the sky 'cause The Game don't stop Just a little more change, gotta Benz and the Range Every rap metaphor always ends in my name: The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout Big Daddy Kane Don't know him, Game gonna show 'em Just like they showed me, my lyrics is O.G When it's all said and done, you niggas gon' quote me [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Outro: Keyshia Cole] See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me) I'm givin' homage (to you) |
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from The Game - LAX [International Version] (2008)
[Chorus: Keyshia Cole]
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 1: The Game] I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday Let the top down, California's my birthplace So I'ma take you there like B.I.G took niggaz to New York "Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York And that's real shit blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks? My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go down I've been around Hip Hop since '85 She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive I used to think LL stood for Love LA He from Queens, how the f**k he put that with Cool J? Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 2] Public Enemy and N.W.A is on my boombox, had to say Yoday was a good day, had the hood buzzin' Ice Cube my favorite rapper, y'all niggaz can't tell me nothin' Everybody's first bootleg was Boyz 'n the Hood Whoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hood When the cars ride by with the boomin' system Two door Mustang and the roof was missing Every girl at ya school had the new extensions Even gangstaz was dancin' like New Edition 'cause the house parties stayed rockin' all night Niggas came through and shot it up but it was alright 'cause after the cops left, it was a party then You down with OPP, then bring Naughty in They say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni lied Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 3] Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money In the back, I relax with all the hunnies DJ bring it back, let it go Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say WHOA! Every thing full circle, Game livin' major Girls on my hip like a Skytel pager Now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop Throw ya hands in the sky 'cause The Game don't stop Just a little more change, gotta Benz and the Range Every rap metaphor always ends in my name: The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout Big Daddy Kane Don't know him, Game gonna show 'em Just like they showed me, my lyrics is O.G When it's all said and done, you niggas gon' quote me [Chorus] And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm making it known 'cause I just want the world to know I'm paying my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Outro: Keyshia Cole] See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me) I'm givin' homage (to you) |