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from The Game - Lax (2008)
[The Game]
You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass wheels, You see I be playing with them cars, I'm like a big ass kid, Crazy with that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers, I'll show you how to pop revolvers, Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes, That lambo? That ain't shit, just a public disguise, And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane, And I be driving all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (bright), As them Las Vegas lights, it be the same in California when I'm riding at night, In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway, Having meetings all day, baby my future is (bright) As Lebron's, take off on anybody Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any party, Yeah, making it rain, ain't got shit on me. The way I ball, the fuckin owner should come sit on me. Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio it's a rap. [Ludacris] [Talking] Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA! What up Game? Fresh out huh? Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda, Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger, My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas, And I'll superman, yuuuh, that ass like Lex Luther, Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya maker, My dick's the Staples Center, I'll take you to see the Lakers, Swoosh! On that Cali kush, smoking like a muffler, So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia, Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin, Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin' abortions, I ain't havin it, see em in the dead zone, Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones, Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal, My verses are hot as shit like I recorded with the devil, I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator, And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator, like Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn on the radio, it's a rap. [The Game] See I'm come from the bottom and they call me The Game, But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name, I took that Dr Dre money and I bought me chain, Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range, Then I bought me a pussy, then I bought me some brains, But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne, See both of them niggas spit, but yall act like you don't hear me spit, Like sellin' 7 million records ain't the shit, I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta, And poppin crystal with Irv don't make me a wanksta, See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder rise, Readin my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye, So I'mma break it down for them niggas in the South, Slow it down but this Rolls Phatom grill in my mouth, Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house, P Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talking about, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio it's a rap. |
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from The Game - LAX [International Version] (2008)
[The Game]
You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass wheels, You see I be playing with them cars, I'm like a big ass kid, Crazy with that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers, I'll show you how to pop revolvers, Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes, That lambo? That ain't shit, just a public disguise, And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane, And I be driving all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (bright), As them Las Vegas lights, it be the same in California when I'm riding at night, In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway, Having meetings all day, baby my future is (bright) As Lebron's, take off on anybody Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any party, Yeah, making it rain, ain't got shit on me. The way I ball, the fuckin owner should come sit on me. Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio it's a rap. [Ludacris] [Talking] Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA! What up Game? Fresh out huh? Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda, Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger, My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas, And I'll superman, yuuuh, that ass like Lex Luther, Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya maker, My dick's the Staples Center, I'll take you to see the Lakers, Swoosh! On that Cali kush, smoking like a muffler, So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia, Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin, Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin' abortions, I ain't havin it, see em in the dead zone, Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones, Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal, My verses are hot as shit like I recorded with the devil, I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator, And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator, like Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn on the radio, it's a rap. [The Game] See I'm come from the bottom and they call me The Game, But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name, I took that Dr Dre money and I bought me chain, Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range, Then I bought me a pussy, then I bought me some brains, But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne, See both of them niggas spit, but yall act like you don't hear me spit, Like sellin' 7 million records ain't the shit, I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta, And poppin crystal with Irv don't make me a wanksta, See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder rise, Readin my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye, So I'mma break it down for them niggas in the South, Slow it down but this Rolls Phatom grill in my mouth, Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house, P Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talking about, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio it's a rap. |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(Nas - Intro)
Y'all know what it is... The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it.. Can't hate us.... Fellas... (Nas - Verse 1) Vice behind me on the intersection, Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection, Dress superb, admired by conspirers, Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up, Child of the eighties, y'all niggas is lazy, Complain about labour pains, nigga show me the baby, And my nigga Game, light another L, pass the bottle, Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles, Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin', Witnessin' you rockin'(?) with Nas, confirmed my suspicion, Green fatigues on, My niggas I bleed for 'em, I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it, And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich, And still I don't abort 'em (?) when and if they sink quick, Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge, And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live... (Marsha- chours) (The Game) I don't talk about my guns, niggaa I just blaze.... (The Game - Verse 2) 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin', While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin', To every nigga listenin' I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening. And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole, Cam got shot inside his lambo', sample, life is a gamble, 15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo', Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle, I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game, Niggaa with an attitude from the cloth I came, Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain. Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted, I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it, Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it. Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, Nigga (Marsha- chours) (Verse 3) Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me, How you gon' pass the dutchie (?) to them niggas that don't love me, I'm talkin' niggas that never wanted to see me on top, Same niggas that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not, I'll f**k you rap niggas like virgins, Dre took my training wheels off his curtains. I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers, The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career, The ending of yours, the endin of his, Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz, Nigga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite line, Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines, And I still think about my nigga from time to time, Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind, But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin like that, He aint Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin off rap. One love. (8 Bars) I'll do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless. I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old though. (Marsha- chours) |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(20 second instrumental to open)
(The Game) Who really the best rapper since 'Pac got killed I done answered that question when I copped my deal Ask yourself when the Game is comin, after next summer I predict my shit'll drop before the next Howard homecoming Now who in the runnin, no one, ask the niggaz who want it I got a four-fifth and it just like me, it stay gunnin Me and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600 Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors It's written, Compton niggaz never run from the law Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels and a board So I'll never see a jail, and I'm allergic to bars Can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em, so we travel with ours Poppin Crist' in the 6, like we drivin through Mardi Gras Thinkin 'bout beads and titties as I roll through the city And I keep 16 in the clip, and I let 'em all go like the Lakers did Ellie, Atty and Nick, huh (Chorus) When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin Payback come through violent, nigga We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent, cause When shit get thick, niggaz start dyin Bodies pop up in dumpsters, mothers start cryin Payback come through violent, nigga We hit blocks, bust shots, leave ya whole block silent (Sean T) No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoa We off the train tracks like the great space coaster We hit real big and consistant like Sam Sosa Prepare for war, like United States soldiers Lock tight and rock right like grey eight oz's I'll be hittin up spots, in them flip Range Rovers Before you even try to play, foolish all over Empty out yo' pockets, turn everything over We ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickest When we roll by the quads in them Z-66's Big spittin, grip kitten, that big face greed Always dirty never clean but we live like kings Legendary like Sting, it's a history to follow But not known for stingin known for gettin off hollows Shoot me a glass of Remy, nah f**k it the whole bottle And watch me act bad and take off, full throttle (Chorus) (JT the Bigga Figga) I'm from a batch where it ain't no cut, we all in 36 on a triple beam scale for meal Duffle bag on my shoulder my route, through the back of the jet To bag up baguettes and everybody know it I'm the iceholder makin the cut, never breakin 'em up My favorite color is rainbowed up Ain't a coke dealer, but I got bricks for cheap Hit the lab for a fo' day block, we got heat You niggaz can't compete when I walk in the streets We Get Low, and there's no idea with the info It's a rule of thumb, let them dudes a come I'm cruisin some, 20 inch shoes and some I'm in the widebody XM-5, all my snakes is live We check your five, the spot where the tec dies And everybody gotta holla the name It's JT from the Fillmoe streets to CPT |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
[Verse 1:]
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Ese's, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians All these muthafuckers been patiently waitin' Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin' The west coast never fell off I was asleep in Compton Aftermath been here the beats been knockin' Nate Dogg doin' his thing DPG still poppin' I got California love fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit & westside connection been had it locked bitch I'm in the rear view my gun's is cockin' I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases Faught that, not guilty I'm back Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback Homey I'm bringin' CA back & I don't do button up shirts or drive Mayback's All you old record labels tryin' to advance Aftermath bitch take it like a muthafuckin' man. [Chorus:] If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you from Nigga Westside! [x2] [Verse 2:] I'm lowridin' homey, 6 Tre impala Gold D spinnin' chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop breathin' Hollow tips make niggas disappear like houdini Gang bangin' is real Homey I'm livin' proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin' on top of the devil's roof Rap critics wanna converse about this & that Cause red strings in this converse & this a Dre track Keep jibberin' jabberin' I'll pull a .38 magnum & get the clickin' & clackin' You'll homies will wanna know what happened Come to Compton & see Thriller like Michael Jackson I might be Spike Lee, All this gun clappin' Prior to rappin' I was drug traffic In the dope spot playin' John Madden Homey I ain't braggin' I took 5 You wanna die? ...Run up on that black 745... [Chorus:] If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you from Nigga Westside! [x2] [Verse 3:] New York New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on I'm doin' my thing Got me fuckin' wit G-Unit you know the drama that brings I got niggas in Westside Compton & Southside Queen's & Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through So I don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Po' I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice You niggas is nuts so, I take off your roof Leave your ass streched out like a Cadillac Coupe God gotta let me in Heaven all the shit I been through I was an OG in the hood before I turned 22 Homey I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest & I now I'm contemplatin' whether or not he left that shit on the dresser Got Compton on my back I'm startin' to feel the pressure I'm lyrically Kool G. Rappin' these Dre Records. [Chorus:] If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell them where you from Nigga Westside! [x2] |
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from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
[Verse 1]
Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Asians, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans, Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians, All these mutha fuckas been patiently waiting, Since the west coast fell off the steets been watchin, The west coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton, Aftermath been here the beats been knockin, Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin, I got California love fuckin bitches to that Pac shit, And westside connection been had it locked bitch, I'm in the rear view my guns is cockin, I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman, All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases, Faught that, not guilty im back, Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack, Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback, Homie i'll bring ur CA back, And i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks, All u old record labels tryin to advance, Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man, [chorus x2] If you take a look in my eyes, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game tell them where your from, Nigga westside! [Verse 2] I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on my low-low you stop breathin, Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini, Gang bangin is real, Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof, Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that, Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track, Keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum, And get the clickin and clackin, You'll homies will wanna kno what happened, Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson, I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin, Prior to rappin I was drug traffic, and In the dope spot playin John Madden, Homie I aint braggin, I took five, If u wanna die run up on that black 745 [chorus x2] [Verse 3] New York New York, big city of dreams, I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing, Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring, I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens, And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through, So i don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo, I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus, Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice, You niggas is nuts so, i take off ur roof, Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe, God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through, I was an OG in the hood before i truned 22, Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest, And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser, Got Compton on my back, Im startin to feel the pressure, I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records [chorus x2] |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can... [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus] |
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from Chris Brown - Graffiti [Standard Version] (2009)
Zone 4 yeah Lets go i'll be swimming in women and i'd be diggin and living and ill be whippin the whips that cha havent seen now well the quip is just whip it and make it pur like a kitten and imma have you withh the mean now and all the fast girls wanna get money baby girl you aint getting none from me all you get is this make it bounce like a bunny come on take take take ssome for kids but feel it in your ribs like wait (wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait ((wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait (wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait (wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait (breezy) girl i wanna make ya sing like opera gotta cold headed dose im your doctor pink house like a copper man i got the chopper lion king in that thing mufasa (oops) ill break you out just a bigger bit of me you may wanna take a bite right outta me girl i think your ready oh damn you want me to do something yes maam i just wanna get a little give a little take a little make a little love all over my place baby girl you got a bottom i can spot it from a mile & i be wildin out then i put you off the trace girl i'm right in front of you wanna be right up under you kissin under your belly button for about a month or two you gonna love it when i look in your eyes im hitting highh now i be swimming in women and i be digging and living and i be whippin up things that you havent seen know well the quip is just whip it and make it pur like a kitten and imma have you in the mean now and all the fast girls wanna get money baby girl you aint getting none from me all you get is this make it bounce like a bunny take take take this to your kids you feel it in your ribs like wait (wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait (wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait (wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait (wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait girl i like your face down with your a** up do the most get close like casper beat it like a boxer eat it like a lobster tell me your desires get you higher than a roster i got something special for you when i get you home you should let me drive girl the rides really long if you wanna ride ride ride you can you just gotta lie lie to your man i just wanna get a little give a little take a litte make a little love all over my crib girl if you can take a lot of make a lot of sounds im gonna take your body down and ill bash you on the chris oops girl im right in front of you tell me what you wanna do i just want your body with my body right up under you you turning me on like a keri hilson song and i wanna get you goin right now let me knock you down wait a minute mother f***** wait wait wait wait wait a minute mother f***** wait wait wait wait wait a minute mother f***** wait wait wait wait wait a minute mother f***** wait wait wait wait i'm in that mocialaco riding through chicago and its 12:00, 12:00 in my mofato yeah i know, b&cb its like back in back diablos drop the top put on the gatos swim in the mike phelps under my gucci belt i said swim not unstrap my gucci belt more shoppers than johnny depp in that mosso so many game impasso riding ram in the boxsters i'm in the deville sippin on bell with damn vodka so many tricks hit em in a little bit cant grab banana split i aint no chicken never been no chicken ish if i pop a bottle she a model hen she lickin it if im going down im eating it like ? knocking on my dressing room just to get freaking chris she spillin my chris freakin on my fresh fit curve thats when get on to the next two i'll be swimming in women and i'd be diggin and living and ill be whippin the whips that cha havent seen now well the quip is just whip it and make it pur like a kitten and imma have you withh the mean now and all the fast girls wanna get money baby girl you aint getting none from me all you get is this make it bounce like a bunny come on take take take ssome for kids but feel it in your ribs like wait (wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait ((wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait ((wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait ((wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn)
When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (The Game) kick the Roberto Cavall's off and lets talk-sex let me whisper in your ear how you like your-sex should i unzip your-dress step on out girl and tell me whats next do you love me- YES do you want me- YES then let me wipe the oil all on your- flesh take you out of them Vickys make you forget about your- ex let me spray this wipe cream on your- chest i go downtown you go downtown- next unstrap my bulletproof- vest take two steps back and just-flex and by now you got to be- wet like the ocean after the sun- sets its over climb up on my- chest i wore that ass out girl just- rest Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (Raheem DaVaughn) When i step up in the club you know its going down in here tonight Put that Belvedere on ice let me know how you feel girl is it real girl just make sure you understand when i put this in your hand its so real so real Candy rain drippin down your window close the curtains and take off your cloths i'll make you say 00o0oo o0o0o o0o0o Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (The Game) there she goes again talking all that- trash girl stop playing i tapped that- ass we can go real slow or do it-fast just like i thought you ran out of- gas and girl you like the new s-class everytime i look at you i wanna- smash get inside you ??? you drive me crazy girl i can just- crash jump in your pool and- splash then slow it down like an hour- glass turn around girl look at that- ass beautiful as an Eli Manning-Pass round twolets roll some grass get high, think about it then- Laugh i wanna turn you on let me pop your- tags you so fly i wanna check your- bags Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown |
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from The Game - LAX [International Version] (2008)
Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn)
When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (The Game) kick the Roberto Cavall's off and lets talk-sex let me whisper in your ear how you like your-sex should i unzip your-dress step on out girl and tell me whats next do you love me- YES do you want me- YES then let me wipe the oil all on your- flesh take you out of them Vickys make you forget about your- ex let me spray this wipe cream on your- chest i go downtown you go downtown- next unstrap my bulletproof- vest take two steps back and just-flex and by now you got to be- wet like the ocean after the sun- sets its over climb up on my- chest i wore that ass out girl just- rest Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (Raheem DaVaughn) When i step up in the club you know its going down in here tonight Put that Belvedere on ice let me know how you feel girl is it real girl just make sure you understand when i put this in your hand its so real so real Candy rain drippin down your window close the curtains and take off your cloths i'll make you say 00o0oo o0o0o o0o0o Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown (The Game) there she goes again talking all that- trash girl stop playing i tapped that- ass we can go real slow or do it-fast just like i thought you ran out of- gas and girl you like the new s-class everytime i look at you i wanna- smash get inside you ??? you drive me crazy girl i can just- crash jump in your pool and- splash then slow it down like an hour- glass turn around girl look at that- ass beautiful as an Eli Manning-Pass round twolets roll some grass get high, think about it then- Laugh i wanna turn you on let me pop your- tags you so fly i wanna check your- bags Chorus (Raheem DaVaughn) When i touchdown That California feelings in the atmosphere You know, You know, You know When i touchdown Its wall to wall with sexy ladies up in here touchdown |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
"Too Much" (feat. Nate Dogg) [The Game] I'm from the old hood, somethin like yo' hood Where niggaz don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good So we rock it like Tracy McGrady Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans Nigga I can't be fucked, like a lesbian I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One: The Game] Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump [Chorus Two: Nate Dogg] You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares? Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare Don't know how much atten-tion you pay You better be ready to die, in this game [The Game] I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef clown, my son three now And I've been watchin Dre so long I'm makin beats now Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town I mean Chi-Town, fuck it it can go down Nigga I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo'-pound Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig I come back from the dead, tell 'em kill me again Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do? I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [The Game] Drive fast, both hands on the dash Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind Four doors, leather and wood Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood And I keep a chrome fo'-five under my hood So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane Long as my family straight, read this at my wake I gave 'em "The Documentary" and they scraped the plate Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face I can not, will not ever be replaced I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man [Chorus One + Chorus Two] [Nate Dogg] He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared You can't find your girl, she right here I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare 'Sides there's way too many hoes in here |
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from Sheek Louch - Silverback Gorilla (2008)
[Chorus: x2]
I think we got a problem, got a got a problem I think we got a problem, got a got a problem I think we got a problem, got a got a problem Think we got a problem, think we got a problem [Sheek Louch:] Think we got a problem, mask on, show you how to rob em Revolver, show you how to solve'm Drivin down Harlem, the Aston a problem No tint fishball it ain't hard to spot him Think we got a problem, weed got too much Only thing damn I'm down to my last dutch Think we got a problem, but really it ain't dough There's one of me, and these bitches I count about three four Think we got a problem, the homey just all talk He ain't gon pop a balloon with a pitch fork Think we got a problem in the club with this dogg Rude boy, starks, ladies, everybody [Chorus] [The Game:] Think we got a problem, Game in Manhattan Black on black Aston the 21 strapped in Dominican chick ridin shotty all strapped in Customize the dash on my shotgun strapped in Cops on the shoulder gotta pull a Hova Time to fade to black cause I ain't pullin ova The engine is a problem, that ain't no question Pop the trunk see the speakers kickin' like Beckham Think we got a problem, Sheek know I'm hot Kiss and Styles should make me a member of the Lox I take all the beats I remember how to box If I ever get knocked out, I remember how to pop Remember how to load everything inside my glock Ask the niggas in the hood cause they remember who I shot Think we got a problem, I snitched on myself And I hate rats so I dugg a ditch for myself what [Chorus] [Bun B:] Well it's the king of the trill Bun B'der you know the name And the streets is like the NBA, I love this game Keep a bottle of Henessey, a blunt and that purp With my hand up on my heater, and my killaz on churp You see me one deep in the spot, think I'm slippin', try ya luck Cause I got sixteen homeys with me, that stay ready to buck You can duck dodge or dive, but it won't do diddly skwat But leave ya with a leaky liver and both ya kidneys shot But you may not pimpin' I ain't fin to ask for it My money, my hood or my respect, I'm a blast for it You can't push fast forward, rewind or pause I'm a beat you till you shittin ya draws, so call the laws cause [Chorus] |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
Boy talks to lady to start the song)
(Verse 1 - Game (DRE)) What happened in hip hop That got Pac and Big shot The thicks plots Now every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself tote a gun And know to run then get shot Ive been there before Now im fuckin with Doc (Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers) If not i push rocks Anticipatin my encarceration Media think im fakin like Mason But when it comes to mase Fuck Off Kelly i dont take it in the face I find out who sprayed it I'm putting you under the pavement No buddhist, priest, catholic, or baptist pastor can save him Im far from religious But i got beliefs, so i put Cannary yellow diamonds In my jesus piece I came back from the dead Without a part of my chest Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for 3 years While everybody else dropped Now i understand why NAS Did a song with his pops (CHORUS x2) Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY (Verse 2) If i die my niggas, fuck it I did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas Got a hook from Faith No verse from Jay I guess on westside story He thought i spit in his face Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin to Ja With that mayback line It was payback time Keep fuckin with me nigga Ill put you under me Take your car and trade it in For eight 3 hundred C's If you cross my T I'll dot your Eyes You do life in a cementary Ill do mine with Shyne Come home sit in the thrown With my legs crossed And my air force Middle finger up Fuck the world Cause im feelin like Puff When Life After Death hit Mo' money, mo' problems And i lost my best friend Im the second dopest nigga From compton u'll ever hear The first nigga only put out albums Every 7 years (haha) (Game (Commentator)) (You know what speakin of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story) Ohh Ohh (You got a line that says Dont wear throwbacks Or drive, ride in maybacks, Is that a shot at Jay?) Naa, i was talkin about Ja Rule Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot of Respect for Jay You know what im saying I never take shots at legends Thats just something i dont do (Verse 3 - Game (Busta)) Let me tell you why i do this shit Im a son of a gun Cause moms was a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (son, duke is sick) The prodigee' of Doc Dre. I could finally put the shoes on Now that the rumors of Rakim and Q gone They say truth hurts Sunk, like quick sand Dont stop me in traffic And ask about hitman I gotta restore the feelin It crawled from under the rock After the dog pound Crushed the buildings I got a family to feed Im the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan After i sell 5 million If i tell you i aint Game And i dont know Dre. You gonn do me like X-Zibit And cut half of my face? I take all the credit For putting the west Back on the map If you aint feelin that Guess I'm Gorilla Black!!! (CHORUS x1) Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(Verse one)
f**k it yo who the best mc on the west? by far its me and in my car is a continental tea and my broad in that continental suite with the armadell rollin up dutches like that motherf**kers beef with the kid click-clack motherf**kers let them bullets burn your six pack motherf**kers get jacked motherf**ker when you come to compton get a mack motherf**ker when you come to compton i walk through times square holdin my johnson a cross style make a jada make a run threw yonkers i got d-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop and n**** i like your watch so roll over you can die with the jury first n**** take the stand to testify he gunna die with the jury and i might kidnap the judge or send a team to lean on you so the D.A budge i got n****** that'll ride for a grand so handover my rock or like earl manson you can die where you stand or you can die with your man i'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down (chorus 2x) you know this gl shit we got g's on the line or g's on the squad all week on the grind and if you doubt that step up 'cause we aint hard to find street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us (verse two) ima take it to the next take it to a motherf**kin neck pull up on a n***** holdin triggers n tecks we droppin square beads you easy to read this is the end of the road for whole ass mc's smoke grass by the pound glock holds 17 rounds and the flow'll knock any n**** down rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people tell them that i shitted on you n***** like i was a flock a seagulls infared beam like a traffic jam at night handle any man in sight with his hands upon a mic wanna light i got the torch im the best california a north for any n***** puttin flamed on a porche and never drive on bitch your gunna die on san quinn for and five catch a live one bust shots at the clouds so we can shine some get up off ur ass and n**** and grind some (chorus) flash f**kers on the tip of the gat you can put on flat but ill kill that ill open u up like a mat even if u heard'at i squirted and murdered a man and these new school n***** talk like we heard of them plans two two millimeters got up up in your man gettin off on you n***** and your mini-mans only thing runnin is blood n***** so gimme a grand so we will bust your head n**** straight through your hand or get off in yo ass n**** like jackie chan and when its all said and done it's a one will stand gunnin this motorbike feelin this power man 185 miles per hour man i stay cooralatin with the taliban i show up (show up, show up, show up, show up) n***** talk about money they forgot the struggle try to paint a perfect picture they forgot the hustle pieces of a puzzle guzzlin pints watchin the moonlight in the sun light more gun fights penetentary fly three kites ive seen more pussys turn to mics than mices turn to man so n***** take the stand get stomped by another mans hand got me naughious in my abdomin got me servin grams again grams rapped in rubber bands 22's on them rubbers man slow rollin dro blowin im gettin rich you see my fro growin ho's knowin i pimp them to the fullest respect a gangsta you can shoot but i eat to the bullets i shit missles eyeballs look like crystals my shits official its your man motion man and merifrista yo yo yo yo its luke and everything i sit on fat n***** be like oh shit how a n**** shit on that? y'all see a n**** grit on tracks f**k with the red beam get a n**** hit on that f**k with the real thing not the 760 the reason that they took the fair team to get me you dont want it with my dogs you got teeni guys i mean itsy bitsy little tiny weeni guys i done seen them guys bought as big as my gats and aint even got enough strength to pull on that you want real hard core shit i be on that cop the xlt u put threes on that put cheese on hats when luchi goes n squeeze on gats and leave these on flats g's messin low they got g's on that and have your momma outside screamin please dont clap (chorus) |
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from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
[The Game]
(State your name gangsta) The Game (Where you from nigga?) Westcoast (You gon' hold it down?) We always do around this time [The Game] I ain't leaving motherfucker, I'm back You've been away to long, I can't do nothin' bout that The hood askin' me Why I do Bleek a tragedy? Than drive over Brooklyn Bridge with Cassidy I rode down flushin', in a Rove down flushin' The hood show me love like I was Hova down flushin' Compton's Most, where the Yonkers flow And I got love for Queens and the Bronx fo' sho' Got squares blowing that Cali Drove muahfucker And I off shot like Aly Mo at the rucker Yeah the bird Flipper in Houston with the surve sipper I'm nice around Mikes words in pimpin' Got a mean knuckle game, I learn my dipppin' In '87, when Tommy Hearns was stickin' I hear niggas dissin', why you have to use Jay? Let that man retire Motherfucka its a new day [Lil' Flip] (State your name gangsta) Lil' Flipper (Where you representin'?) Houston all day (You gon' hold it down?) You damn right [Lil' Flip] I take it back to the block, them automaitcs'll pop You try to snatch my watch, yo dumbass gettin' shot I got the block on lock, and when the shit get hot Ima switch up spots, I'm your boy I'm breakin' bread with my homies, I'm bustin' lead at you phonies I fuck your bitch when she lonely That's every other night I flip your wife for the green They call me Hustle Man Nigga, my money too big for a rubber man I'm a veteran giving fiends they medicine I'm in Compton with Game bumpin' Let Me In My nigga Will in the pen, he bout to come home Hey tell these niggas I made a million of a ring tones I got a spring home down in Tampa Bay And I was raised out of Scarface and UGK Now its my turn, I want that puff money Matter 'fact that ain't even enough money [Cassidy] Yeah (State your name gangsta) Cassidy, nigga (Where you representin'?) Philly, Pennsylvania (You gon' hold it down?) You already know [Cassidy] The streets wave their head cast, cause they know the industry fear Cass I got these chicks cryin' like tear gas Used to sell dirt weed, couldn't even put it in clear bags But years passed now my dubs puffy like air bags You might see me out in Houston on Flip Block With a ?? old school drop with the ripped top Forget it I got shit locked, admit it my shit hot I'm the bestest nigga since BIG, Pac Out in tha Westcoast with Game, I let the toaster bang ya Cut you more times than the cards in a pocker game Cause most you lames when and saw my battle with Free Now all you wanna battle for free You see if you ain't got millions to bet, or put your deal on the desk You ain't real and I don't feel you a threat So I suggest you get off my dick and go vote or somethin' 'Fore you get the sawed off and tossed out a boat or somethin' (nigga) |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
California ain't a state it's an army
[Verse 1:] One motherfucker in the projects killin The same motherfucker that'll burn down the village With a chronic blunt full of that you know who gon Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two-door Sub whoofers in the trunk kickin that lethal injection A hood nigga lost with no direction So we bought a blacksmith in western strapped on his vest and that's his protection At the intersection waitin on arrival cause in the city of angels it's all about survival Fuck the 5-0 they wanna see you D.O.A welcome to L.A. Where the ghetto birds flying over my aunties and my cousin house Tell me what they buzzin bout the lil homie got smoked on the corner And now his momma cryin dead in california [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Verse 2:] Jumped in my impala took a trip to the swap meet To scoop up ego trippin and a white t Cause some niggas in my old hood don't like me Time to put they ass in check like my nikes Shoulda hit my nigga mack 10 on the chirp All I need is me and my bitch if you scared go to church Cause them california niggas crack heads for the turf And life ain't nothin but tech nines and dirt Dippin through the jungles my escalade hit a dip fuck Here come the gorillas in the mist And they dressed like ice cube was in 96' Stone cold jerry curls not one drip I'll sleep with the worms 'fore I swim with the fish And I'll ride with my niggas 'fore I roll with a bitch If it don't make dollars it don't make sense And I almost got shot cause I could'nthit a fence [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Verse 3:] Call the U.S. government and tell em it's a motherfuckin code red Niggas try to straight up jack me now they both dead Third lil nigga got away on his moped Caught him round the corner put the beam on his forehead Jumped in the impala then smashed through the light Without him one time in sight so I bust a right Oh century headed to the L.A.X where ain't nothin but fly bitches and jets In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked [? ] nigga in a 600 throwin up the set He must don't know I got the 40 on deck and the tech Tryna be [? ] time to flex it's the third time this shit happened to me all day Guess it's time to add another dead body to the doorway So I turned down my spice one tape and hit the switch Emptied the whole clip in his fuckin face [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Both:] California ain't a state it's a army |
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from The Game - LAX [International Version] (2008)
California ain't a state it's an army
[Verse 1:] One motherfucker in the projects killin The same motherfucker that'll burn down the village With a chronic blunt full of that you know who gon Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two-door Sub whoofers in the trunk kickin that lethal injection A hood nigga lost with no direction So we bought a blacksmith in western strapped on his vest and that's his protection At the intersection waitin on arrival cause in the city of angels it's all about survival Fuck the 5-0 they wanna see you D.O.A welcome to L.A. Where the ghetto birds flying over my aunties and my cousin house Tell me what they buzzin bout the lil homie got smoked on the corner And now his momma cryin dead in california [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Verse 2:] Jumped in my impala took a trip to the swap meet To scoop up ego trippin and a white t Cause some niggas in my old hood don't like me Time to put they ass in check like my nikes Shoulda hit my nigga mack 10 on the chirp All I need is me and my bitch if you scared go to church Cause them california niggas crack heads for the turf And life ain't nothin but tech nines and dirt Dippin through the jungles my escalade hit a dip fuck Here come the gorillas in the mist And they dressed like ice cube was in 96' Stone cold jerry curls not one drip I'll sleep with the worms 'fore I swim with the fish And I'll ride with my niggas 'fore I roll with a bitch If it don't make dollars it don't make sense And I almost got shot cause I could'nthit a fence [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Verse 3:] Call the U.S. government and tell em it's a motherfuckin code red Niggas try to straight up jack me now they both dead Third lil nigga got away on his moped Caught him round the corner put the beam on his forehead Jumped in the impala then smashed through the light Without him one time in sight so I bust a right Oh century headed to the L.A.X where ain't nothin but fly bitches and jets In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked [? ] nigga in a 600 throwin up the set He must don't know I got the 40 on deck and the tech Tryna be [? ] time to flex it's the third time this shit happened to me all day Guess it's time to add another dead body to the doorway So I turned down my spice one tape and hit the switch Emptied the whole clip in his fuckin face [Chorus:] [Ice Cube:] Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't burn And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [The Game:] California ain't a state it's a army Motherfuckers ain't gon learn till the chronic blunt don't And you can't see nothin but the ghetto bird light shining through the fuckin palm trees [Ice Cube:] California ain't a state it's a army [Both:] California ain't a state it's a army |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Intro)
Aight What the fuck are you lookin at self You want a piece of me Ahh man shit The story of my life... (Verse 1) If I could start from scratch I wouldn't change shit Same red bandana same 45th Same g wagon same hoodrat bitch Workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit Same telephone booth same connect That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest Same bloody t-shirt same address Same dog food album bangin in my tape deck Homie if I could make 94 today I'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A. I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando Told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal I got too many dead homies Fuck a rap career I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga tez Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday If I could bring back my homeboy charles he would say... (Chorus) If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back (Verse 2) Homie if I could rewind the hands of time I would of cut of the PS2 at 12:49 Nigga I'm a gangsta I stay on my grind Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot wit my own 9 I was 2 beeps away from a flatline When you a bad boy niggas don't wanna see you shine Dre said its my turn He call it game time 23" lexanis bitches call him ?lebron? I'd give my own life if I could change God's mind Bring baby luny back at the drop of a dime He let off a whole k Got shot 1 time That was a coo nigga I wish he had 9 lives My brother devon died coz he chased the cat This a dog eat dog world Jesus please holla back I got a confession to make its called payback If y'all don't wanna listen show me where pastor mase at (Chorus) If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back (Verse 3) I would have told Big Will it rain every Tuesday and Thursday When pigeons in your coupe you gotta watch where your birds lay Would have told Vita to stay sober When niggas beg for mercy That mean the beef is over Told meesh to take the porsche back Drive a rover Told slim hit reverse on that hardtop nova I would've change a couple of lines when I wrote soldier So I wouldn't have to live lookin over my shoulder My life is like an impala ridin 3 wheel motion I've been front to back Side to side Level my 6 4 frame out Keep on rollin Keep your family far away and your enemys closer Picture The Source suckin Benzino's dick Tryna be the big fish in the pond You know how them piranhas get You dead when dat green line go flat If you could start your life from scratch you couldn't change that (Chorus) If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back Go right back..... |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(feat. Nate Dogg)
(Intro - Dr Dre and (Game)) Ah man.. Ey game.. dont tell me you love her (i mean i like the bitch i dont love her) Next thing you know you gon be all boohoo'd upped with her and shit (fuck that) (chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg) Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special (verse 1 - The Game) L.A.X. to J.F.K. thats where it all happened Caught you walkin out that gucci store in manhattan I was in chains and cuffs, you was with cha girls I was in that aftermath chain, you was in pearls It was me against the world, baby girl You had dreams of stardom, The prince of compton meets the queen of harlem First date at mr chows it was culture i would coach ya La pearla, gucci, louie, finde, prada, dolce Runnin circles in my living room, tearing up sofas Me clear in the rover, fuck it ma lets tear up the highway Let the sprewells spin till the plates fell off Then we could go 1 on 1 at dres house Jeans painted with the waist cut out You rockin the fly way that lil bit of compton mixed with bed stuy way And girl im not trying to excite you, Im tryna wife you, bamboo earing, white air nike you Yea (chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg) Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special (verse 2 - The Game) I like your style, like the way you move, the way you talk The way you smile, the way you swingin them hips when you walk The way you look, the way you ride when you workin them thighs The way you licken your lips when you look in my eyes You down for me, im down for you You go down on me, ill go down on you I wanna do all the things that your man wont do Im from the hood, so i know how to handle you Keep you in pink rocks and g-unit canvas shoes Show you how to gangsta lean when the lambo move Ill take you to new york city, atlanta too Show you how to fly them birds and them hammers thru And you know... (chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg) Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special (verse 3 - The Game) Let me tell you bout the birds and bees How i stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys Your boyfriend dont like me, cause he dont get a fourth of my cheese And you can take back the porsche and his keys Hop in the range rover, you aint gotta force him to leave I gotta chrome four four on my jeans You got gucci frame covering the mark on your face Cause he dont want you to leave and i dont want you to stay Sometimes i wanna snatch that nigga out tha CLK I know he treating you like k-ci did mary j I wanna ease ya pain, kick off your louie sandles Let me, whip your tears with my g-unit bandana Make me wanna peal you out them jeans when you rockin em Its "me and my girlfriend" like tupac and them Jay-z and beyonce or bobby and whitney We the oh 5 bonnie and clyde, you feel me (chorus, x2 - Nate Dogg) Girl ill do anything to make you feel special Man its easy to see you special to me Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be I want you to know, your special |
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from The Game - The R.E.D. Album (2011)
night
투쎄ㅋ Closer 프리키 한 개의 달 한 개의 마음 순이네 담벼.. Rocketeer (Feat. Ryan Tedder) Far East M.. 곡 71 | 담기 5 | 추천 0 |
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from Coach Carter (코치 카터) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2005)
(feat. Lil Scrappy)
Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Yall dont want it with the southside (Aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy) Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it) Yall dont want it with the southside (ayy, ayy, aint nothin, aint nothin, ayy) (Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy) Ill leave your ass cripy Like some frosted flakes What you call it sneaky nigga Tha man Jake the snake Every nigga on the street Got something to say Until they get sprayed in the face With a gay like mase I dont hate the fagget Lets get that shit straight I was lifted by a precher So my mom pushed weight Now i hooked up wit game Real nigga with flame He show me cali love And i aint in no game Every nigga that role wit me Betta keep it G'd Ill put the verdebrate Push a DDT Lets get the sippi Yall niggas aint even gifted Bust a shot at your chin Your top getting lifted G's up get your G's up Scrappy with your weed up I fuck with g-unit So yall sake get they ass lumped Your homeboy really going Through something I cant change I fuck hoes that would make Mya look lame (CHORUS) (Verse 2 - Game) The reallest of niggas I role wit them killas (yeah) The world gotta feel us My clique is +G+orilla +U+ +N+iggas +I+n +T+rouble Im in the track with B-M-E cliqueing You aint gotta know Im sigend to Dre to know that he sick P-89 thats what i handle my beef with Put them hollow tips under your arms Like speedstick Ride through your hood In a blue impala Like we crips Roll down the tints, G-Unit Im a head busta, lil scrappy When the lead touch ya And they aint no comming back when you dead fucker Sleep in your earn And get eaten by worms Trying to fight a fire with Bottled water heat and get burned They tampered my phones Like D-R-E and the firm Cuz im buzzing like WuTang And it aint even my turn So who it may concern Youll get your whole mouth wide Fuckin with them gang bangers In the SOUTHSIDE (CHORUS) (Outro - Lil Scrappy (Game)) Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga (hold up) This your boy little scrappy shorty (BME) A-town (A-town) Mi nigga game (Comptown) You know, its westside (G-G-G-G) in this bitch They want (G-G-G-G-G-G Unit) to get that ass hit They wanna get that ass hit Ayy, ayy, ayy, (G-G-G-G) Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Who you lookin at? Nah not me nigga Im for real Nah not me nigga (CHORUS) SOUTHSIDE (X2) |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Chorus)
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny (If you got it) I'm gone take it (If you're in it) You're coming with me (Bench warmers) Get no playing time (No sleeping) Till I cross the line I'm runnin' (The Game) With 99 miles left, on the Avis rental car blowing horns like Miles Davis at the pearly gate God let me in Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN I know I got more sins than two lesbians Been back and forth across the border like Mexicans But (I'm runnin') like New York pedestrians Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again It's funny how niggaz be the best of friends And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man One of my niggaz in the grave the other one in the pin She fuckin my enemies inside my homeboys Benz Now she beggin God's mercy cause she ain't listen to Nas And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey He got a cousin named Jason that rock the Gary Payton Now the same trifling bitch is a HIV patient True story (Chorus) (Tony Yayo) If I get knocked with my gun nigga I'm runnin' If I catch a murder one nigga I'm runnin' Homicide come around and they keep on coming That's why I'm out of state and I keep on runnin' I ain't Nelly but my desert eagles on girl Just dropped bail traveling the world When I sign my deal I said fuck jail I went on tour to Barcelona and Brazil This shit real fuck an appeal D's want my head like that bitch in Kill Bill Sling dope sling crack and them e pills That's why I'm on the low like a dead navy seals I'm runnin' (Chorus) (Game) Cause I gotta pack them shows And Dre told me ain't no coming back from Go So I gotta get my album in place My G-Unit features My Eminem sixteens My Dr. Dre beats And it was two years from today when I started rhyming And took my demo to Suge and he ain't sign me Niggaz threatening my life like it's hard to find me See me shining in the hood like twenty inch Lexanis My mom said I'm hard head I don't follow the rules Why should I when Reebok giving niggaz they own shoes And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got Yayo in jail and they think I'm trying to take his spot I'm in the studio laughing at Chris Rock Then I turn on MTV and see Soulja Slim shot And niggaz trying to gun me down in the rim shop Cause I just want the same recognition that the crypts got They say I'm the next in line and if I get shot Then I go out as the Bobby Fischer of hip hop Make yo chest move Sylvia Rome and Kevin Lyle slept cool Jimmy Iovine was the best move |
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| from Anderson .Paak - Room In Here / Clean [digital single] (2015) | |||||
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(Verse 1)
As my Daytons spin low-rider sittin low Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Ragtop 6-4, Henny in the passenger side Smokin chronic just let me ride You would do it if my name was Dre Second comin mothafucker Throw it up for the king of LA I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft I'm hard as a mothafuckin ounce of raw Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounced the ball Fuck the law Feedin my son is a must Whip it soft, whip it hard In crack we trust Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the twenty? G Answer: cocaine been around for centuries Since I'm young, black and rich I'm the public enemy Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy (Chorus) *scratching* I got the remedy *scratching* Aftermath got the remedy *scratching* Nigga back up, back up, back up, back up 'Fore you get your punk ass smoked (Verse 2) I ain't no joke, G So don't provoke me I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy An' starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked "Where you from fool?" Better say you pro-black 'Cause walkin in Roscoe's with your chain hangin Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gang-bangers Now that 'Pac passed Tryin to put us on death row Get ready for the aftermath I run through the city like Godzilla Doin more damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killer Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy There go another victim of a 1-8-7 Who's the grim reaper with your life in his hand? Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go blam So kick back and watch the bitches dance N.W.A. is back, now let me see your mothafuckin hands (Chorus) (Verse 3) I'm back by popular demand And so all black interior on a cherry red 6-4 Niggas endin they careers tryin to shut me up Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up The West coast still pimpin Game still bloodin, and Snoop still crippin So what you sayin lo (?) Red and blue bandana tied in a knot As I creep through the chronic smoke They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes Three-wheelin' through the neighborhood, system on blast As the motherfuckin one-time passed (?) The key to drive-bys is to aim steady Turn that fake (?) into confetti When you cross that enemy line, close your eyes Parental discretion is advised |
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| from The Game - Red Nation [single] (2011) | |||||
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from The Game - The R.E.D. Album (2011)
night
투쎄ㅋ Closer 프리키 한 개의 달 한 개의 마음 순이네 담벼.. Rocketeer (Feat. Ryan Tedder) Far East M.. 곡 71 | 담기 5 | 추천 0 |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
Real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you? I'm the type to pack a gat or few Pull out and pop, simply cause I'm mad at you (The Game) Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyin that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin like the streets is mine Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined If there's beef, I'm releasin mine And I won't stop bustin 'til them Escalade seats recline The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast I return shots like Arthur Ashe You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies Fuck bein sorry, it ain't nuttin but a gangsta party And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him And the Game ain't tryin to win, fuck the awards So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga (Chorus) (The Game) Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap that'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster But that don't stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through Droppin all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin, one in the changer One when I push the button's right next to the cupholder Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains And the coroner's real good with that pickup A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line (Chorus) (The Game) Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome If I die then I'm leavin a clone; but if I live through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big When I'm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block And when I'm loadin up them clips, I listen to 'Pac A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it (Chorus) |
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from Lil' Kim - The Naked Truth (2005)
When the sun goes down
and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear All these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year With these gimiicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it How did they make it in this game for so long I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard I know a federal case, from a publicity charge Man I FOUGHT tooth and NAIL to keep them PUNKS out of JAIL But hoes wanna go to COURT'til I pay them for they NAILS Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T You spent your advance on your Continental T I know you sick when you clean your RIMS you still see a Bee And we see you a LIAR, tryin to DENY HER Jackie O. proved you FAR from a FIGHTER Comin at ME bitch you playin with FIRE I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your GHOSTWRITERS When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop I hear 'em talkin like they gangster material But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you 'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical SHOTS get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul And if I don't like you then I will pretend to It's the ones that befriend you that TURN up against you In the court of law and drop a DIME like Sprint do Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya Chump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher I cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers You fake phony, you always was lil' homey Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you? When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop You see it always be them ones talkin this and that How they knife game ILL and they gun go CLAP Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap 'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back It be the SAME ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin A whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards Got 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team You can run top speed BUT YOU CAN'T DODGE THE BEAM Got a CLEAN 16 and my spit game mean Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems You act like you don't know what side of town this realer Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers When the sun goes down and them guns come out Them niggaz that was talkin they won't run they mouth When them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(Intro Verse)
Electro compulsive therapy, Part 1. (Verse 1) First thing's first (Aftermath), The Chronic is back This is indo produced by Timbo Game ova, naw the nwa chain choka Is burnin rubber inside the range rova Chain smokin', Purple Haze, this ain't Anotha one of those this the rebirth of dre The rebirth of la, the rebirth of hip-hop Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pac Hold up, Timb stop. I said this anotha memorial For Makaveli and Big Pac, g-g-g-g-g! Young homie got shit locked, public enemy #1 Flava flav on the wristwatch. all black g-units All black impala, im a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo 50 Cent know I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm ridin' wit Timbo (Chorus) Girl if you got a big back lemme pin that Show me where ya friends at we can flip that Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) I show you where the bloods at where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) Lemme put you on the game (Lemme put you on the game) Reburn! (Verse 2) I ain't got the west on my shoulda, got the west In the backseat of the rova. ridin on dubs, nigga I'm westcoastin'. the next hova from the home of The best doja, makin all that racket, i got the u.s. open Stunt on me I'll leave you wit ya chest open, vest broken Hop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin, g-g-g-g-g! I done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news. I got dre in the back, ridin on 22's. bitches screamin 'let me ride', it must be the shoes. red and black g6's Red dot on the glock, I'm goin 3x platinum dawg how Do I stop? I'm hot (Chorus) (Verse 3) My unit is gorilla, fuck with me my familia, I will kill ya. i know that boy not familia(r), But you got to feel em if the docta sealed em (is Compton in the house?) without a doubt I'm the rapper wit clout otha niggaz yap about. You know the one that introduced new york to The beach cruiser, got em puttin red and blue Strings in they G-Units. get groupie luv, Tell em to keep movin, if I gotta problem wit a bitch I let eve do it. unless she got on la perla And I can see through it, I don't just let her ride I give her the keys to it. me n my bitch layed back In the coupe, I'm movin in the neighborhood i ain't Passin through. I woulda been here afta snoop, But i slowed down and showed Timbaland how to iron a Khaki suit. (Chorus) |
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from The Game - Charge It To The Game/ The Mixtape (2005)
New jersey devil
Hahaha Dont worry about me I aint no body Im jus go come sit down o..a... By there n then ima get the fuck outt yo way so u can goo goo....im get all the way out the way ahhaa Bitchh Niggas gotta v12 engine out til i bust that chrome Screamin like that hollow tip crush that bones When i call 50 banks young buck is on They bring heavyy |
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from The Game - The R.E.D. Album (2011)
클럽음악종결
카리스마영구 Take Over Control (Radio Edit) (Feat. Eva Simons) Afrojack Lionheart (Original Mix) Afrojack Surrender (Original Mix) (Feat. MC Ambush) Sidney Sam.. 곡 94 | 담기 19 | 추천 6 |
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from R. Kelly - Tp-3.Com (2005)
I hope yall got yall playa's card
cause yall aint getting in unless ya do Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door (She on the floor) surrounded by them playa's and thugs (She on the floor) the girls gone wild in the clubs (In V.I.P.) Got drough with a bottle of bub (She don't care) Shakin ass just throwin em up I'd really like to get to know her the way she warms her Bodie up now she heated got me heated up I can find I really wanna beat it up So her how I hit the bottle and spend it up You don't gotta worry bout being alone Cause tonight we'll be together in my home Exit out the club bouncin our domes Got that red coupe matchin the chrome Put that body in motion motion And watch it wave like ocean ocean Now break it down and worm it worm it Now bring it up and shake it shake it Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door I'm still fresh like uh impala uh Dre's young guns still ridin the base drums (Chi) Four times platinum hate it or love it I'm still number one Still in the hood one hand on my gun And my trigger finger still make b**hes cum I mean the one with the ring and the tounge Compton uh Kelly found her in the slums Shakin that rump both hands on the pumps Send her home with me I'll have your girl yellin uhhh Kell's my b*** drunk but until girlfriend still wanna have fun Pass the blunt let her drink red rum Bet she aint never seen a penthouse at the Trump Me and R been around the world and we'll give it to you just how u like it girl Girl you on a mission step in club shuttin down competition The way you walk it talk it switch it And when the doors close handle yur business Now make your booty go (boom boom boom boom) Break it down now (boom boom boom boom) Bring it up now (boom boom boom boom) Push it back girl (boom boom boom boom) Now shake shake it shake it shake it Out the club in the coupe to the mansion We gone get bent up to the morning Layin back in the chair while you wind it Lap dance on me girl bump and grind it We gone do it till we drop it until the part stop we gone keep it hot Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door I like it when you flip that bump that roll that shake that drop that rope that Make it go clap clap I like it when you flip that bump that roll that shake that drop that rope that Make it go clap clap Playa's only where them chicks be checkin their bodies Up in the club where they get real naughty Take um from here to the private parties where there aint nothing but Playa's only where the playa's be spinnin a lot of dough Honies got ass bouncing on the floor This is how we behind the playa's door |
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from Nate Dogg, Warren G - Party We Will Throw Now! [single] (2012)
●♪추천 팝송 4..
Aussi HBC Lessons Learned (Feat. Rachael Yamagata) Cary Broth.. Both Sides Now Rachael Ya.. God Only Knows Brian Wils.. 곡 40 | 담기 12 | 추천 2 |
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from The Game - Untold Story/ Chopped & Screwed (2005)
Father you give us power to speak the word fatherYou sayWe have but to ask with a sincere heart and it will beSo we thank you for this spoken word fatherYou say that when one or more come together in your name your presents will be feltSo we now only ask to feel your presents we need to feel your presents fatherWe thank you for the blessings you have given us this dayThings that people don?t even realize that are blessingsThe food you have given us to eatThe cars you have given us to driveThe cloths you have given us to wearThe money you have given us to spend
The lives you have allowed us to touchAnd the lives that have touched our own We thank you for all these things father in the name of jesusWe thank you again for the power of the spoken wordI pray that by the end of this day this word which is your word coming through my mouthWill touch someoneAnd save someone?s lifeIn jesus mighty name I prayAmen amen |
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from The Game - LAX [Expicit Version] (2008)
Father you give us power to speak the word fatherYou sayWe have but to ask with a sincere heart and it will beSo we thank you for this spoken word fatherYou say that when one or more come together in your name your presents will be feltSo we now only ask to feel your presents we need to feel your presents fatherWe thank you for the blessings you have given us this dayThings that people don?t even realize that are blessingsThe food you have given us to eatThe cars you have given us to driveThe cloths you have given us to wearThe money you have given us to spend
The lives you have allowed us to touchAnd the lives that have touched our own We thank you for all these things father in the name of jesusWe thank you again for the power of the spoken wordI pray that by the end of this day this word which is your word coming through my mouthWill touch someoneAnd save someone?s lifeIn jesus mighty name I prayAmen amen |
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from The Game - Lax (2008)
Father you give us power to speak the word fatherYou sayWe have but to ask with a sincere heart and it will beSo we thank you for this spoken word fatherYou say that when one or more come together in your name your presents will be feltSo we now only ask to feel your presents we need to feel your presents fatherWe thank you for the blessings you have given us this dayThings that people don?t even realize that are blessingsThe food you have given us to eatThe cars you have given us to driveThe cloths you have given us to wearThe money you have given us to spend
The lives you have allowed us to touchAnd the lives that have touched our own We thank you for all these things father in the name of jesusWe thank you again for the power of the spoken wordI pray that by the end of this day this word which is your word coming through my mouthWill touch someoneAnd save someone?s lifeIn jesus mighty name I prayAmen amen |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(Chorus)
I only f**k with you on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I will be broke, if I would be with you That is why it's for one night (one one one one...)(Chorus) I'm a muthaf**kin' gang bangin' Nightmare Wake up mudaf**kers, I traded in my white Nike Airs For a red pair of converse, Back to the hood My own niggas actin' like I turned my back on the hood I used my rap money to put crack in the hood Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood I show niggas the Bentley, then let you drive it Gone for 2 days and I didnt even check the mileage When we was fighting with Crips it wasnt bout no dollars It was about selling dope to put our kids thru college I'm sittin' on the block reminiscing for hours whipping my tears 'cause now half of my niggas is cowards And I was still f**kin' with niggas after I got shot and didnt get one hospital visit My homie Snoop told me it be days like this It hurt my heart to say this shit (Chorus) I only f**k with you on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I will be broke, if I would be with you That is why it's for one night (one one one one...) Red bandanna in my back pocket I'm for real This aint no pastel color kacki suit and I aint Pharrell I don't front bout shit, I pull my gun bout shit And let everything fly to keep my son up out of this I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap Remember, the bullet holes in my son's car seat My baby momma found four shells I aint get one keep your head up All i got was keep it real, Keep it real my niggas? Last year alone I spent 1.5 mil on my niggas After the bullshit I stayed right there Took you to award shows there go Jay right there "Where?" "Right there" I had you niggas in suits, cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs I'm suppose to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear The last 12 months been a f**kin' nightmare (Chorus) This shit is worst then arguing with my bitch I done been through more up and downs then an Impala swith Get your hand out of my pocket nigga, go fish I was born by myself so I don't owe yall shit Nigga you tell me, what you want me to do Drop my son off at home and come bang with u? Oh now it's f**k Game, Naw Nigga f**k u I put that on my life, matter of fact that's on Piru And really is I can die too And end up in the cemetery, right beside you We can both ride, Angels flying over my head stone But the devils inside your box You wanted my shine so I gaved you ice Then I gaved you a second change & you played me twice Couldn't be a real homeboy to save your life I should of took Dr.Dre's advise |
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from The Game - Doctor's Advocate (2006)
(Chorus)
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) Ridin' by gettin' high Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) Drive by homicide R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la) (Verse 1) Once upon a time in the projects yo I watched my uncle Greg put D's on his six-fo' I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain Shopped crack and watched "Colors" and I soaked up game Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette 'Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain't like that He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac Crazy ass n**** wit' a Black Panther tat Kill a n**** cross him out on his Compton hat Told me when I got older I would understand that It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks 13 that's when I had my first (Chorus) (Verse 2) I was the first n**** wit' a Starter jacket on the block Used to build model cars and let the muthaf**kas hop Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin' rocks Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the dope spot Bought my first Converse thought I couldn't be stopped When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott Used to think that I was hard so I stole my brother's glock And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc I was drinkin' 40-ounces a lot And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy dropped I start bangin' red laces in my adidas Drinkin' out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by I was a menace to society But I never left fingerprints on my (Chorus) (Verse 3) I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip This is life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans? I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen Then I went to college basketball was my dream Quit the team 'cause I rather shoot rock wit' the fiends Wanted to be Freeway Rick He showed me how to turn a stolen 5.0 into a brick Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quik On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clip Hit my first switch same night f**ked my first bitch Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her tits She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my shit So I got her name tatted in (Chorus) Ol' English (x4) |
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from The Game - The Documentary (2005)
(INTRO)
3 Minutes my nigga...Ya'll know what it is..Just Blaze! (VERSE 1) Gangsta Gangsta that's already evident. Nigga wit a Attitude, check, check my residence. Whether I'm Crip or Blood, Homie, that's irrelivant. I'm with the D-O-C, there's nobody better then the west coast felon when he on that lowrider Bike pedaling, Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin' it. I'm with ya homie Doc Dre on the television while these niggas moving peanuts like a elephant. I'm on cars like spinnin' rims. I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem. Not to down Eminem I fuck black bitches, fuck white bitches, nigga I like bitches. Them half and half Alicia Keys dyke bitches. If the head right, I might Air Nike bitches. Or put 'em on a track like Just Blaze, I look down on hoes and look up to Dre, cause ain't... (CHORUS) No More Fun and Games. (scratches and mix-ins) (VERSE 2) I'm like Dre, Eazy, Cube, King Tia rolled into One. Used to move birdies 'till I put a hole in one. Nigga they thought I wasn't holdin' a gun, they try to ride up on me like Afeni Shakurs only son. Dre told me he ain't doing Detox, this his only run. Mase coming back and Hovie done. I'm surrounded by legends, sitting at the round table, I am The Game and still niggas tryna play Dude. I'm Ruthless, I ain't talkin' 'bout the label. I hook niggas up and I don't mean free cable. I mean I hook niggas up to the I.V, the same way Dre hooked me up to Ivine. I'm from the gutter, grew up in public housing. On the same block with a shack like Yao Ming. So if a nigga ever try to Jerry Hellin' me, tell Dre put up a mill cause that's what my bail Will be. (CHORUS) No More Fun and Games. (scratches and mix-ins) (VERSE 3) I been rapping for 1 year 1 month, 17 days. 13 hours, 28 minutes, then I met Dre. 30 minutes after I bought the new Em, that was November 18, 3:09 P.M. Around the same time Wanksta got it's first spin, that was 32 weeks before they signed Rakim. 8 Months, 13 Days, before I knew a Mike Lynn. And 3 Years after Mase done turned his mic in? I start writing 22 months and 20 weeks prior to Lebron shaking Adidas for Nikes. I'm right here, 6 years after Randy Moss caught his first touchdown for the Vikings. 1 day, 7 hours, 14 minutes, 21 seconds before Soundscan got printed. 2 Platinum Records for I'm classified with Biggie. And 2 seconds before the song finish, yeah. |
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from Chris Brown - Exclusive (2007)
Chris Brown:
The meanest the meaner the second the seen her got open got me lookin loosing all my control the pasion of finnin baby you're the meanin but i found myself trippin when you walked trough the door and i now it's like me gettin beside myself she got me fillin that way and i now its unlikely that you gone deny me and just walk away I'll be that guy that dont have time to play,lookin like yo schedule is about the same, the ball is in yo court i'm ready for yo game, lookin like yo nockers ready for my chain she be that girl i'll be watin for she sending me them signals that i can't ignore but i was gonna get her on the dancefloor then i saw her headed through the exit door Call her nice cause she got it, do whatever whenever cause she bout it that there nice cause i got it do it whatever whenever cause i'm bout it i'm fallin for it she got me trap that girls nice cause she got,she got it,she got it, breath, breath yo body is screamin i think that she missin ain't what you sayin girl i'm loosin my cool you got you a soldier and i got me a rider and you ain't got to stress it cause it's nothin to proove i know it ain't easy being a sexy girl thats always gettin in her way but i'm here tell ya you got me up on ya and i won't let you slip away I'll be that guy that dont have time to play,lookin like yo schedule is about the same the ball is in yo court i'm ready for yo game lookin like yo nockers ready for my chain she be that girl i'll I been watin for she sending me them signals that i can't ignore but i was gonna get her on the dancefloor then i saw her headed through the exit door Call her nice cause she got it, do whatever whenever cause she bout it that there nice cause i got it do it whatever whenever cause i'm bout it i'm fallin for it she got me trap that girls nice cause she got,she got it,she got it The Game: yeah you niggas know now that it's bout go down the club is packed up the word arround town that this is the jump off you know when the shit drops ya this is the jump off i did it for big pac i'm pourin my chris out the bichtes is to hot the takin there clothes off the yellin at tupac cause i'm from the west-side and they from the east-coast my niggas from down-south the lettin they teeth show cause this ain't Def jam and this ain't Bad Boy this ain't Star Trek this is the last call they turnin the lights on the bar is shot down i'm walkin with Scott Storch and we in the front now the bitches is with me they ready to pop off seen you're girlfriends you gonna get knocked off we hop in 6.4 cause its bout to go down Chris BRown: It's going down Call her nice cause she got it, do whatever whenever cause she bout it that there nice cause i got it do it whatever whenever cause i'm bout it i'm fallin for it she got me trap that girl is nice |
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