1.Intro
Alot of people are advocated that the rich gets richer and the
poor gets poorer.
Thats only because you dont understand
whats going to happen to you, you see its all just a game ladies
and gentlemen,
and the quality of your living depends entirely upon your
ability to play the game,
and i play the game.......
2.State Of Emergency
Lyricist：O'shea Jackson, Jonathan Rotem, Jayceon Taylor
We used to think that our ignorance is bliss
But we can't keep on thinking
That this moment doesn't exist
There's people fighting and fighting and fighting
For all that they own
It seems we twisted reality again
Looking for the opportunity for us to dig in
We're getting deeper and deeper and deeper
Into the unknown
(We've got to open up our eyes)
How long will we close our eyes to the youth？
How long until we recognize the truth？
How far will we let this go？
It's a state of emergency
It's time we see
There's a need to take action
This is a state of emergency
We're too blind to see
All of these simple distractions
All our attention is directed to the mirror
We want to forget that people live in terror
We're their only way out and the time is right now
We gotta grab a hold of this moment
How long will we close our eyes to the youth？
How long until we recognize the truth？
How far will we let this go？
It's a state of emergency
It's time we see
There's a need to take action
This is a state of emergency
We're too blind to see
All of these simple distractions
It's a state of emergency
It's time we see
There's a need to take action
This is a state of emergency
We're too blind to see
All of these simple distractions
How far do we let it go
Before we all take control
We are the hands, we are the feet
So we gotta go
Stop waiting for someone else
To take control
(Take back the control)
We could be their last hope
It's a state of emergency
It's time we see
There's a need to take action
This is a state of emergency
We're too blind to see
All of these simple distractions
It's a state of emergency
It's time we see
There's a need to take action
This is a state of emergency
We're too blind to see
All of these simple distractions
3.Bulletproof Diaries
Sit in the chair, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Sit my alligator jacket on the flo'
Let that shit crawl around, whattup Game？
How are you my nigga？
Let's get this money, you heard？
Money in zip duffle bags, shotgun shells
My killas gorillas, niggaz couldn't see 'em with gazelles
Frontin ass niggaz, go hang with Pharrell
Tryin to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell
Owens, call it T.O., he leakin like a project sink
Busted open like a hot dog link
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my f＊＊kin prison
thing
Came out still on point, like the RZA rings
I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens
Rep the dub like Wu-Tang, and I got (Killa Bees) (respect)
Black Wall Mafia, new millennium Genevieves
Got a million dollars say LeBron don't win a ring (word？)
I know Kobe, I be on the floor, 'Kobe!'
You know a nigga that can score 81？ Show me
I got a (Cuban Link) to a f＊＊kin O.G.
And nigga you're too close, what the f＊＊k, tryna blow me？ (back
up)
This the face off (respect the don) diamonds all in the charm
(Iced out) Where you be？ (The strip club throwin ones)
Where you from？ (New York, where you from？) Californ'
(Big sharks) Me too (swimmin in a pile of ones)
Yeah nigga, tomorrow man
Goin to take you to go buy some 18-karat gold golf clubs nigga
In the Bronx
This the face off (respect the dons, hundred thousand on the
arms)
Son where you be？ (Under palm trees stayin warm)
(Who you be？) Raekwon, who is you？ (Amaz-on)
I'ma keep it (Compton) Staten ('til the day is done)
Geah, frontin on us nigga, it's like
It's like racin a nigga in Afghanistan to go get some oil nigga
You gon' f＊＊k around and get your head burnt
I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact
Hip-Hop's never dead, the (Cuban) gave 'em heart attacks
Sleep in the woods, target cats come from under the V's
Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin
Keep it movin homeboy, the mac's always actin
Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers
Can't f＊＊k with us convicts, Stat-land
It's like actions, cliques'll die right with traction
It's Wall Street money and two gunny's
Slammers is extra chunky, yeah, me and my red monkeys
Silverback sales are few donkeys, all of us live comfy
Blow your head off like lunch meat
Chef in the game run the country
Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch
meetin
F＊＊k with they paper their gun squeezin
Off top, leak from the cop, them nigga jumped, this is front
season
Yo, man yo Game man
Let these niggaz know man f'real man
We official man
They wan' be readin our autobiographies in a minute, ya heard？
(Yo what if I was from Compton？) What if I was from Staten？
I'd be King Kong knockin down the buildings in Manhattan
(Gorilla warfare) Shootouts, real block shit
West coast assassin on some real 2Pac shit
My style's smokin like, after a glock spit
Game get the blood money, f＊＊k bitches and pop Cris'
Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year
Look at the tracks, either Bigfoot or The Game been through here
The Benjamins won't stop, and neither would a chrome glock
I kill a fire-breathin dragon with a dome shot
Come through your hood in a Chevy Malibu, on stocks
We had a meetin before we got here, and shit gon' pop
Heads gon' roll, Patron gon' spill
Fitted caps gettin peeled like the chrome on the wheels
Got a half a mil', sing your wounds won't heal
I declare war, nigga who gon' deal？
Yeah, y'all know what time it is man
'Bulletproof Diary' nigga, for real
Many may read this man
A lot of niggaz might not make it home, you heard？
We speak for the real ones man, for the churchmen man
All them real general niggaz man
All them niggaz that's out there man
Don't get no rest or none of that man, for real
The Chef nigga, Game whattup baby？
I love you, ya heard？ Superman lover over here for you baby
You know how we do it, we go all over the f＊＊kin world man
Get a lot of bread man, word up, hun'ned my nigga
We take you to Boca Chica or some'n man, knahmsayin？
Sip on some motherf＊＊kin, Don Julio or some'n, y'knahmsayin？
With two foul rings on, y'knahmsayin？
Couple of mean Guatemalians wit us
Half Guatemala, half Somalian nigga
4.My Life
Lyricist：Dwayne Carter, David Delgado, Andre Christopher Lyon, Chaz
Mishan, Eddy Montilla, Jayceon Taylor, Marcello Anton Valenzano,
Bryan Williams
Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up
What chu was goin' do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga？
Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking and shit
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Fuck you nigga!
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
They say, 'You ain't grindin' until you tired'
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through the day
A life for the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people
But I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my life？
Like what the hell am I doing right？
My life
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, like 'Do or Die'
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces？
My life
'Cause that's Jesus' people and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, 'The Passion of Christ' need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle
My life
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' â½Why？ Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles？
And why every hood nigga feed off evil？â
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
They say, 'You ain't grindin' until you tired'
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through the day
A life for the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people
But I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my life？
Like what the hell am I doing right？
My life
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'？ I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson â~cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
My life
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, 'No More Drama' now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
They say, 'You ain't grindin' until you tired'
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through the day
A life for the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people
But I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my life？
Like what the hell am I doing right？
My life
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the 'Chronic' album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
My life
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should
My life
With the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
They say, 'You ain't grindin' until you tired'
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through the day
A life for the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people
But I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my life？
Like what the hell am I doing right？
My life
My life
My life
My life
5.Money
Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04
But I grew up around impalas and drug lords
Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores
All we know is rocks and presidents like mount rushmore
Fuck the police they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin back to jail nigga that what I flush for
My money or my glock who do I trust more？
I don't know it's probably the one that I touch more
Guess it's the green cause paper motivate niggas
And my rolex races cause it hate niggas
I use to only sell 8s like that laker nigga
Now I'm movin 24s like I play at the staples center
You might miss the game so nigga don't blink
My phantom stand out like Frank Lucas mink
So go ahead and think like Frank Lucas think
Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin kitchen sink about
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep
gettin that
(Money)
Yeah Yeah
I get it that baby and slim cash money
All the jewlery on your whole crew that's my tax money
That pablo escabar crack money
That Lebron first nike contract money
That make it rain all my niggas throw a stack money
Stack it to the ceiling then call it shaq money
That walk in the club, straight to the back money
Flavor of love delicious sittin on my lap money
That rat money niggas get clapped money
Air force ones don't bend when I track money
Havin Alpo nightmares whippin that border
Like McDonalds I was flippin them orders
In that '02 porsche truck weavin through borders
I was through flippin quarters When I made my first mil
I'm about a dollar 50 cent ain't real
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep
gettin that
(Money)
Ooh Somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases
Order that patron tell em we want 3 cases
Fuck a black card you see these green faces
Look at my chest... now you've seen Vegas
Treat my money like the cristal that we wastin
Cause I'm a money machine I can re-make it
You a fool thinkin that Freddy can see Jason
I been iced out like who the fuck need Jacob
The doc told me to be patient but I walked
Money like the white howard next time he a free agent
I'm tryna make enough money so I can feed Asia
Have asains in the kitchen cookin in louis v aprons
Word to martha stewart if I can park a buick
Then I can flip a breech truck I got the heart to do it
Ball like the nigga tony parker do it
Speak no englis but dinero I talk it fluent
(Money)
Dead presidents, Big paper
(For the Money)
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
(Money)
My Bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
(Money)
In California niggas die
(For the Money)
From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
(Money)
Don't stop gettin
(Money)
It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep
gettin that
(Money)
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
Get Get Get Get Get Get Yea!
6.Cali Sunshine
Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux,
Most recent was 50 in Angola, that's what's up,
Any rapper could touched, any bitch could get fucked,
Under the California sun, impalas and big trucks,
They say Suge got knocked out, but don't play that nigga cheap,
Cuz you're body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach,
Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't shit buzzin but my
liquor,
Cali chickens got to the 80's strip and come back a little
thicker,
With more ass then Delicious, that's my Flavor of Love,
We make it rain like Rainman, when he play with the glove,
I'm the king to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas,
Playin in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas,
We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggas,
Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggas,
We drink Kool Aid with the ice on your arm nigga,
Take that Champion hoody off in the California sunshine
I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard,
We can't find Biggies' killers so we gave Diddy a star,
And I'm by far, Hollywood boulevard,
but I'm from a boulevard that tought ya'll to shoot out of
moving cars,
Remember, New Jersey driver's like a East Coast menace,
And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it,
Give me a New York minute,
to show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New
York pennants,
Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted,
I duck shots where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis,
And they never came back, like throwin a boomerang flat,
See me, I'm posted like a Cincinatti pitcher in the same hat,
It's like a scene from a movie, when the screen fade black,
Niggas roll up on you, Now you stuck in that Harold and Cane
trap,
If you slippin in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched,
I know some niggas that know some niggas, Ill get your chain
back.
Niggas already know who had the marijuana first,
We birthed haze and sour diesel, I was there when the water
burst,
Hell nah we don't surf, We half way go to church,
Tell you the truth, shiit, right now I'm in the fuckin hearse,
And it ain't my night to get buried in the dirt
But it is your day to get buried by a verse,
It'll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here,
Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I'm in there,
Hotter then the beginning of my career with 50, Dre and Em
there,
Top off the Murcialago like Victoria's Secret swim swear,
So listen, I'm so sincere, bout to work out like gym wear,
Murder MTV's top ten, and tat my face with 10 tears,
That's 10 funerals, 10 caskets,
10 3-piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic,
And 10 reasons why I got California hotter than acid,
Don't you ever, ever leave me out of the top 10 you fuckin'
bastards
Blaow.
7.Ya Heard
you see that cherry red phantom on them big ass wheels
see i be playin' 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 covers my eyes
that lambo that ain't shit just a public disguise
and that top model chick she for that diomand lane
and i be driving all crazy cause my diamond chain is bright
(bright bright)
as them las vegas lights
it'd be the same in california when i'm ridin at night
and new york i be in midown
up and down broadway havin' meetings all day
baby my future is bright (bright bright)
as the bronze take off from anybody
tyra banks on my arm and we crash any party
makin it rain ain't got shit on me
the way i ball the fuckin owner should come sit on me
yeah i'm fresh outta jail you shoulda knew i was back
turn up the radio its a wrap.
don't you hear it that nigga named luda
slicker than rick the ruler whoop ass like lax luger
my money long your shit is shorter than oopaloompas
and i'm super man yoooooul that ass like lax luther
shoot ya to say me gusta
i'll take ya to meet your maker
my dicks the staple center
i'll take ya to see the lakers
swoosh
on that cali kush smokin like a muffler
so many red flags i coulda swore i was in russia
i got the fame and the fortune
compton is scorchin get rid of bullets
my gun keeps havin abortions
i ain't having it nope
see 'em in the dead zone fake dope boys
it's more bass up in my headphones
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 elevator
and i'm bout to blow this bitch Game press the detanator
fresh outta georgia ya heard i was back
turn up the radio it's a wrap.
see i 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 a chain
then i bought me a house
then i bought me a range
then i bought me some 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 ya'll act like ya'll ain't hear
me spit
like sellin 7 million records ain't the shit
i don't win no grammys nigga i'm too gangsta
and poppin crystal with erv don't make me a wanksta
see i'm california certified
my niggas make the murder rise
read my fan mail in jail
buck told curtis bye
so imma break it down for the niggas in the south
slow it down put this rose phantom cream in my mouth
throwin prada slippers on when i walk in my house
p diddy and tommy lee know what i'm talkin about
see i'm fresh outta jail i know you heard i was back
so turn up the radio it's a wrap
8.Hard Liquor
(hard liquor)
Dre you must've been of the hennessy when he did this my Nigga
(hard liquor)
(hard liquor)
(Is there anymore (hard liquor))
(make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of
lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah)
(Verse 1)
You know me I turn them 40 bottles upside down
like niggaz with dead homies till it's empty like my 4 pound.
Niggaz thinkin I'm drunk
reach 4 my N.W.A chain and get ur ass beat wit da pump.
Tell security it's Game plus 50
and he probably gets fucked up every night like Bobby did
Whitney.
Fuck poppin crystal
I got a bottle of henny
me and my nine stay together like Hardaway and lil'Penny
I ain't here so u can ask about Em or Dre
I came to see some bitches shake their ass like Beyoncé.
So let me be hov' 4 a minute
get up in your hoe 4 a minute
and u could be my hoe 4 a minute.
Like I'm Diddy
be J-Lo 4 a minute
from the windows to the wall gettin low while I'm in it.
All I gotta do is hit em with a Jay-Z line
like u deserve to be my sunshine.
(chorus - J Love)
See her on the Floor
She's sexy
tell her where the af-
ter party is
but make sure that you see her friends before,
before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh
(Verse 2)
I'll spend a hundred dollars take a bitch to the hyatt,
then treat her like Busta like her ass on fire.
I'm a gangsta mah,
i wanna see you wiggle your butt cheeks both hands round your
ankles mah.
all I wanna see is ass and titties.
shake it like they do in magic city
with T.I. in that mothafucka,
You the them gold D's on that Porsche Truck
I show you how gangstas fuck
my 45 to the back of your weak
both of your arms in handcuffs
Take a bottle of Cisco to the head
see how you like getting fucked with a pistol to ya head.
tell ya girls I fucked your brains out,
we can do a manage-a-trois, pull the whips and chains out
I tear that frame out
I ain't no stunt man
I pull that range out
'BITCH'
(chorus - Jay Love)
See her on the Floor
She's sexy
tell her where the af-
ter party is
but make sure that you see her friends before,
before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh
(Verse 3)
I got 40's like the liquor store,
pour it on your weave like that bitch in the g-thang video.
You look wet, let me help you out your Von Dutch's
I know you used to niggas spinning but tonight i'm fucking,
the truck stop, the rims spin, I know they hate me fuck em.
It's killa cally nigga haters come a dime a dozen
Load em shells then i get drunk pissy,
this bottle of Hennessy got me wanting to fuck Missy.
I'm a gangsta I can turn that bitch out,
play with her pussy then drop extasy in her crystal,
60 seconds later I'm kicking that bitch out.
then ride down the show with the 4-5th out
stop at the store
that bitch emptied my Cris out
give me 50 feet or I'll empty this clip out.
Niggas wanna know what this LA shit 'bout
just visit when the Bloods and Crips' out
(Is there anymore any more (hard liquor)
(make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of
lemon juice
on ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah)
9.House Of Pain
Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Jayceon Taylor
Dodge this
Catch me if you can, I'm in 'em old school Barkley's
Back to the fence, puffin' on that Bob Marley
Flow like oregano, nigga, you already know
My competition's stiffer than Ronald Regan, let it go
Befo' you be a motherfuckin' vegetable
You scrap niggas too animated like The Incredibles
Let this beef go around like the twenty six's
It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain
Nigga, what about The Game？
Keep on playin', boy, I'll hop out this fuckin' Range
Look I ain't even ask for his fuckin' chain
But he took it off like Vanessa Del Rio
Now I'm on my way to Rio
After I see my PO, she cool, she a Leo
She ain't trippin' off the weed smoke
So I'ma blow it like the Patriots
And throw my dub up, 'coz Dr Dre made me rich
Where you from？ California
What city？ Compton
What you drive？ Impala
What you smokin' on？ Chronic
What you drinkin' on？ Patron
What you sittin' on？ The throne
Relax, make yourself at home
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
I wrote the block off, I talk that shit
Size twelve Bo Jacksons 'cause I walk that shit
There on Compton Blvd, that's where I walk my pits
Biggie and 2Pac and they bark like this
As I spark my splif
I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch
We be shootin' like free throws, flyin' them desert eagles
Sell dope to the Po' while we eat chili Fritos
From a gang banger to a CEO
Everything I do is big like the nigga Caesar Leo
Won't stop till I'm dead, ain't gotta watch for the Feds
They ain't watchin' me, so here's a dome shot to the head
As I take a patron shot to the head
And reminisce about the shit the DOC said
Get money, get cars, get mine, get yours
And keep your head up, like the Lambo doors
Where you from？ California
What city？ Compton
What you drive？ Impala
What you smokin' on？ Chronic
What you drinkin' on？ Patron
What you sittin' on？ The throne
Relax, make yourself at home
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Guess, it's time to break the number nine Jordan's in
Make a nigga mad when they been tryin' to floor the Benz
I'm doin' one sixty in the fast lane
Scott Storch in his Bugatti couldn't pass Game
I got it, made like my last name
I'm gone just like my Aftermath chain
Don't make me take you back to ninety six
Leanin' on that Datsun on the corner eatin' catfish
The Game, da, da, da Game spit, that shit
I'm controversial like the Afro pic with the black fist
Just ask the rapper that had to catch my last diss
I'm reckless and I ain't never crash whips
My pops wasn't around, so this bastard
Bleed California from the cradle to the casket
And I won't stop ridin' for my coast
Niggas keep talkin' 'bout my bread, we gonna make toast
Where you from？ California
What city？ Compton
What you drive？ Impala
What you smokin' on？ Chronic
What you drinkin' on？ Patron
What you sittin' on？ The throne
Relax, make yourself at home
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
Welcome to Compton
10.Gentleman's Affair
Lyricist：Jonathan Rotem, Shaffer Smith, Jayceon Terrell Taylor
See the bitchez be wantin' a thug
And the ladies be wantin' a gentleman
If you don't wanna fuck wit a thug
I suggest you ride wit Ne-Yo
This sex appeal can't be bought
It's not a skill, can't be taught
This is a gentleman's affair
If that's not you then please be off
This sex appeal can't be bought
It's not a skill, can't be taught
This is a gentleman's affair
If that's not you then please be off
Fuck this old nigga whistlin' fo
Outside my door apartment 5B
While I learn to cook my first ounce of raw
Use to whistle while I work
She whistle while she twirk
Bitch bounce that ass while you roll that blunt, it can't hurt
While you wet come out of that skirt
Bend over make it squirt
You can be my Superhead, maybe we should try that first
Let me whistle while you jerk
Run my hand up ya shirt
If you wit it say you wit it let me hear my birdies churp
(We like it)
Backshots make a bitch go bezerk
The game will make it hurt
T-Pain know Ima flirt
(And we love it)
Get ya ass up and fuck me then
I know you brought your girls
Girl fuck ya friendz
Matter of fact, I wanna fuck ya friends
Nah, I ain't mean it like dat, shit
This sex appeal can't be bought
It's not a skill, can't be taught
This is a gentleman's affair
If that's not you then please be off
This sex appeal
(Can't be bought)
It's not a skill
(And can't be taught)
This is a gentleman's affair
If that's not you then please be off
(Go 'head, bitch, be off)
There's the door, swags a standard
No less no more if you have none
Let Nezy know 'cuz that's all they checkin' fo
Flashin' paper, player, stop it
Swag is in you not in ya pocket, try to buy, ain't gone fly
'cuz she want smooth, gentleman life
She likes the way that everything I do, it so fresh and so clean
This sex appeal can't be bought
It's not a skill, can't be taught
This is a gentleman's affair
If that's not you then please be off
This sex appeal
(Can't be bought)
It's not a skill
(And can't be taught)
This is a gentleman's affair
If that's not you then please be off
(Go 'head, bitch, be off)
Can't be about C-notes
She know my pockets deep enough to see a deepthroat
And that's triple X rated, 'cha know？
My bitchez only want the weed, some X and some blow
Know not ask for the keys or no extra dough
I give 'em dick, no dough, she give me shit she go
All she got waz a baby and a Game logo
That waz then this is now, lift it up, break it down
I go in she come out
That's when the pussy make the sound
It will never be the same everytime when you fuck wit Game
Silk sheets, long dick, hot tub, Lil Wayne
Like I ain't never ran from no pussy
And I damn sure 'bout to pick a day to start runnin'
I said I ain't never ran from no pussy
And I damn sure 'bout pick a day to start runnin'
This sex appeal can't be bought
It's not a skill, can't be taught
This is a gentleman's affair
If that's not you then please be off
This sex appeal can't be bought
It's not a skill, can't be taught
This is a gentleman's affair
If that's not you then please be off, then please be off
11.Let Us Live
Yeah, Scott Storch
Yo I'm hoping out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion
Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms
My Dominican chick looking like Scarface sister
Red and curly and she wake me up early
Cus hustlers hit the block when police change shifts
New York, California different toilet, same shit
In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands
Still toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he dropped many men
Liquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound like？
Don't ask me that's my nigga we classy
Him and Montega Jada our style superior to haters
You can catch me in the latest Marvin Gaters
Ralph Lauren suit tape it up fly cause I'm papered up
Why these niggas keep hating on my Phantom
I be out in Atlanta and body tapping I'm probably strapped
Toast it up niggas
All my hoods on the real dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just really black
We live real down here, Lord let us live
No playing around here, Lord let us live
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We live real down here, Lord let us live
We coming outta here, Lord let us live
Now who the f＊＊k want war with the human gun store？
Gangsta rap is where I live just knock on the front door
Niggas stunt more than Jackie Chan
What the f＊＊k them faggots saying？
Nothing when I walk in the club with the gat in hand
Take 'em back to '94 shooing out a Astro van
Banging was the blueprint money was the master plan
Duffel bag full of Grants and Franklins
Rob niggas take they money shoot straight to the bank then
Head to the barbershop to get chopped up
Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up
Who snitching, who pitching and who knocked up
F＊＊k niggas in Black Wall Street I trust
Black hoodies and black Asics standing on the pavement
Hustlers don't sleep nigga we work the grave shift
F＊＊k that long money nigga get paid quick
And don't save shit
All my hoods on the real dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just really black
We live real down here, Lord let us live
No playing around here, Lord let us live
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We live real down here, Lord let us live
We coming outta here, Lord let us live
Lord knows that money don't matter
Lord knows that status is badder
Lord knows about the hood I live in
He's taking away but he's giving
Now don't give me these cars
Don't give me these mansions
Don't hate me just let me ride, Lord just give me light
I don't hate Mobb Deep or M.O.P
That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a
maze
And my legacy will never be that of a hater
Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers
It's the return of Gandhi
Criminal minded city behind me
Put it on my face to remind me
Of all the shit I been through my physical presence, my pen too
nice
My first album sent you life
I should of put down the mic when Rakim left Dre
No cleanup hitter so I was stranded on second base
I had to steal third motherf＊＊ker that's my word
There's some Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb
I was ultimate warrior to you bully ass niggas
I will come through the hood with the fully axe niggas
Like Snoop or Suge I'm in the coupe I'm good
Mothaf＊＊kas make way
All my hoods on the real dark side of the track
No sunny sky's just really black
We live real down here, Lord let us live
No playing around here, Lord let us live
Don't hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We live real down here, Lord let us live
We coming outta here, Lord let us live
Is that Michelle Chrisette
Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let's ride
'08 to infinity
California, New York
Scott Storch, Scott Storch...
12.Touchdown
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
13.Angel
(Common)
I spent my day so
First I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo
Or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful
Faithful walks I take in the woods
Thinkin' whats good, things that I can't change I should
Things I can't, need to be understood
Th-this is the bliss, I used to drift from the hood
For a second at least, I'm resurrectin' the peace
Pipe the Indians used to like, we called it Chief, right
Steppin' on the leafs right, to reach heights
Th-th-th-that I never seen, it's so so evergreen
Some use it for medicine, or to write better things
I was in Amsterdam, man, bike pedaling
To the nature spot, to taste the flavors they got
My eyes drop, I like it alot.. yeah...an angel
(Chorus)
I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm
riding with my (angel)
Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the
city of (angels)
Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel)
She takes me high, she will always be my (angel)
(The Game)
Th-the way that I rhyme, blow niggas mind
Like the first time you heard Mary J and you were standing in
line
To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind
And I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago Zen
And like Chicago winds, I was once a Street Disciple
Rockin every Jordan shoe, Nike put out by Michael
That made me feel like I could fly, sometimes I wanted to die
Prolly cause the angel dust was f＊＊kin with my third eye
So I start hip-hop and I understand why Common used to love her
She got me open so I even had to f＊＊k her
But I used the rubber, cause she was married to Rakim
So I bought me a gold chain, pretendin' that I was him
So I can get close to the girl I loved the most
But she left Cali and went on tour with Ne-Yo and Ghost
Big gave her one more chance, and she took Big down
I should've knew it, shock G, and 'Pac told ya she get around
(Chorus)
I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm
riding with my (angel)
Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the
city of (angels)
Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel)
She takes me high, she will always be my (angel)
(The Game)
(Fly away, fly away)
My love for her's not about jewelry or cars
I love her cause she love me, just for who I are
Who I is, who I am, resembles the rims on the Lam'
I shine like Shyne when Barrington Levy was sayin'
'Didilly whoooa!'
I got love for the streets, peace to New York and every hood in
the East
Before I was duckin' cops, gunshots, I used to be an LA Dodger,
now I'm a (angel)
From the city of lost souls, Impalas and polished gold
Between the car, and the rims, we got alot of chrome
Your hood not alone, they knockin, we not at home
And when they bust in, we not Caesar, but got it wrong
Cause they try ta' wire phones, I'm talkin Verizon phones
The ones they put wires on, they got us on tap
But I put wires on, my Bentley, in fact
I spit it through the wires on a Kanye track
(Chorus)
I wanna turn up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm
riding with my (angel)
Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the
city of (angels)
Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel)
She takes me high, she will always be my (angel)
(Common)
Yeah, it's The Game and Common
Spread your wings, follow your dreams
Things will be so serene, LA and the Chi is a team
Yeah, angel supreme, yeah, keep on
Yeah, it's for the world boy, we do it forever, yeah
14.Never Can Say Goodbye
Picture me rollin in that bmdub
Headed to the club
Fresh out the tyson fight
Beamer all rimmed up
Shinin with the big homie five car caravan
Ridin shotgun put that chronic smoke in the air
Me against the world is what I told my foes
So it's me against the world til I poke them hos
Leanin out the window
Flickin ashes off the indo
Throwin up westside I see one of my kinfolk
Put that blunt closer to my mouth cause only she knows
I'm feelin bad about that nigga we stomped out in the casino
But fuck it it's deathrow
The big homie never told me that my next blow would be my fuckin
death blow
Tell kadada I'm not ready I ain't even let my momma know
I ain't got no kids I'm only 24
Before I could let the smoke out niggas let 20 go
The 13 that hit the car went through the passenger door
Never can say goodbye
I love it when they call me big poppa
I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
Look I gots ta catch the first thing smokin the cali
And hit one of my bitches in the valley
Gotta call my nigga sean
Tell him reserve the don
Tell him to get the chron and the teflon
I think they trippin off the homie gettin shot
But god bless his soul lord knows it wasn't pop or the mafia
Kim tell cease get the fuckin truck
We bout to hit the Wolersheim district get fucked up
Pop bad bottles son twist up the phillies
I'm thinkin bout tiana these niggas is lookin silly
If this was brooklyn I would ump the 9 milli
But fuck it we to the truck roll a dutch we outta phillies
Hop in the front seat of that dark green suburban
Heard another car swerven
Gun shots closed my curtains
Biggie
Layin in this hospital bed with bronchitus I can't talk
Walked myself in and all of a sudden I can't walk
Ivs in my arm my wife tomika at my legs
Ruthless I mean records we got married on my death bed
I can hear jerry heller in the hall
But I could'ntcube and dr. dre no more at all
Through all the bullshit them niggas were my dogs
Niggas with atitude spray painted on the walls
I'm flatlinin it's bad timin
Straight outta compton the king of gangsta raps dyin
Cause of death the aids virus
Conspiricy I guess the government just hates violence
They thought my group influenced the L.A. riots
Woulda been here to see my kids grow if I stayed quiet
Took 12 years for a real nigga to break silence
Easy I had to let em know
U could catch me cruisin down the street in my 64
15.Dope Boys
Lyricist：Larrance Dopson, Lamar Edwards, Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Yeah, can't stop, can't stop, yeah
What's up？ What's up？
What's up？ What's up？
Yeah
Yeah, comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot
Black Air Force 2's and the White Sox
Fitted on my forehead, try me, go head
I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead
Yeah, it's the new king of everything
And bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring
Maybe it's how I pour that Patron
Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne
Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone
And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch, leave me alone
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone
Before I climb through his window like â~Nigga, I'm Home'
Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback
Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that
The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack
The dope boys in the building
What's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys in the building
Yeah, what's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys in the building
Yeah, what's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys in the building
What's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys
Yeah, the dope boys in the building
You couldn't smell that crack
Comin' out that motherfucking Porsche truck
I stop traffic with them rims that I'm sittin' on
Them ain't high beams, bitch, my wrist is on
The same shit that Ludacris is on
Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones
Yeah, count that work like a paycheck
Niggas couldn't play The Game in a tape-deck
A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet
That's how you get fucked, I practice safe sex
And I take ya boy Curtis bitch, with my tongue
Lick, lick, lick like Shawna and have her sprung
Show her my inner-condom and have her sprung
And put it all in her stomach and just, uh
What's up？ The dope boys in the building
What's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys in the building
Yeah, what's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys in the building
(New York, what's up？)
The dope boys
(LA, what's up？)
The dope boys
(Chi-Town, what's up？)
The dope boys in the building
Detroit, What's up？
(ATL, what's up？)
The dope boys
(MIA, what's up？)
The dope boys in the building
Yeah, what's up？
So roll that coke, white carpet to the hood
It's the dope boys reunion, the dress code's strictly
White tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die
Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky
And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap
Niggas, hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back
That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas
From Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem
And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'
So stop the music when the Champagne pouring
And hold them glasses high, yeah
And when a nigga ask you, why？ You tell 'em
The dope boys in the building
What's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys
What's up？ The dope boys in the building
Yeah, what's up？ The dope boys
I'm back, The dope boys
I'm back, the dope boys in the building
Yeah, what's up？ The dope boys
Nigga, what's up？ The dope boys
Motherfucker, what's up？
The dope boys in the building
Tell 'em I'm back, the dope boys
â~Cause I'm back, the dope boys
It's a wrap, The dope boys in the building
The dope boys
The dope boys
The dope boys in the building
The dope boys
The dope boys
Yeah, what's up？ What's up？
Hahaha, yeah, the king is back
16.Game's Pain
See, ever since the day I got the chance to make a change,
I've been in this game, it's a new day, and I'm making it known
cause, I just want the world to know, I'm paying my dues, and I
got the utmost, I just wanna let you know, I'm paying homage
cause you've paved the way for me, Yeah.
I swear to God, It feel like every day is my birthday, let the
top down California's my birthplace. So I'm a take you there
like Big took niggas to New York, usually had us feeling like we
was from New York, And that's real shit blazed the Philly, it's
summertime shout out to Will Smith, cause who didn't wanna be
the fresh prince flat top gold chain and some fresh kicks？ My
Nigga Nas told me money make the world go round, and Uncle Luke
showed me how to make my girl go down. I've been around HIP HOP
since '85, she had her ups and downs but she stayed alive. I
used to think LL stood for Love LA, He from queens how the fuck
he put that with Cool J？ Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match,
red Adidas, Nigga Game is back
And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change,
I've been in this game, it's a new day, and I'm making it known
cause, I just want the world to know, I'm paying my dues, and I
got the utmost, I just wanna let you know, I'm paying homage
cause you've paved the way for me, Yeah.
Public Enemy and NWA is on my boombox had to say, today was a
good day, had the hood buzzing, Ice Cube my favorite rapper,
ya'll niggas can't tell me nothin. Everybody's first bootleg was
Boyz n the Hood, whoever thought Gangsta Rap would make noise in
the hood, when the cars ride by with the boomin system, two door
Mustang and the roof was missing. Every girl at ya school had
the new extensions even gangstas was dancing like New Edition.
Cause the house parties stayed rockin all night, niggas came
through and shot it up but it was alright, Cause after the cops
left it was a party then, you down with OPP then bring Naughty
in. They say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni
lied. Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky.
And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change,
I've been in this game, it's a new day, and I'm making it known
cause, I just want the world to know, I'm paying my dues, and I
got the utmost, I just wanna let you know, I'm paying homage
cause you've paved the way for me, Yeah.
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the money, in the
back, I relax with all the hunnies. DJ bring it back, let it go,
mix it in with Black Rob, make em say WHOA. Every thing full
circle, Game living major, girl(')s on my hip like a Skytel
pager now I'm on the top, let the champagne pop, throw ya hands
in the sky cause The Game don't stop. Just a little more change,
gotta Benz and the Range, every rap metaphor always ends in my
name： the Cool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts, before I was born they was
talking bout The Game. Ask a Jay-Z Fan bout Big Daddy Kane;
don't know em, Game gonna show em, just like they showed me, my
lyrics is O.G. When it's all said and done you niggas gon' quote
me.
And ever since the day I got the chance to make a change,
I've been in this game, it's a new day, and I'm making it known
cause, I just want the world to know, I'm paying my dues, and I
got the utmost, I just wanna let you know, I'm paying homage
cause you've paved the way for me, Yeah.
See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me)
I'm givin homage (to you)
17.Letter To The King
Second floor my hotel im rollin up bout to blaze
And zone out to this Frankie Beverly and Mayes
As our days about to pass and them days in the past
He set my mind free so my mind free at last
So much that I don't even drink from a f＊＊kin glass
Id rather find the first fountain I can and do it fast
Didn't understand a dream of a king now do the math
Coincidentally on your birthdays I ditched the class
Cuz the younger me, dumber me was chasin the cash
Chasin the ass, low life with his face in the grass
Ridin home from school in front of the bus
Not even thinking bout how Rosa Parks done it for us
How she stayed behind bars and she done it for us
And she stayed behind bars till she won it for us
Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break
That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face
Cuz Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break
That's when I close my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face..
Uh
Word up Game
Standing at the pue panoramic view of the seating
Greeting, I've been meaning to do me some letter reading, to the
King
He forever breathing your messages never leaving
Some of your homies, phonies I should say it when I see them
Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors, jerks
Some should never be allowed in Ebenezer Baptist Church, in
Atlanta
Some people be patient I know this ghetto grammar
But im a street dude normally I just speak rude
Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper, hate killed him
Noble peace prize winner they duplicate the feelin
As a kid I aint relate really, I was sayin Dreams speech
jokingly
Till your world awoken me
First I thought your were passive, soft one who ass kissed
I was young to be honest, I was feelin Mohamed
I aint even know the strength you had to have to march
You was more than just talk you were the first real Braveheart
We miss you
Feels like King be in me sometimes.
The word nigger is nothing like nigga
Don't sound shit alike like Game like Jigga
One came before the other like aim and pull the trigga
One is slang for my brotha, one is hang and take a picture
The rope aint tight enough, he still alive go fix it
Pour some gasoline on him, call his daughters black bitches
Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen
The same cotton in white tees that's the cotton they was pickin
If Dr. King marched today would Bill Gates march？
I know Obama would but would Hillary take part？
Great minds think great thoughts
The pictures I paint make the Mona Lisa look like fake art
I feel the pain of Nelson Mandela
Cuz when it rains it pours I need Rihannas umbrella
For Coretta Scotts tear drops
When she got the phone call that the future just took a f＊＊kin
head shot
I wonder why Jesse Jackson didn't catch him before his body
dropped
Would he give me the answer？ Probably not
18.Outro
Not! ＊echoing＊
Blackwall Street
The Game
Beach Boy
Charli Baltimore (he wears a red bandana)
Rockstar
We are the Black Gang
Free Shye
motherfuckers! (he wears a red bandana)
On the front of murder talk (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whole world know (he wears a)
Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
All the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip niggaz know (he wears a red bandana)
Chea chea
Dear God let me clense my soul, throw away all the rims and the
gold
O no I can't do that, do I love God？ True dat, but I got a gun
so move back
I'm loco like 5 eases in the side of Chevelle ridin on low pros
I'm a renegade ride with the 44, been a gangbanger all my life,
fuck the popo
I ain't never been a cocky kid, know they could kill me if they
shot Pac and Big
But I let my bandana hang, in the city of angles we gangbang
I move that chronic and yayo, way before I met 50, Banks, Buck
and Yayo
Ask Eminem, even Dr.Dre knows, I put one in last ten in the
range rov
Used to push that rock like Jay Hov, you better lay low when the
ak blow
Or get wings and a halo, run to the hood and tell 'em I'm the
nigga they gotta pray for
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I said run to the hood and tell 'em
I'm the nigga they gotta pray for, lay low and stay low
On the front of murder talk (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whole world know (he wears a)
Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
All the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip niggaz know (he wears a red bandana)
Chea chea
I'm a gangbanger don't get it fucked up
You ain't never bang, you ain't never laces chucks up
So how the fuck you gonna criticize me
I ain't the reason niggaz is bangin the NYC
Makin bullshit threats on the M.I.C.
I don't wake up in cold sweats when I sleep
I live comfortably, with a red rag tied
around the 45 in case nigga try to come for me
Mad cause I started my own company
I don't know what the fuck niggaz want from me
Except something for free
Before The Documentary dropped, you bitch niggaz wasn't bumpin
me
And to some degree, I gotta keep that 4-5th under me, I don't
run from beef
It's either cock back, squeeze
Or be underneath cause I'm from the streets of (Compton)
And my grandmother died before I was multi
wasn't raised right cause my parents was both high
High off cocaine, my introduction to the dope game came in 85
watchin soul train
Mama told me I was the future, and one day I'd be high like Soul
Plane
Just don't bang／ but back then
I'd do anything for a jheri-curl and a gold chain
Niggaz always got something to say
Like they ain't never bumped N.W.A.
Punk niggaz talk shit, but when they need hits they come runnin
to Dre
Niggaz come to LA when they need to talk
Cause Kanye told everybody Jesus Walks
Bush killed more niggaz in the towers then gangbanging ever did
That's why they need New York
On the front of murder talk (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whole world know (he wears a)
Every nigga in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the NYPD (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
All the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip niggaz know (he wears a red bandana)
Yeah motherfuckers
Chuck Taylor
oh you thought I forgot about that alias huh？
I'm going back to my roots
G-Unit is dead
as a staff, a record label, and a motherfuckin group
your clothes can't sell
your shoes are straight garbage
your movies suck!
Chicken Little killed you nigga
hahahaha ＊echos＊
how you like it nigga
I took your style
I ain't doin no third verse
I'm just talk to you nigga
like you do when you get mad at me cause you can't fuck with me
lyrically motherfucker!!!
you gonna do one of those sing song little clucky poppy hooks
you like the rap Linsey Lohan you fuckin faggot
write 8 bars about me nigga
I do this shit all day 50!
Curtis Jackson
Boo Boo
Marcus... Snitch
Blackwall Street C.E.O. motherfucker!
Hurricanes in stores December 26th
Stop Snitchin Stop Lyin the DVDs in stores December 6th
it's a tell all nigga
wait till my movie come out
I'm glad it ain't based on my life
with that knock off 8 Mile shit
you could never be Eminem motherfucker
you ain't lyrically inclined enough to be Jay-Z, Nas, B.I.G. or
Pac
and in the modern day... today, tomorrow, next week
you can't fuck with The Game nigga!
Out
19.Big Dreams
Lyricist：Andre Christopher Lyon, Edward John Montilla, Jayceon Terrell
Taylor, Marcello Anton Valenzano
Cool and Dre
Back on the motherfuckin' Westside
L.A.X niggas, yeah
Y'all know who the fuck I am
I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird, I swear
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where？
Posted on the block in them black Airs
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear
Yeah, that V12 is roarin'
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then
I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner, let me serve
Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word
All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks on the
birds
Irv, Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas beefin' with me, I never heard of them
If I was the old me I would murder them
Matter fact, if I was the old me, I would Curtis them
Courtesy of my Smith ＆ Wesson
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected
The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad â~cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them
Big cars, big wheels, big chain
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams
I get money like Junior Mafia used to
On my way to school ten thousand in my FUBU
Lunchtime, I was sellin' behind the bungalows
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons
That's when the fiends start tellin'
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like Ellen
Prime-time, nigga, it's my time, nigga
Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine, nigga
â~Cause when the sun come up from behind the sea
Niggas see me behind the B
E N T, don't stand for entertainment
Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see where Game went？
To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence
And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick？
No, I'm not the Doctor but I produce the same shit
The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad â~cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them
Big cars, big wheels, big chains
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams
Big cars, big wheels, big chains
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams
Yo Jay, what it do, nigga？
I done rocked enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40／40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe？
I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know
Whoever said, â½The Game overâ, musta had a hangover
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover
I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola
Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over
Yeah, that's when the Crys start poppin'
The pills start droppin' and the haters start watchin'
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option
I'm back with Cool and Dre a.k.a. the monsters
And I got one word for you motherfuckers, Compton
The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come, droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em, look around
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad â~cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them
Big cars, big wheels, big chains
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big dreams, dreams
You was wrong, mama
Shit, I love you but I'm still smokin', I love you, mama
Dr. Dre started it, I just finished it
Feel me, I do
20.Camera Phone
Lyricist：Andre Christopher Lyon, Edward John Montilla, Shaffer Smith,
Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Marcello Anton Valenzano
Oh, oh, hey
Picture me and my gangsta girl, ridin' with the top back
Bangin' Ne-Yo, my neck free yo, my Sox hat
Tilted to the side like you know I get my grind on
Get my shine on, Jewelry Black in all rhinestones
Rims spinnin' like a globe, on these low pros
Do it big 'cause I'm supposed to floss
And that's the reason she break me off
'Cause I'm gangsta, and I'm ridin' with
Ne-Yo, it's a thug and a gentleman
Rollin' like a boss through, no matter the cost too
Kept tryin' to brag, what？ Money not a issue
Don't let your girl see us that might make her diss you
'Cause if she roll with us, she won't even miss you
Pop rubber bands when I throw a stack
Before it hit the ground she throw it back
When I make it rain, that's chump change
That pay for the twenty six on my range
Range, range drive, drive
Take the wheel while I roll and slide
Climb over to the passenger side and freeze
And once again it's on
You should take a picture with your camera phone
Playa she not comin' home
And if I'm on her screen saver
That, that mean later we gone
If I let her take a picture, she gonna roll with me
If I let her take a picture, she gonna roll with me
If I let her take a picture, she gonna roll with me
Gonna roll with me, gonna roll with me
If you don't know by now, baby I'm a star
Look at my face, look at my car
Look at my waist then look at my scars
Look out the window, see where we are
In my Phantom, in my Rover, bangin'
Ne-Yo, it's a thug and a gentleman
She ain't never rolled in a car with the suicide
Girl, when it's you and I, they commitin' suicide
All of them want my girl
'Cause she pretty and thick in the thighs
Homie don't mastermind, do a song with suicide
She call me Jay, I call her B
We gettin' married to the streets
I'm chasin' money, she chasin' me
I'm right where I wanna be
With the B on my Bentley
The horse on my Lambo, crown on my Cadillac
Checks on my air max, haters better fall back
Before I put somethin' in your ball cap
That's my chick, I got her back like a bra strap
'Cause she fine and she cute
She think she all that, and she all that
That's my girl, that's my world
And once again it's on
You should take a picture with your camera phone
Playa she not comin' home
And if I'm on her screen saver
That, that mean later we gone
If I let her take a picture, she gonna roll with me
If I let her take a picture, she gonna roll with me
If I let her take a picture, she gonna roll with me
Gonna roll with me, gonna roll with me
Game, can you take a picture？
Ne-Yo, can you take a picture？
We've been waitin' all night
Just to take a picture with you
Game, can you take a picture？
Ne-Yo, can you take a picture？
We've been waitin' all night
Just to take a picture with you
Grab the wheel take control
And let your hair blow inside my Lambo
Pull out ya phone, picture that
Take it home let ya man
Know I'm hitin' that, while I'm hitin' that
She send it back, she drop it low
We about to blow
Me and N-E-dash-Y-O yo girl know
She so Ciara, so eve, so Mariah
So Be, she so Trina
I'm R Kelly, she remind me of my goldies
I'm cooly high, I'm cochi
She a thirty four D, I'm so pleased
I'm so so Def, she so Janet
I'm JD and she full of me
In the H2 we fold deep through the NYC off no sleep
I hate to drive but I break it wide
When I'm ridin' with my shawty
I'd kidnap her and never take her home
Ridin' off bangin' ne-yo sittin' on chrome
In that Mazaradi, see the paparazzi, they
(Flick, flick, flick)
She gone
And once again it's on
You should take a picture with your camera phone
Playa she not comin' home
And if I'm on her screen saver
That, that mean later we gone
If I let her take a picture, she gonna roll with me
If I let her take a picture, she gonna roll with me
If I let her take a picture, she gonna roll with me
Gonna roll with me, gonna roll with me
Woah
21.Nice
The Minest The Minne The Second The Scene Hit Me Up Got Me
Lookin Loosing Out Of 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 The Lightning Gettin Inside Myself She Got
Me
Fillin That Way And I Now Its Likely That You Gonna Denide Me
And
Just Walk Away
I'll Be That Guy That Not Have Time To Play,Like Schedule When
Bout To Sayin The Ballers In The Cornes Are Ready For Ya Game
Its
Like Nokkers Are Ready For My Chane She Be That Girl I'll Be
Wat'in
For Sending Em Signals That I Can't Ignore But But I Was Gettin
Her
On The Dancefloor Then I Saw Her Head To The Exit Door
Call Her Nice Cause She Got It, Do It Whatever Whenever Cause
She Bout It Got That Nice Cause I Got It Do It Whatever Whenever
Cause I'm Bout It I'm Fallin For Her She Got Me Trap That Girl
Is
Nice Cause She Got,She Got It,She Got It, Breath, Breath
She Got Me Screamin I Think That She Missin Ain't What You Sayin
I'm Loosin My Cool You Picture A Soldier And I Got Me A Rider
And
You Ain't Got To Stress Ya Cause It's Nothin To Proove I Know It
Ain't Easy Being A Sexy Girl Always Gettin In Her Way But I'm
Gonna
Tell Ya
You Got Me Up On Ya And I Won't Slip Away
I'll Be That Guy That Not Have Time To Play,Like Schedule When
Bout To Sayin The Ballers In The Cornes Are Ready For Ya Game
Its
Like Nokkers Are Ready For My Chane She Be That Girl I'll Be
Wat'in
For Sending Em Signals That I Can't Ignore But But I Was Gettin
Her
On The Dancefloor Then I Saw Her Head To The Exit Door
Call Her Nice Cause She Got It, Do It Whatever Whenever Cause
She Bout It Got That Nice Cause I Got It Do It Whatever Whenever
Cause I'm Bout It I'm Fallin For Her She Got Me Trap That Girl
Is
Nice Cause She Got,She Got It,She Got It
You Niggas Know Now That It's Bout Get Down The Club Is Packed
Up The Word Arround Town This Is The Jump Off You Know When
The xxxx Drops Ya This Is The Jump Off I Did It For Pick Pack Up
All
My Chris Out The Bichtes Are To Hot The Takin There Clothes Off
The Jellin At Tupac Cause I'm From The West-Side And The From
The East-Coast My Niggas From Down-South The Lettin There
T-Show Cause This Ain't Def Jam And This Ain't Bad Boy This
Ain't
Star Trek This Is The Last Court They Turnin The Lights On The
Bar
Is Shot Down I'm Walkin With Scott Storch And We In The Frunt
Now
Whatmacher Seen You're Girlfriends You Gonna Get Knokt Off We
Happen In 6.4 Cause This Bout The Get Down
It's Going Down Call Her Nice Cause She Got It, Do It Whatever
Whenever Cause She Bout It Got That Nice Cause I Got It Do It
Whatever Whenever Cause I'm Bout It I'm Fallin For Her She Got
Me
Trap That Girl Is Nice
22.Spanglish
Lyricist：Wayne Earl Ballard, Ashley Cole, Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Picture me stuck inside this mind of a loco matador
Bout' to commit suicide behind that project door
La vida loca, mi familia, esta coca
Dony fuck around with no snitchmayates
I got they bitch ass in check the Cuete en tu cabeza
A Spanish made better come and clean the fuckin' mess up
Gangsta, it ain't about where you from it's where you wear your
gun
(Ay Vienen Dispara)
Let'em come
See, I never told Dre I was disconnected
(Viva Mexico)
And get your ribs dissected
Es muy pandillero en mi blanco camaro
Feel these buck shots to your souls with these sparose
The devil con permizo diablo
You saw the Lamborghini up, escapo, Pablo
Get them from Durango send them to Chicago
The ese's don't fuck with niggas, see, I know
Voy a vivir Aqui
Voy a nacer Aqui
Hasta la muerte
Hasta la muerte
Voy a vivir Aqui
Voy a nacer Aqui
Hasta la muerte
Hasta la muerte
Mi amor
Ven aqui mami, pass a nigga a Corona
Yo soy El Rey de fuckin' California
(Eres Juego)
Tu eres muy bonita, te extrano my Senorita
Me is the negro Vicente Fernandez
Mi Cuarenta Y Cinco, I need you to understand this
California aint' no coutry for old men
Muy grande, sangre, ridin' on chrome rims
Translation the sound of Deuce Deuce's
Mirando en la esquina, St Luces
Im bout' to lose it holmes, Espera
Escribo Los Angeles en mi cara
Time to bring back my old Impala
Keep the 40 in the dash for them Eric Estrada's
Tu got pajaros then holla'
Cause we pitch white balls like
Voy a vivir Aqui
Voy a nacer Aqui
Hasta la muerte
Hasta la muerte
Voy a vivir Aqui
Voy a nacer Aqui
Hasta la muerte
Hasta la muerte
Mi amor
Estupido, pendejo
Idiota, te odio
Porque no me quisistes？
You know I love you
I aint' goin' know where
Pendejo, estupido olvidate de mi
Porque no me quisistes？
That's not what I said
Te odio
Pendejo, estupido
Te extrano
Perro, inbecil
This is my city, I'm the California
What New York is to Diddy and Compton is mi casa
Adios mijos, mi pecho frio
Drug deala fo life, take me to da kilos
Muy mota mixed with the coca
Spanish stand in ridin' shotgun, she loca
(Callate la boca)
She's my 'El Pollo Loca'
And the day I die she kno to bury me en roja
Voy a vivir Aqui
Voy a nacer Aqui
Hasta la muerte
Hasta la muerte
Voy a vivir Aqui
Voy a nacer Aqui
Hasta la muerte
Hasta la muerte
Mi amor
23.Shake
(＊Prod. by Cool ＆ Dre ／ ＊Remixed by Travis Barker)
Yo gimme some fries and an extra large (Shake)＊
Bitch hurry up, I'm late for this meeting I gotta (Shake)
I'm in the McDonalds drive through about to roll up this (Shake)
Gotta pee so bad nigga doing the Harlem (Shake)
I was rollin my blunt and seen my side mirror (Shake)
Thought it was my speakers then seen this nigga's body (Shake)
Man I'm on probation muthfucker I'm bout to (Shake)
Fuck them fires and that (Shake)
Niggas thought that Earthquakes was the only thing that (Shake)
You can get your ass popped over the way that dice (Shake)
I bought Dre to the Hood the driver was ready to (Shake)
Guess he ain't seen a real Blood hand (Shake)
Or a crack fiend walking down the block with that (Shake)
Everybody got a family member with that (Shake)
That I'll come through and steal your TV and then (Shake)
Man fuck that TV cause channel 9 used to (Shake)
Couldn't watch Magic Johnson give Isiah that (Shake)
Now I got a plasma on my wall that bitch don't (Shake)
But that bitch in my bed got them double D's that (Shake)
And an ass like Trina when I smack it it (Shake)
And that's why I like it doggy style cos you can see that shit
(Shake)
Neighbors hitting on the ceiling cos I make that bed (Shake)
Landlord said I make too much noise I gotta (Shake)
Oh shit my baby mommy called and bitch you gotta (Shake)
We was about to get it on to that Kelis milk (Shake)
I gotta hit it one more time before a nigga (Shake)
I'mma fuck this bitch until her knees start to (Shake)
Face in the pillow ass up let me see you (Shake)
What ya momma gave you like that bitch (Shake)
What ya momma gave you throw it back now (Shake)
What ya momma gave you let the World see it (Shake)
Me and fifty ain't agree on shit so I had to (Shake)
Ain't no telling what he putting in that protein (Shake)
Seen the candy shop video look at this nigga (Shake)
And that's the same shit that made the nigga Young Buck (Shake)
I'm surprised that Lloyd Banks and Yayo didn't (Shake)
Wasn't selling no records Jimmy Iovine said (Shake)
Only Black Eyed Pea's making the white folks (Shake)
I drop off my album and make the whole World (Shake)
Hit the Valet grab my Ferrari and then (Shake)
It's an automatic start my keys don't (Shake)
Unless they headed out of town when the Greyhound (Shake)
Going down to Miami where the Palm tree's (Shake)
She see the cops she know the drop that Louie bag (Shake)
Why you calling my phone you know the routine (Shake)
Bitch lost my bricks my Pimp hand bout to (Shake)
Make my money back bitch even if you gotta (Shake)
What ya momma gave you like that bitch (Shake)
What ya momma gave you throw it back now (Shake)
What ya momma gave you let the World see it (Shake)
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