1.All Doggs Go To Heaven
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg＊
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, sippin on this goose gettin' loose
I don't know what else to do, so I'm sittin' here
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the dessert
All dogs go to heaven
Til then (smoke weed everyday)
Aftermath studio, 2005
It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate, it was I
It was Dre, It was Daz and Kurupt, we was high
One of my favourite memories
Them niggas like kin to me
When they move, I move
We like a centipede
Back when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate, round the hood regulating
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods were segregating
And just like y'all, I used to love tha Dogg Pound
10 years later we here, laying Nate Dogg down
Damn, he was only 41 so I'm a get high and just drink til this
40 done
But I really wanna cry, shit I really wonder why good niggas
gotta die
If we living under God
Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn't bring him back if I
tried
So we just rolling up a swisha
Allstar weekend, I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg
That's like MJG with no 8Ball
I don't wanna see that R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we that coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, tell me where the weed at？
You see that, all red P hat
Where Pac used to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better believe that
Can you believe this where they killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A-T-E D O double G at
Cause that's where all dogs go because of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook, who I'm gonna call for
I sample your old shit, I don't know these new niggas
Bout to roll an ounce of this kush, I need a few swishas
And the game will never be the same without him
I'm just mad he ain't here to hop ont he R.E.D album
I'm in the crib, Dre beats on, banging Lay Low
Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his halo
Tryna get my mind what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters when I say so
Shed tear, that's for Nate bro
Cali will never be the smae, Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down, that's why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks better than Kareem and Ali
I'm blowing smoke up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting here focused on the
end
Today a child is born, tomorrow he's a man
Next day he gone
Life cycle repeats itself again and again
Uncle's cousins and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to heaven in a Benz
But one things for sure, everybody gotta go
When it's my turn I hope I never know
(Hold Up)
2.Jesus Piece
...
Not the deck though
Hip Hop was better when it was just Dre, Scarface, and Esco
Memoirs of the gold chain
It's a cold game nigga, Johnny Coltrane
Black Versaces with the gold frame
Nigga said he sold 'caine that's a bold claim
14 had a brain that could throw flames
So strange, have to blow they mind, Cobain
Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah
Them niggas hatin' cause that Rose Phantom killing, hah
Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah
Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)
Lord willin', I see a billion
'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece)
Throw them suicide doors up
And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece)
That's the crack music, nigga
Never spit a verse cause I was making trap music, nigga
I'm not an army, I'm a movement
The flow is water, Andre tried to Ice Cube him
Ice Cubin', roof translucent
Chick on my side tryna get my Trues loose
When I'm talkin' 'bout God, she 'posed to bow her head
Now she all on the blog, steady postin' 'bout her head
Got me thinking like a father, is the world safe？
Got me clinging to my daughter like shark fins in water
Rocks in my ears something Titanic
Diss my life and it's exactly how I planned it, damn it
God says everything happens for a reason
I seen four seasons at The Four Seasons
Take that chinchilla off, poor kids is freezing
3.Red Bottoms
Ay yo game＊
Its magic baby
Open that bottle of Ciroc..light up on
And lets go, ye ye, that's right
Like a Don, walk in the club with red rum
Was goin on？ my killa bees like Cappadon
Rap phenomenon, chill like two bottles of Dom
The Audemar the only thing on my arm
Keep bitches in my stable like ？
Take em to the mansion in the phantom have em wetter than ？
Nigga we never scared
Bitches get they bones crushed
Sittin on the throne, just take off your ？
Don't run from the magic stick
Just look around in the crib, you can have this shit
Yeah, big pimpin and this shit don't stop
We don't stress the tag, we just drive it off the lot
(its hot) I know that baby,
Take your coat on let me see you throw that baby
Just work that thing, I'ma hurt that thing
Like its first 48, I'm a murk that thing
All in red bottom, Gucci, Louis and Prada
Girl you know your man got it
Grab yourself a red bottom (you deserve it)
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
Bout to poppin top now, and its gettin hot now
And I'm on Ciroc now, doin my diddy bop now
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go
come on)
Standin on the couch now, 'bout to have a countdown
See so many bad hoes, I ain't tryna calm down
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go
come on)
Aftermath is a army, better yet a navy
Niggaz will drink up your patron, put dick in your lady
We only drive Mercedes, and 'em hard top Masi'
The only problem ladies will rock that body
Twelve AM and I'm pourin goose
One AM now the hoes is loose
Two AM now she kissin' on her
Three AM its all Gucci... BURR
Fuckin with bad boy, coz diddy got mad toys
Dont be surprised if we hit your block in an asteroid
Star Trak gangsta, the N.E.R.D.S. are here
Weezy cant be far coz the birds are here
So get it girl, you know you gotta get it
Like your Louis Vuitton and the prada purse with it
She a boss chick, I'm tryna hit it
All you broke ass niggas don't get it
All in red bottom, Gucci, Louis and Prada
Girl you know your man got it
Grab yourself a red bottom (you deserve it)
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
She can get it, she can get it, she can get it
Bout to poppin top now, and its gettin hot now
And I'm on Ciroc now, doin my diddy bop now
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go
come on)
Standin on the couch now, 'bout to have a countdown
See so many bad hoes, I aint tryna calm down
(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go
come on)
4.Better On The Other Side
[＊＊ with Chris Brown, Diddy, DJ Khalil, Polow da Don, Mario
Winans, Usher, Boyz II Men：]
I remember the first time I seen you moonwalk＊
I believed I could do anything,
you made the world dance,
you made the music come to life
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and I wonder why？
Why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side,
You were chosen from the start
Never gon let you go,
Who's Michael Jackson？
You're Michael Jackson,
I'm Michael Jackson,
We all Michael Jackson,
I guess what I'm asking is, everybody bow their head for a
legend, don't breathe for a second,
Now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about,
So you can hear my message, my confession, someone tell Usher,
I seen the moonwalk, I guess the young thriller touched him,
Like he touched me, like he touched you,
So carry on his legacy, something i must do,
And I trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals,
Me and my brothers listen to Jackson 5 in the living room,
First thing i did when i heard was call puff,
'Cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us,
Who was us？ Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and Mike
Jackson gonna take us to the ledge.
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and i wonder why？
Why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side,
You were chosen from the start
Never gon let you go,
As I'm pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
when list my air ones, MJ was my nier.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
and since I'm a Hollywood star Imma tell you my story,
never had a family that close, never see Berry Gordy walking
through Interscope,
but just like me, they always had Mike in a scope,
no matter what you say,
I'mma love him and he's still dope,
let me take you back to '85 when I was in a zone,
dancing for my momma, 'Thriller' jacket with all the zippers on,
now I'm doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
listening to Outcast, I'm sorry Mrs Jackson
anything I can ever do to better you your son was our king so we
wont Corretta you,
I'm writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson
kids, time to let us through.
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
I look up in the sky and i wonder why？
why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gon let you go,
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let die
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, live and let die.
5.Hate It Or Love It (g-unot Remix)
The Game
G-unot mixtape
hate it or love it (g-unot remix)
(to the beat of hate it or love it)
Coming up he was confused his momma kissing a girl,
if this shit happened in my house,
yo i might hurl,
daddy ain't around probably out doing crack,
and scarface told me to snitch just like a rat,
wanna live good so he snitched on thugs,
some one must have told him steroids wasn't a drug,
run around town every day to snitch gold,
put niggas behind bars but homie that ain't dope,
then he tossed and turned in his sleep that night,
wake up in the morning, watched 'cops',and 'miami Fights,'
Different day and same snitch and nothin good in the hood,
he'd run away from new york and never come back if he could
(chorus)
Hate it or love it the underdogs on top,
and he gon tell and go runnin to the cops,
go head snitch on me,
I'm raps mvp and I ain't goin nowhere so they could come and get
me,
(2x)
GGGGGG-unot
On the grill on my lowrider,
guns on both sides right above the gold wires,
i'll 4,5 em,
kill banks on my song and really do it thats the true meaning of
a ghost rider,
10 g's will take Yayo out his air forces,
belive me homie i know all about taking losses,
I grew up in compton where the wrong colors can be cautious,
One phone call i'll leave your body broke in parts,and
I stay strapped like cars seats,
been banging scince my little nigga rob got killed for his
barkley's,
thats 10 years I toldbuck in 05',
i'll catch 50 let me tie up my air max 95's,
told you niggas when I met you ima still ride,
and if i gotta die,rather homocide,
I didn't have 50 cent when my grandmama died,
now i'm heading back to cali,
same jacob on,see how time fly
(chorus 2x)
from the beggining to the end,
winners win losers lose,
this is real we ain't got to pretend,
the cold world that we in,
it's full of pressure and pain,
enough of that faggot,
now listen to Game,
told Dre from the gate ill carry the heat for ya,
first mixtape son inherited beef for ya,
gritted my teeth for ya,g-g-g-g for ya,
put compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers,
at my last show i threw away my NWA gold,
and had the whole crowd yelling FUCK YAYO,
so niggas better step up out of line,
before i creep and turn violater into columbine,
And i'm raps MVP,
don't make me remind you all, that yayo was in P.C.,
That nigga ain't Gotti he pretend,
mad at me cuz olivia has a new boyfriend,
it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse,
Beef shit for the birds and the birds fly south,
even 50 cent could vouch,
when the douch was out,
i gave g-unit mouth to mouth!
(chorus 2x)
GGGGGG-unot!!!
6.Let Me Put You On The Game
(Electric Compulsive Therapy Part 1.)
Go kid...
First things first, AfterMath.
The Chronic is back.
This is Endo produced by tempo.
Game over, Nah NW aint
chain choken burnin' rubber
inside the Range Rover.
Chain Smokin, Purple haze.
This ain't another one of those,
This is the re-birth of Dre.
The re-birth of L.A.
The re-birth for hip-hop.
Another memorial for Macaveli
and big Pac.
Hold up Ten stop..
I said this is another memorial
for Macaveli and big Pac.(G,G,G,G,G,)
Young homie got shit locked.
Public enemy number one flavor,
flavored for the wristwatch.
All black G-unit's
all black and Polla.
Im a skit so, we willin
to six-four, 50 cent know.
Im Comptin's Most Wanted.
When im ridin' Tempo.
(chorus)
Girl if you got a big back,
let me bend that.
Show me where your friends
at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the game....
(Let me put you on the game).
Let Me put you on the game....
(let me put you on the game).
I'll show you where the blood's
at, where the cryps at,
Show you where they flip crack,
Where they bitch at..
Let me put you on the game...
(times 3)
I ain't got the West on my shoulder.
I got the West in the back
seat of the Rover.
Ridin' on dubs, nigga im West Coastin'.
The next over from the home of the best.
You makin all that racket？ I got the
U.S open.
Stun on me I'll leave you with your
chest open. Vest broken.
Hop in the low, low with your text smokin.(G,G,G,G,G).
I done payed my dues, MWA 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 G 6's. Red dot on the
Glott. I'm goin three times platinum
Dogg, How do I stop？ Im hot..
(Back to chorus)
My Unit is Gorilla.
Fuck with my Live familiar
I will kill ya...
I know that boy
not familiar.
But you got to feel em'
If the doctor sealed em'.
(East Comptin in the House)
Without a doubt.
Im the rapper with clout. Other
Nigga's yap about.
You know the one that introduced
me was your to the Beach cruisin
got em' puttin red and blue strings
in they G-units.
Get groupie love.
Tell em' to keep movin'. If I
Got a problem with a Bitch I'll let
Eve do it.
Unless you got an pearl and I can
see through it. I won't just let em'
ride I'll just give them the keys to
it. Me and my bitch
lay back in the coop. I'm
movin' in the neighborhood.
I aint passin through.
I would have been here after
Snoop, when I slow down and show
Timberland how to iron
that Kacki Suit.
(Back to chorus)...
song ends
7.Wouldn
Featuring Kayne West!
For you baby, I'd find you
You wouldn't get far
I done been around the world, been around the block
Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and 'Pac
Like Rita Guerrero, ass took her to the top
She'll give you some brains you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cock
Picture that like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype said it's a wrap, she still on the set
Puttin oil on her likes like she Gloria Velez
She was (Eye Candy) in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell
I knew she {'wouldn't get far'} cause five hundred dollars
can't get you that {'far'} how you get that {'far'}
And all these new video bitches tryin to be Melissa Ford
But they don't know Melissa Ford drive a Honda Accord
She a video vixen, but behind closed doors
She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards
Ha ha
{'You wouldn't get far'} Fuckin them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
{'You wouldn't get far'} If you kept your legs closed
{'It would be best to wait your turn'} But you know
{'You wouldn't get far'} Fuckin them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
{'For you baby, I'd find you'} For you
And you, for alla y'all
For you... uhh..
Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes
did I have under my belt, like boxers
Not to brag but, if it add up
One, two, nigga that's mad nuts
Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
bitches knowin damn well they gon' call me？
The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen
was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for a pre.. nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo
Well why the hell you think these bitches comin at me fo'？
But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio
Yo
{'You wouldn't get far'} Fuckin them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
{'You wouldn't get far'} If you kept your legs closed
{'It would be best to wait your turn'} But you know
{'You wouldn't get far'} Fuckin them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
{'For you baby, I'd find you'} For you
And you, for alla y'all
I done had my share of bitches with long hair
Short doo like Kalissa, Halle in 'Boomerang' yeah
I been around the block in the Bentley drop top
In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was fuckin with Scott
I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case
She'll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes
And ain't nobody tryin to take Beyonce from Jay
But I know a bitch named Superhead he fucked back in the day
The things niggaz do when pussy sittin on they face
Stabbed Un in the stomach
She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman, on that superhero
shit
Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six, fo'
Impala, forget the double D's
I put 'em right in your face like that model bitch Takara
And she ain't win the show but she ridin in that Galata
That's why I fuck 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow
{'You wouldn't get far'} Fuckin them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
{'You wouldn't get far'} If you kept your legs closed
{'It would be best to wait your turn'} But you know
{'You wouldn't get far'} Fuckin them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
{'For you baby, I'd find you'} For you
And you, for alla y'all
God damn! Y'knahmsayin？
I'm sittin back watchin Kanye video
And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes
video
Then I flip the muh'fuckin channel
Checkin out my uncle Snoop Dogg video
And I see the same BITCH, that was in my video!
Y'knowhatI'msayin？
And then y'knahmsayin, to make that even mo' fucked up
I'm watchin Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina
I see the same bitch on Oprah, floatin away on the hood of a
Camry
That was in the nigga Lil Weezy video!
I mean DAMN! Everywhere I look
Everywhere I go I see the same hoes
Don't get mad, I'm only bein real
Yeah
8.Krazy
(＊Prod. by Timbaland)
Big things come in small packages motherfucker＊
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You dont really want it better stop fronting cuz when the things
come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really ant it niga better stop fronting cuz when the
things come out we gona drop something
Man look at the wheels the motherfucking wheels, black ？？
bloods,
You niggas know the deal fuck lamborghini doors niga I ride
stock and fuck you lil rap niggas homie I buy pac,
Dude told me long time ago joy is pain you sell 5 million
records some shit gona change he was right I traded the coupe
And got me a range, no ice to black diamonds in my black wall
chain, you know I'm gona ride and aint shit change
But the right to claim both sides (east side west side !)
notorious ! nigas know me down in best style,
Blowing sticky with them crookland kids, hit switches on the
brookland bridge speakers banging I'm going going,
Big took you there and game recognize game dont play me homie
you think cuz I'm a millioner I wont spray you homey
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the
things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the
things come out we gona drop something
Its only been 12 months I lost a few friends, had my baby mama
bust the windows out of my bens,
Hip hop police on me every city I'm in well, hell me and low
dipping again 3 wheel motion chrome spokes on the rims
Run up on us watch that.38 revolver spin I'm rich game bitch I
made a few mill now the 64 impala got a paul wall grill
They say I moved out the hood I aint keeping it real so I took
the projects back and put it on top of the hill I'm hungry,
Still rap like I aint got no deal, you can pop that cristal but
niga I pop steel I'm going diamond I put that on my unborn child
Im almost dead I ran 99 miles bitches they used to diss me they
feeling me now they say I rap like I'm from new york and they
like my style
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the
things come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it niga better stop fronting cuz when the
things come out we gona drop something
This can be the day you get richer, this can be the day you try,
This can be the day you walk away or this can be the day you die
Yeah motherfucker you hear my shit in the club when you do know
9 out of 10 times I'm in the club stop fucking with cristal
I cant pay that price I take a 20.40 ounces and a bucket of ice
pour it on my nigas now they flooded with ice nigas
Hate me to mu death cuz I'm loving my life I can walk through
any hood I payed that cost I aitn felt disco
Since I got shot in the hearth 27 years old put the ？？ on the
porch 27 covers from double xl to the source
Dr. dre choose me to cary the torch, I spit cuz the
D o c lost his voice
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona drop something.
You really dont want it better stop fronting cuz when the things
come out we gona drop something
You krazy I say when the nigas gona shoot.
You krazy I say when the nigas gona pop something.
You dont really want it better stop fronting cuz when the things
come out we gona drop something
9.You Are The Blood
You are the blood flowing through my fingers＊
All through the soil and up in those trees
1-9-7-9 That was the year California would go blind
My Momma had a son, a fully automated Gun
11 pounds seven ounces Compton here we come
My first night in my crib
I heard somebody screaming
A Couple Gunshots,
Then some tires screeching
My father reaching, what is he grabbing？
He rolled me over in my crib,
Just to get his magnum
Is he a policeman？
That's what I'm thinking. He can't be that
Bcuz he do heroin and he be drinking
Shopping baby powder up on my momma mirror
Mexican chicks in my kitchen cookin
Lookin' like shakira
I'm in my high chair,
They naked, this is Rated R.
Think I ain't payin attention
Cuz u slide me a Gerber jar？
Then my momma walked in with an orange box
I couldn't read what it said cuz she leaned over and said...
You are the Blood flowing through my fingers
And I could feel it in my heart, my mom's said it from the start
That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
All through the soil and up in those trees
First day of kindergarten shoe strings for a belt
Moms worked the graveyard, too tired,
so I dressed myself
Who Goes to School in a Freddy Krueger Flannel？
Black Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals
A Lotta birthdays but we ain't never light candles
Gang of Christmas gifts
but I ain't never seen Santa
So I waited up one year
Guess who came through my garage
My Daddy with a Toysaraus Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
Uh-uh I ain't goin for that
I got presents I can see em!
Cuz they ain't wrapped
From a race track to a Dre track
Don't wear overalls no more
But a nigga stay strapped!
The Rumour round my middle school
was that I can't rack
There wasn't a locker in that motherfucker
I ain't paint black
And now I'm doin doughnuts in this maybach
Reminiscing bout detention, teachers used to say that...
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
And I could feel it in my heart, my mom's said it from the start
That I would always be the reason blood flowing...
All through the soil and up in those trees
10.Ecstasy
Yo where the fuck else you think you'll hear this exclusive＊
From start from scratch. (Hold me down Skee)
To umm... (chuckles)
There go that sample again.
I feel like the rap shit is following me man.
Cool and Dre! Y'all my niggas man, for life man.
I tell y'all niggas like I tell Busta man.
I love you nigga.
Real recognize real, I mean, game recognize game (Hiccups)
You know what it is.
Goddamn you Don Julio.
That bitch fine. What you think？
Get that hoe drunk drop a blue pill in her drink.
Or should I give her a green one like Em gave me.
Shit had me in Detroit feeling like Jay-Z.
Looked in the mirror, my lips and my nose was big.
And my girl walked by wit a gold wig dancing like Beyonce.
I must be dreaming.
Spot on my sweatsuit, it must be semen.
Cuz I jack off, every time I think of Beyonce.
She took the wig off now she look like Kanye's...ex chick.
I swear nigga when I get sober I ain't fucking wit this X shit.
It makes me wanna sing like T-Pain.
Make me wanna pierce my lip like Lil' Wayne.
Make me wanna fuck yo bitch, like LUDA!
Don't worry about me man.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.
Lemme tell you why I'm fucked up.
My moms and my pops had dumb luck.
See she was 18, wanted to fuck wit that nigga.
Pops sold heroin so he was that nigga.
Carry the .45, and he bust that trigger.
Ain't nobody in Compton touch that nigga.
But that was back then, so fuck that nigga.
My childhood weren't shit, so fuck that nigga.
I been shot, been to jail. Rode around Compton on spreewells.
Moved to the 'hood and still choke yo ass out like Sprewell.
Still crack distribute, what you want nigga？
Wholesale, retail.
I know you faggot ass cops on detail.
Look at 'em tryna hack into my gmail.
All they found was old Dr. Dre beats, well.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.
Like the vodka.
But when I'm fucking wit Diddy, I'm Ciroc'ing.
I take a back wood, gut it out.
See a picture of Halle Berry I cut it out.
Yeah nigga she fine! But not like she was in Boomerang.
Now she (OK) like OJ and Gucci Mane.
And like them I was rapping and trapping.
Kept half a brick in the back of my momma Acura.
Gimme a test. Hit the question.
How many O's in a brick I ace that shit.
Brick come through the door, taste that shit.
Chop it, bag it, let 'em free base that shit.
She ain't tryna fuck I Ma$e that bitch.
Take her cosmo, and lace that shit.
I get pussy for free I aint take that shit.
I don't know if I rate that bitch.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.
11.M.I.A. (3 Heats)
I keep 3 heats on me：45, glock and a gauge＊
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body？
Nigga M.I.A.
Swear a nigga stunting but I do this every day.
Had them hoes bouncing on my dick like a Chevrolet.
Put on for my city nigga city on my face.
And I'm 'bout to throw a party.
Tell Diddy send a case.
Fuck a square nigga I say it to his face.
Rat niggas quick to tell like a snitch nigga race.
My nigga Frank told me take your time baking cakes.
Gotta get to the money at a Indiana pace.
Nigga say they gon' rob me.
Bitch you can miss me.
Stay strapped up like I'm 51, 50.
More gauge than the motherfucking pitcher.
Get your ass smoked like a swisha.
I keep 3 heats on me： 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body？
Nigga M.I.A.
In that metal, where you headed nigga？
To the fucking gun range.
Fuck the paper nigga, shoot the whole fucking gun range.
Yelling out to cops soowoo here I come Wayne.
Bail only 100 thousand, nigga that's your change.
Back on deuces, fronts on dubs.
Got a Bentley and a phantom bet this bitch don't rub.
When you worth 20 mil, you can shine when it's sunny.
Just turned 30 so I can't be from Young Money.
It's Young Money and it's your money.
Niggas from the group then there's niggas wit your money.
Hating on a real nigga cos he old and you not.
Cut his hair, got some tats now he think he Tupac.
Nigga pulled up at the club tryna floss.
Boy done grew a beard now he think he Rick Ross.
Say he selling birds can't tell what it cost.
How the fuck you gon' get a chicken off.
I keep 3 heats on me： 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body？
Nigga M.I.A.
Nigga sold 10 million now they say I'm Hollywood.
If I sell 10 more, shit I prolly would.
I done drove every car, I done sold every drug.
Fucked all the hoes, popped every bottle in the club.
Hoes tryna give me pills bitch I ain't into drugs.
Coconut Ciroc by the case gimme groupie love.
Grammy nominated, ain't forgot 'bout the stove.
Paint the phantom all red call that bitch Derrick Rose.
In and out of lanes, 24s insane.
Just to think I got this far from selling cocaine.
I'm a stand up nigga get your grands up nigga.
Take your ass to staples get your rubber bands up nigga.
Made all this fucking money what the fuck I'm gon' cop now.
I don't know but I'm coming through wit the top down.
Too much to live for my sons and my daughter.
One more and I'ma catch up to Tha Carter.
I keep 3 heats on me： 45, glock and a gauge.
LeBron James, Chris Bosh and D-Wade.
Any nigga try to stunt, get sprayed.
What happened to the body？
Nigga M.I.A.
12.360 Bars
Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while
(A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me dead
(A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me in the fed's
(A Million) Bitches wanna give me head
(A Million) Dollars in my bank account
(A Million) Soundscan the first week out
(A Million) Motherfukka's on my dick
(A Million) Motherfukka's talking shyt
Hit a break down...
I'm the king, and you better respect it
All I need is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella necklace
Nigga you can 'check up on it', I'm a Slim Thug
Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim blood
Gave nigga's 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD
I did it for the C.P.T.
Did it for New York, did it for Chi-town
Ran through hip-hop, and made these nigga's lie down
I'm going away for awhile, call it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley with a smile
GOD bless the child, wit incredible style
Nigga sicker than West Nile, who king of the West now
I'm putting my vest down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit
Shut the fuck up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit
Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be wit real crips, real bloods, real clappers
Fuck rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards
Faster than Iraqis when Bush attacking
My flow semi-automatic, blhow
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual
harrassment
Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' coming for ya
My jab, like Zab on the chin of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm making Hova noise
Got the whole world clapping, just like the Nolia Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to prove my style
Went from Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 Magazine covers, nigga look at me now
You need a hot 16？.. I need 100 thou
Cause half of these rap nigga's just be running they mouth
The other half, in the ATL runnin' the south
10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom house
I'm rich, so on my 30th birthday I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit better lines
Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like
I'm Kevin Federline
Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my
dick
You wit me, my next album going to sell like Britney
I beat on these rap nigga's like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no more beef wit 50
And if you just tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the
360, welcome to the 360)
Right back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Pearl Harbor
That was '95, when Cube was in his prime
You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I brought mine
Rewind to '89, got my first mixtape
My brother brought it for me, they use to call him Big Face
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we ain't shit
And you living in my shadow like Marcus Vick
And I heard about yo little rappers talking shit
Stay out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick
I ain't change, same nigga that got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his bars is sick
Getting head on the road, cause his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to pause this shit
I told 'em bomp, slow down baby
Got to get this shit firm like Foxy, NaS and AZ
She said 'fuck you,pay me
So I left her in AZ
That's what I get for letting her listen to my Jay-Z
Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take that
Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive maybach's
Nigga I'm gangster, and homey don't play dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped ASAP
Nigga this the payback, you want beef.. say that
I'll have a hundred hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip sets
Nigga got ran outta New York by Dipset
Then he got ran out of Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his projects
Nigga so lame, talking he gangbang
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum chain
The fact remains, the game don't rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game blast his gun
The game gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done
Be easy, I might give you a pass this once
I'm ready to die, but I don't want a bastard son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the hood
On the same couch, I put my demo in a package for Sug
After one meeting, I was right back in the hood
Red bandana hanging, selling crack in the hood
Now it's, Aftermath for good...
Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his fucking
face
How that taste？
Blow yo shit out fa'real,
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook beef, like a steak on a grill
Got the clipse on hold, but I ain't Pharrell
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya lungs
I Spit sharp like a razorblade under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, motherfukka bar none
Who else kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, cocksucker drop some(tm)
Watch me Take Flight like Tom Cruise in Top Gun
You might win some, but you just lost one
I beat on these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre drums
Look at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves
Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to boost they sales
Never that, motherfukka, I'm a clever cat
Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm nice
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put rappers on 'Ice'
A skee , let me ask you a question
If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240 bars
Then add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you get？
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck outta here man..
Go find something to do
13.Switches
(feat. Eazy E)
1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to ya dome
Cruisin in my 64 ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block
Now when I hit dat switch I'm bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin
Keep tha gat in my lap
Cause I'm fully strapped
For the carjackaz, but no hapz
Cause I pack a tech 9'
1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to ya dome
Crusin in my 64' ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block
Now when I hit dat switch I'm bouncin
More bounce to tha ounce and I'm clownin
Keep tha gat in my lap
Cause I'm fully strapped
Fo tha carjackaz, but no hapz
Cause I pack a tech 9 plus an Ak47
Send a one way ticket to hell or maybe heaven
Peep nigga I don't sleep
Bury muthafuckaz in tha concrete
You try to creep kinda slow in tha astro
But I peep u niggaz out my left window
So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo
Yo dey call a muthafucka John Doe
Old nigga E still cruisin
Cruisin down the street in my 64
1, 2, 3 and to tha 4
Pumpz in tha trunk of dat cherry red '64
I'm ridin with tha ghost of Eazy hoppin the leany
He watching fo demonz
Nigga if you try me then I'm cocking tha nina
Begging lucifer to gimmie a reason
To have a hundred thou. cash brought down to tha precinct
I'm a make bail money, this rap shit is a monopoly
And I got property, datz get out of jail money
Nigga I came from poverty
Shoot-outz, gang-banging, and robberiez
Car-jacking, snatching Mata's impalaz
Do that with or without the... going inside of me
Hop out the ride and empty the 45 into his body
I'm not to be fucked with
Whether I'm straight out of Compton
Or straight out of Ca$ville with dat Young Buck shit
Terrorizing Whoo Kid 24／7
'til 1 of you niggas put me with Eazy in heaven.
Old nigga E still cruisin
Cruisin down the street in my 64
14.Southside
Lyricist：Darryl Richardson Ii, Jayceon Taylor, A Torres
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin',
aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
I'll leave your ass crippled like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin' up 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 don't hate the fagged let's get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a preacher so my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit' game real nigga with flame
He show me Cali love and I ain't in no game
Every nigga that role wit' me betta keep it Gd
I'll put the vertebrate push a DDT
Lets get the sip pi y'all niggas ain't 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 y'all sake get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going through something
I can't change I fuck hoes that would make
May look lame
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin',
aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
The realest of niggas, I role wit' them killas
(Yeah)
The world gotta feel us my clique is gorilla
You niggas in trouble I'm in the track with B-M-E cliquing
You ain't gotta know I'm signed to Dre to know that he sick
P-89 thats what I handle my beef with put them hollow tips
Under your arms like speed stick ride through your hood
In a blue Impala like we crisp
Roll down the tints, G-Unit
I'm a head busta, Lil Scrappy when the lead touch ya
And they ain't no coming 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 I'm buzzing like WuTang and it ain't even my turn
So who it may concern you'll get your whole mouth wide
Fuckin' with them gang bangers in the South side
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin',
aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
Hey hold the muthafucker up mi nigga
(Hold up)
This your boy little scrappy shorty A-town
(BME, A-town)
Mi nigga game
(Compton)
You know, it's west side in this bitch
(G, G, G, G)
They want to get that ass hit
(G, G, G, G, G, G Unit)
They wanna get that ass hit
Aye, aye, aye,
(G, G, G, G)
Who you lookin' at？
Na not me nigga
Who you lookin' at？
Na not me nigga
Who you lookin' at？
Na not me nigga
I'm for real
Na not me nigga
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin',
aye)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the south side
(Aye, aye, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
South side
South side
15.My Turn
Ayo homie, Im number one motha fucka
(fuck you) ya doctaz advocate nigga
fuck you, Its Game
get used to it man
You niggas had a chance and this shit iz ova
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
Dont be mad at me cuz i kept it rollin
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
24 loren hearts on dat 06 rover
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
Let the sun roof back and i keep on coastin
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
I can hear niggas talkin, whisperin in the dark
Like dogs with no barkin when i pull over and park
And them gunz start to spark and them bulletts find a mark
Niggas outlined in chalk and i speak from tha heart
When i say dat i kill you its simple and plain
Dont say shit about dre, and dont mention the game
thiz industry is fake and i cant understand how a grown ass man
Sent a bitch to tha pen, had a snitch on tha stand
He a bitch like his man, eat a dick for a gram
Eminem call his stand, ima say it again
If i had one more chance, i'd break all his ribs, with my bare
fuckin hands
Im a gangsta on fire, now aint you a liar, you aint got no pride
Is a snitch and a liar
The fan base Know dat ya gangsta is Dyin
And i wont stop till dat wanksta retires (Im goin)
You niggas had a chance and this shit iz ova
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
Dont be mad at me cuz i kept it rollin
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
24 loren hearts on dat 06 rover
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
Let the sun roof back and i keep on coastin
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
These rap niggas hate, and they smile in my face
You otha niggaz mad cuz i turn one to waist
And tha radio debate, what tha fuck they gon play
All tha hot shit is my shit, dey take what i say
You scrabble with my words, bring it on the front page
And they gon find a picture of 50 and game
Then say its east vs west, New York and L.A
Since i dont button up, now im beefin with jay
And apolligize say, you niggaz is reckless
You not gon bait me to beef wid a legend
My pride i protect it, tha streets i respect it
Im not tryna replace pac so accept
After 5 million records, tha dr dre lectures
Da 3 world tours, west coast reserrected
Won four of tha group till my help waz rejected
And not fill da bentis, so i threw away my neckaless
You niggas had a chance and this shit iz ova
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
Dont be mad at me cuz i kept it rollin
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
24 loren hearts on dat 06 rover
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
Let the sun roof back and i keep on coastin
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
After 20 magazines, and a couple of wars
I can close da first chapter, put my plaqz on da walls
Till da top of da billboard, Who ever knew
I would sell more destineys child nd U2
Or do a song with Busta, go neck to neck with usher
Went gold in a week, Im a bad mutha fucka
This gangsta disciple and This Vice Lord shit
'Round proud some Latin King, This is blood, this is crip
Hit tha impala switch, and i keep a full clip
For any nigga sayin that i fucked hiz bitch
Or changed cuz im rich sayin game use to strip
Niggas wasnt sayin shit, till i came with a hit
Now they wanna see me dead, blood stains in his whip
Take a father from his son, put my name in cement
And after im gone, they gon sample my songs
You can bury my bones, but my music lives on
You niggas had a chance and this shit iz ova
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
Dont be mad at me cuz i kept it rollin
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
24 loren hearts on dat 06 rover
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
Let the sun roof back and i keep on coastin
Its my turn (my turn, my turn, my turn)
16.Bounce
Bounce with me n be my fantasy, a magic love so bright it's got
me...＊
Bounce with my and be my fantasy tonight hold u tight
Bounce with me n be my fantasy, a magic love so bright it's got
me...
Bounce with my and be my fantasy tonight hold u tight
Picture me and my gangsta girl
Riding with the top back, banging hmmph
My neck free, yo my soks hat tilted to the side
Like u know... I get my grind on, get my shine on
Jewelery black and no grindstone,
If u 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 scar
Look out the window n see who we are
Cause I'm gangsta
I'm riding in my in my phantom
In my rover banging rubber bands
When I throw a stack, before it hit the ground
She throw it back, I'm chasing money, she chasing me
I'm right where I wanna be
With the the beef on my Bentley
A horse on my lambo, crown on Cadillac,
Chatz on my air matz, beef haters beta fall back,
Before I put something 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 n she all
that
That's my girl that's my world
Bounce with me n be my fantasy, a magic love so bright it's got
me...
Bounce with my and be my fantasy tonight hold u tight
Bounce with me n be my fantasy, a magic love so bright it's got
me...
Bounce with my and be my fantasy tonight hold u tight
17.Phantom
(＊Prod. by Dr. Dre)
Baby make me want to be with you＊
Make me come with me I take you for a ride
Baby, can we drive until the morning？
Baby come with me I take you for a ride
I tryna go hard in the phantom
Hit Sunset Boulevard in the phantom
I'm talking 6-7 broads in the phantom
Yeah coming out in bras in the phantom
I got a bowl of crystal in the phantom
I'm waving my black card in the phantom
Niggas lookin real hard at the phantom
This tune make the beat go hard in the phantom
Shit what if it was ya all in the phantom
You probably just hit the mall in the phantom
But not me I'mma ball in the phantom
Yeah, Kobe, Gasol in the phantom
Plus I'm 6'5 sittin tall in the phantom
Dre lookin for me tell him call in the phantom
I'm a boss in the phantom
Rick Ross in the phantom
I know its Maybach so pardon the phantom
Baby make me want to be with you
Make me come with me I take you for a ride
Baby, can we drive until the morning？
Baby come with me I take you for a ride
I smoke so much haze in the phantom
You would think my nigga just blaze in the phantom
So I blaze in the phantom
Till I'm dazed in the phantom
Smoke like Frankie Beverly and Ma$e in the phantom
You should've seen my nigga Dr Dre in the phantom (chop chop)
Nigga had his chef and maid in the phantom
He lemme spent a couple days in the phantom
Me and the chaffeur got laid in the phantom
Now paid in the phantom
Closets in the phantom
Only thing a nigga cant do is bray(？) in the phantom
And I'm tryna (？) D Wade in the phantom
Bulletproof doors, cant get sprayed in the phantom
Baby make me want to be with you
Make me come with me I take you for a ride
Baby, can we drive until the morning？
Baby come with me I take you for a ride
I grew up and got dropped out of school in the phantom
Short skirts, in the phantom
Rose in the phantom
Girl you __ front door and chanelle in the phantom
Six inch red button louis vitton in the phantom
Drop you out first class g5 in the phantom
Take you out, take you home, my mansion in the phantom
Cars so far take all from Atlanta(？)
Brought Game in the phantom
Brought weight in the phantom
My sex and the cities, mr Bigg in the phantom
You can spend cake I need a 2 in the phantom
Gettin so repped I'm pulled(？) in the phantom
No hoes in in the phantom
So hoe in the phantom
Party like motherfuckin One Oak(？)in the phantom
Baby make me want to be with you
Make me come with me I take you for a ride
Baby, can we drive until the morning？
Baby come with me I take you for a ride
18.I'm Looking
Songwriters：Tom, Joseph; Taylor, Jayceon
I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop
Cats tellin jokes at them car games
Seen big face hundreds, handle the rock like Nate Archibald
What？ This nigga only sixteen
And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school fightin
Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga？
You want beef with me？ Now I let the heat speak for me
No more talkin, just outline chalkin
Nigga Witta Attitude from birth, '100 Miles and Running'
Gunnin bustin shots like fuck the cops
Notorious for burnin blocks, weavin in and out of traffic and
chop
Game the young Robin Hood of the block
Steal from the rich, give to the poor, coward niggaz rock
Second comin of this black Alfred Hitchcock
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
Ten shots to your spleen, let them violins sing
Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young'uns runnin
with 'caine
Rain hits so we floodin the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook
man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)
Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet)
Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the
80's
Gangbangin, dope traffic, shit get crazy
From where niggaz grow up hard like dicks raised
Them hustlin guns like Knicks players, we got mouths to feed
'Til they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold cheek
In that pine box, I'm buyin rocks, eyein cops
Fuck a cell block, the young kid makin it happen
Who you think got them fiends runnin back like Bo Jackson？
I'm a gangsta, what else could I say？
I'm ahead of myself like it's Y4K
2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A.
Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play
Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em
Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album
But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G
Bet the four slow 'em down like PCP
Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young'uns runnin
with 'caine
Rain hits so we floodin the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook
man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)
Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet)
Real gangsters never talk shit, handle they business
Fuck the dry snitchin and bitchin, niggaz die when them bullets
fly
Who fuckin with him, ha？ Not a nigga alive
End up dead in that 5
He got no sympathy for them dead guys, friend or foe
Watch that chest cave in, what that vest savin？
Make it sloppy for the autopsy, leave my enemies in a frenzy
On the frontlines holdin a 9
Everyday a new chapter, my own niggaz plottin on me
Tryin to hit me but they won't get me, feel the semi first
Fuckin with my dough, is the worst way to go
Y'all know, niggaz cry when them bullets burn slow dummy
In and out of spots watchin my money
If one dollar come up missin bodies start to come up missin
No one too heavy for the Expedition, piss on your corpse
Watch your soul shiver, throw him in the river, bitch nigga
Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young'uns runnin
with 'caine
Rain hits so we floodin the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook
man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)
Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet)
19.Duck Down
Fresh out the drop
Chuck taylors hit the street cracking the ground
There he go with the crack and the pound
Im right here, aint no backing me down
Hands on the hot hood, compton sheriffs patting me down
They want to know about the tatoo tear, if i know 50？
And why them guns blow like Lina Richie？
If my 9' get itchy, somebody gotta pass away
Like that bitch nigga that killed Jam Masta J
You don't like it, you can come get my ass today
Ill be waiting with a vest, ski-mask and 'K
Niggas left me for dead back in the day
I found out it was a hard knock life without asking Jay
Its a hard knock life then you pass away
Rest In Peace to Morseburg, pull out a glass of 'ze
This for all my niggas in compton killing
Gimmie 5 years nigga, im bringing compton millions.
(chorus)
When i come from murderville
Where them gangsters and hutlers live
Little kids out on the block
Hollow points and harlem rocks
Don't seem like it's gonna change
Look in my eyes, you can feel my pain
Its a war out on them blocks
Duck down when you hear them shots...
Back in the building, back to the war
By that Jackie Robinson mural
I use to sell crack by that wall
Hopping fences, with the crack in my draws
I got bitches that'll hit the penetentary
Stuff the crack in there walls, pause.
Take off the jewels and bandanas
Let me holla at my nigga jim jones and santana
Thanks for representing
But when the text is spitting
One shot, spin around the block
I think we left a witness.
Im from the coast where props are never given
Fuck rap, i start making wooden boxes for a living
Nigga, they call me sergeant slaughter
Cause the sergeants on him, S. Carter, Von-Dutches and a quart
of water
I know jesus, but he don't walk across no water
I call him 'hey-suse' he get that chalk across the border
Off that grey goose, i put that chalk around your daughter
But i got patients, and im just what the doctor ordered.
(chorus)
When i come from murderville
Where them gangsters and hutlers live
Little kids out on the block
Hollow points and harlem rocks
Don't seem like it's gonna change
Look in my eyes, you can feel my pain
Its a war out on them blocks
Duck down when you hear them shots...
20.Dope Game
Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin'
I run it myself like a quarterback option
I pitch her ten G's tell a bitch to go shoppin'
She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper
See niggas tryna kick it but no I don't play soccer
I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you know my whip game proper
And off of one key I see seventy thousand dollars
Now I was shootin' dice smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti he hit five straight points
We over here hustlin' we over here grindin'
You rap about money and a nigga might sign you
Rap about me and a nigga might find you
Banana in your ass with your head right behind you
Dope game bitch let his mama worry about him
You could holla at me or Feat
As if he fuckin' come at us with real murder shit
John Mohammed Lee Malvo when me and the kid split
Surgical when I'm in a convertible state of mind
Lock me in the pen watch the murder rate decline
I'll do mine like Shyne soon as I hit the bricks
You better have fake on that Bad Boy shit
I got niggas that'll kidnap kids to get dough
And dress up like SpongeBob in a six-four
It's fucked up what they did so I'm on one knee
God bless the brother of rich fo'
Ain't no love lost I'm still Don sippin'
Readin' the LA Times and Louis Vuitton slippin'
Sittin' behind bars for the simple fact that the
Hip Hop police is drivin' behind Scar's
Air Force One's in the Bentley GT
It's the reason I'm still rap's MVP
Ugh.. so much glamour that I can't stand the
Bright from the ice the chain xenon lamp ya
Impression in your mind like a freeze-frame camera
The white tee tight like you seen on Pampers
What's under the couch probably free off santa
Whatever it cost baby we got answers
Line outside full of jojo dancers
We Got It 4 Cheap that's the re-up anthem
By far the coldest '06 Lotus
Zero to sixty hokus-pokus
The feds don't know so they stick they noses
While we off the coast proposin' toast-es
Hoes and mo' shit the family close-knit
And deep like the who too you cockroaches
Just like the flow the fo's ferocious
I'll tuck you in homie buenas noches
21.Don't Cry
Lyricist：Sean Montel Smith, Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Amayah wake up baby
I know you're sleepin', but daddy's home now
Pictures gettin' old, my lil' girl lookin' grown now
Your mom's said you're talkin' on your own, walkin' on your own
now
Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers
I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin'
Smilin' at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
God, how can somethin' so beautiful come from me？
After the gunshots, thought you was done with me
But I know, I'm livin' now, why you made me put the guns down？
Pick up the mic, start rappin' for a living now
My sun, my moon, my stars, my earth
My wind, my fire, my life, my baby
Tryin' to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin' and
fightin'
I know she love me 'cause you looks just like me
Day you came into this world, I was so excited
Eleven twenty one, double zero, my baby girl is here
Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the bullshit
Remember
Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the bullshit
The bullshit
Yo, yo, you see this rap shit, I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice
I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the bullshit
Remember eyein' your enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son
My girl moms and I moved out Maui
Yeah, your pop's gone bananas, seen wild went hard
Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar
Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga
Takin' your black ass to court for all you have nigga
You see me and your moms, that's another topic
Ain't no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it
Press rewind, you didn't hear me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to steer you right
Just remember your father taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry
Just remember your father taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry
Just remember your father taught you to go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry
Huh, daddy ain't gon' preach to you
I'ma let your moms school you
Don't let the streets fool you
Streets'll do you, that's why I'm talkin' to you
Yeah, you see these niggaz out here
Have you stressin' by the hour
Never turn your back
On your foes them dudes cowards
Some days sweet, and some sour
But we gon' make it together
The world is ours, and you're my flower
If it's ice, you can get that model chicks hit
Never stress about the downfalls, just 'bout the get back
And I ain't sayin' sex is wrong
Just make sure he strap a condom on
And never, ever do it in your mother's home
Yeah, never call a girl a bitch
Show respect, son, pop ya collar
Ain't nothin' free, scrape and lock every dollar
And I will leave you with this
My lil' angel, daddy loves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you
Yeah, switchin' handles like you breakin' a zone
Candy paint impala on the golden bridge, bouncin' on chrome
22.Chillin
We've gt 2 chill..
Chorus
Aa aa aa aa aa aa aa 'I'm chillin' (x8)
Verse 1
Guess whos bizack
No it aint him no
L.A dodger fit da cap wit the brim low
Blowin' on endo
Roll dwn da window
Matter fact let da top back n watch the wind blow
Black on black lambigni wit the dizzors
Up in da air wit the peddel on da flizzle
Bandana tied round da rear view mirror
Sumthin on ma waist niggas cnt gt near us
Bitches round me shakin ass like shakira
Niggas poppin crystal errtime dey hear us
I stay on niggas mind like a nu era
G to the a to the m to the e to the d to the o the n to the t to
the s to the t to the o to the muthefuckin p..
Dat means im chillin..
Chorus
Aa aa aa aa aa aa aa 'I'm chillin' (x8)
Verse 2
Doin ma 2 step
Red string in ma louis
I don't no hw 2 dance so dnt step on ma louis
Bitches on da dancefloor bouncin like a porn star
Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car
Posted at the bar, everbody strizzap
Double game's chain hangin dwn 2 ma lizzap
Every nigga in ma clique stay iced out
Reach 4 a chain, red beam, turn yr lights out
Shut da club dwn, da game dnt stop
In da parkin lot, lemon lime and patrone shots
Lookin 4 ciara, heard bout the goodies
Hurricanes in the black wall street hoodies
G to the a to the m to the e to the d to the o the n to the t to
the s to the t to the o to the muthefuckin p..
Dat means im chillin..
Chorus
Aa aa aa aa aa aa aa 'I'm chillin' (x8)
Verse 3
Errbody no wen da game in da clizzubs
20 impalas outside on tha dizzubs
Everthin chromed frm the rims 2 da strizzuts
Panties gettin wet errtime dey c it lift up
So hop in da bak seats if u a freak
3 wheel motion got dem slidin in dere seats
808 drums got dem grindin to the beat
Turn yr high beams on bring da club 2 da streets
If u jump off niggas no wat im about
Million dolla man bring da drama 2 yr house
Homies outside, wearin dat ass out
Im gettin a lapdance, smokin chronic on you couch
G to the a to the m to the e to the d to the o the n to the t to
the s to the t to the o to the muthefuckin p..
Dat means im chillin..
Chorus
Aa aa aa aa aa aa aa 'I'm chillin' (x8)
Fergie ＆ Pharell：
Im Chillin in da houseeee
Rollin in da carrr
Coolin in da clubbbb
Drinkin at da bar..
Drink-drin-drinkinn (x2)
The Game：
G to the a to the m to the e to the d to the o the n to the t to
the s to the t to the o to the muthefuckin p..
That means I'm chillin
23.Call Boyz
Songwriters：Tom, Joseph; Taylor, Jayceon
Yeh this is killa Cali, live as a motherfucker man
Niggaz hoppin of off LAX's
Can't wait to see the sunshine, the palm trees, the beautiful
woman
I love it man, nineteen years and runnin', this is my home, feel
me
Y'all must think it's all chips and championships in LA
I got niggaz from San Diego all the way to the Bay
E-40, Dre, Tash, Ras Kass
Quik, Cube, Kurupt, and Daz
Big Snoop, Xzibit, Nate Dogg, and Ren
Too , B-Legit, The Click, and Mack 10
Big Solo, Kam, CJ Mack, and WC
Jayo Felony, Suge Knight, The Outlawz, and Warren G
Knoc'Turnal, Bad Azz, Goldie Loc, and Tray Dee
Short Khop, Big Face, MC Eiht, and Shock G
Ant Banks, Richie Rich, Eastwood, and Suga Free
Bigga Figga, B-Real, Cypress Hill, and Ice-T
Rick Rock, C-Bo, Battlecat, and Crooked I
Yukmouth, Sean T, Kokane, and Big Wy
San Quan, Second II None, and Soopafly
King T, Rappin 4-Tay, and All From The I
Dru Down, E-Swift, Baco, and Technique
Mac Mall, Dazi Bitch, Shaq and D.O.C.
Chico and Coolwadda, Tyrese and KD
Mailman, RBX, Shade Sheist, and Wy V
C ＆ W, Chill, Hittman, and Hi-C
DJ Yella, I Flow, The Ganders, and Double D
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., The Farock, AMG
Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy
All my fallen soldiers rest in peace
Along wit 2Pac, Mausberg and Eazy-E
Essays, Bloods, Crips and all the thugs
And all my killa cali niggaz stay given it up uh
24.Bleek Is...
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Somebody bout to get knocked
The fucked out tonight man
You better tell your boy somethin'
You better tell him somethin'
Skip through the blueprint one bang this what's mentioned
Bleek you're one hit away but he didn't know The Game was
pitchin'
Balls faster than Roger Clemens nigga you're too big for your
bitches
Two gold albums and I'll make you a hitter
Might make you a little richer but don't forget the big picture
All of those make you a fag but money like Little Richard
Take your faggot ass picture put it next to Gulliany
Run you for your Roc-A-Wear fit and beat you with the Tommy
Drag your ass down to Alby Square
Call Beans, Jay, Freeway, Biggs, Dame I'll be there
Compton behind me ask Nas queens is with me
You ain't never sold crack in your life I'm takin' your fiends
with me
My guns smoke like Robert Downey
Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings County
And you might live or sit in a box
Dependin' on how long it NYPD to respond to the shot
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek
See what the problem is too much east coast dick lickin'
And everybody tryin' to do their best 2Pac rendition
Listen they wonder how I live with 5 shots
Niggaz is hard to kill on my block
When you was in the streets comin' of age
I was in the streets pumpin' the gauge
While you was rappin' I was makin' it happen
On the block with a k
While you was with The Roc on the stage
I had rocks on the stage
On headliner for the front page we know that you front
You be on sunset doin' what？ Gettin' your punk ass stunt
You gon respect us or that fo' rippin' through the vests
And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the message
Malik or M E M P H Bleek
Fuck around and be a B I T C H sleek
'Cuz all that yappin' dude will get guns clappin' dude
And stop Memphis from rappin' dude, huh
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek
It took me a little while but I am now understandin'
Jay fucked up in the first round when he picked olo with candy
Did olo in the second, nigga take it from me
The Roc get knocked off the bounce till you picked up beans
Add freeway to the team but move the ugly bitch
Trade the Marcy reject for Cam'ron and Lil' Chris
Now the squad 5 is live 6 man is Neef
Fans in the stand yellin' out fuck Memphis Bleek
You want beef I have your body parts all over New York
Leg in jersey arm in Brooklyn head buried in central park
You can't even borrow from New York no more like John Storch
And I ain't talkin' to him I'm talkin' to Malik
And I got a pine box for a nigga like you
Streets is talkin' how many real niggaz like you
Hit LAX remember when you come to the coast
Niggaz don't play with they lives when it comes to the toast
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek
Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek, Memph Bleek
25.Bang Along
One for the impala's, two for the gold d's, 3 for the switches,
middle finger
For the police, nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die,
four fingers
Up, two twisted for the westside. x2 (chorus)
I used dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts
out when
Killer wayne bought that porsche out,
I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12
years old with
All the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks
take the nigga
Out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so I'm back up
the block
Fucking with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in
front of the
Crack spot fiend's fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of
golf balls
Yeah the shits was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren,
deebo came
Through the hood in that coke white benz before 106 and park and
24inch rims,
Before these corny niggas kept the stickers under they brims
there was a lil
Nigga in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a muthu fucker I wanted
to be like
Him.
(Chorus)
Fuck it I aint gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance,
make it worse
I had steal toes on and hammer pants, fucked up right？ that's
when my pops had
To wait, he had to blow while I was blowing in nintendo tapes,
got my ass
Whopped for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my window
watching all the
Kids have fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I wanna run
outside, but
Imma get my ass whopped again if I run outside, swear I was on
punishment til
Like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block light
skin with
Wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to hump me and she was like
'I don't
Care' so I took her training bra off that's when she got scared,
she wanted me
To be her boyfriend so I was like yeah trying to think of LL
lines in the
Back of my head, 'when I'm alone in the room' can't remember
what he said but
I know Uncle Luke 'bitch give me some head' here go...
(Chorus)
Shit I'm grown now, pops in jail I'm on my own now, got my first
kilo and my
Brick phone now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now,
headed to that
County jail, 2 tees (？) coming home now, yeah homie shit
changed, niggas don't
Bang like they used to, and I can't dunk like I used to, niggas
don't move
Fast enough when they hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is
played out like
Fubu, I got a TV in the dash watching Friday, 21 no felon, tell
em niggas
Crime pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so
the cutlass
Bounce sideways, four amps 15's beatng the trunk tryin jack me
for my shit
Gotta beat me to the pump, punk, I'm on my gangsta shit, nigga
with an
Attitude hold my mutha fucking gangsta shit.
(Chorus)
(The Game talking)
Hey lo, I'm gonna take these niggas back man, back to the number
4 jordans
Niggas dem shits was sway, remember them mutha fuckers, yeah the
number 4
Jordans man, when them shits got old, we couldnt afford no new
ones so we
Went to mutha fucking payless and got that black shoe polish, we
put so much
Shoe polish on them mufuckas trying to keep them shiny black
mutha fu turned
Leather...
26.240 Bars (Spider Joke)
Hear the break down
Spider loc is a joke
Nigga sound like chunk off the goonies
Ya life is a movie
You aint a factor you a actor fifty gave you a script
Went from runnin with the bloods to a g-unit crip
What's a g-unit crip？ not a gang in LA
Bang on records but nigga won't bang in LA
Why the fuck you wake me up ... nigga im tired
You a busta.. so ima light yo ass on Fire
Nigga want my spot so he runnin with buck
Keep tryna play The Game, and u 'gon get fucked
I heard diss after diss, lil nigga you suck
Like yo baby mama, in the third row of my truck
Naw-vail I'll whoop your ass in your own hood
You so hard why didn't u put out that song about Suge
Trapped in the closet, R. Kelly ass nigga
Get swiss cheesed up, ol' deli ass nigga
T.boz in belly ass nigga
Better ask around, i been the truth since Makaveli passed nigga
And i aint wanna have to do this shit
Id rather be at home listeing to the Cam'ron diss
Dr. Dre said it best 'a bitch is a bitch'
You a myspace gangsta nigga suck my dick
Your flow is budweiser, mines is crystale
Put the faggot on ice he gon be there for a while
Now watch me put my chest out like 10 og's
I wore this G-unot shirt to show m.o.p
Im gutter mutha fucka,
Tell you fuck you to Fifty face, and wont st-st-stutter
muthafucka
And now that i put the kids to bed
I tell you a story about a spider caught in his web
Marvel williams, a well known crip
Not cause he put in work, cause his brother a snitch
He belong in g-unit, ima tell you the truth
Fifty, this nigga brother tell more than you
So ima break it down like an ounce of glue
I met this nigga spider at Alliyah video shoot
True, true, he had on no blue
Dmx start laughin he said 'this nigga think he better than you'
So i kicked a freestyle, and in the meanwhile
This nigga soakin up game tryna copy my style
Gave him a hundred bars, all he did was smile
And DMX named me the fuckin problem child
Now back to the future, you got a problem now
Snoopin around my hood, get fucked doggy style
I pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers
And let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to 'ether'
You g-unit crip, used to be a piru
Your name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit
Black wallstreet bitch you can't fuck wit my crew
My flow blind baby, ima make you do what it do
Lets take a ride Nigga ima make room in the coupe
Put the shovel in the truck, throw you in there too
Bitch in the passenger side, say she hear somebody screamin
Turn the music up.. baby that's comin from the speakers
She said i aint trippin i hear somebody screamin
I had to throw her off so i start singin
I know you don't love me
You aint the same when 50 Cent's in town
I know you don't love me
You always talkin' bout how Ma$e get down
I know you don't love me
You scream and holla when Spider Loc's around
Got me fucked up wit them g-unit crips
Tryna run game on me you punk bitch
Get yo ass in the trunk
Prodigy know that i aint a punk
Keep these rap niggaz in check like a pair of ducks
Who can flip like i do？
Spit like NaS too？
Rock a yankee fitted, still throw up piru？
Rock a dodger fitted in the middle of the bronx
I shine in any hood like paul wall fronts
Nigga my flow foolish sit back while i do this
Watch me manuever threw cedar block, and end up in hoover
I spit like a ruger
You spit crap like a rookie dice shooter
Snake eyes to the loser
Nigga im grand pooba
Gave em somethin' grand nubian
Created g-unot, fifty tried to sue me and
Say he kick me out the group nigga i left
Spider, you want my spot nigga？ clean up my mess
Dirty ass nigga, fifty give him a check
And if you sign, nigga put ya contract on the internet
I been bangin for 10 years, muhtha fucka i been a vet
For 500 dollas he'll claim any set
Give him a 1000 dollars hell tat it on his hand... damn
That's worse than me lyin sayin olivia was a man
Ya XXL cover look like makin of the band
You mad, cause i got my own shoe
And my nigga take shots for the game like NJ do
Some say it's bullshit till i pull quick
Till i empty a full clip
Get on the horn, meet me in the bullpit
Tony yayo you old ass coward
You 36 and u spit your hottest verse on my album
Now.. i aint sayin that you dope nigga..
But you better than spider loc Nigga...
Fifty saw the oppourtunity and thought he could use him
I know he don't be listein to that wack ass music
You got the west on your back？ you a lyin bastard
You the reason niggaz push mute when they play madden
What the hell made you think you could fuck wit the game
When yo claim to fame was Yukmouth's chain
Take my advice and lay low
Heard you and your uncle Yayo
Got ran the fuck outta san diego
I'll give you 5 shots when the 38 blow
Leave a whole in your chest.. the size of a bagel
We can do it when you say so
Wait till the lakers on the road, shoot it out at the staples
Open your chest, show the world what you made of
My dick hard i can't wait till the day come
When i can put the infared on him
Let billboard rest, don't speak on my dead homie
All you new west coast niggaz chill
The city is mine, Eazy left it to me in his will
27.Better Days
(＊Prod. by Jim Jonsin)
Been holding this pain inside for so long＊
Though the rain never goes away
They say I should leave these streets behind me
But its so hard to escape,
Oh lord please send me an angel
To lead me out of this place,
Send me a away,
Far away
To better days,
The first thing I wanna do is say wat up to TI,
King of the south, now everybody see why,
I'm just driving and thinking why I survived here,
And I ain't seen Dre and Eminem in 5 years,
That sound shady right,
I live a crazy life,
So many black thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white,
I can tell you about the rims but I ain't here for that,
Going out like big and pac I fear for that,
Take this lambo and put 6 holes in it,
Shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it,
Lift the doors up and let all my demons out,
And I can see my brother now cos that's what I been dreaming
bout,
I ain't thinking bout bitches or pulling beemers out,
I'm thinking bout my son safety everytime they leave the house,
I know how to make it out the hood I seen the route,
And here's the proof me venus and serena out,
Been holding this pain inside for so long
Though the rain never goes away
They say I should leave these streets behind me
But its so hard to escape,
Oh lord please send me an angel
To lead me out of this place,
Send me a away,
Far away
To better days,
I'm sitting on these stairs at this church,
Bout to start a verse
And somewhere in the world somebody about to start a hoarse,
Tell me who inside it, who's son is that,
And how he get there, now tell me who gun is that,
I ain't saying confess definitely ain't saying snitch,
But if you killed the n-gga help his momma dig his ditch,
I'm from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked,
Kids wear Dre beats to stop the sound of gun shots,
But at least they got the Dre beats cos kids in africa ain't
even got shoes on they feet,
And I seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking flys off
my own eyes,
Can you feel that, if you can hear them buzzing,
You can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
They lost there baby daughter and she was only 3
She never got a chance to blossom on the family tree,
Been holding this pain inside for so long
Though the rain never goes away
They say I should leave these streets behind me
But its so hard to escape,
Oh lord please send me an angel
To lead me out of this place,
Send me a away,
Far away
To better days,
We got a new president and I love that he black,
But I'mma ask him like bush, where the soldiers at？
Now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers at,
The water dried up well n-gga do you know they clap
We all juveniles we all been through some trials,
And some tribulations, Im in this booth pacing,
What do I say next, should I talk about some cars
Or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars,
Or my bullet wounds and my stab wounds,
Can't show you I covered them up with tattoos,
I can't do nothing but spit the truth,
On probation smoking drink patron before I hit the booth,
You making songs for the clubs while n-ggas drinking,
I make em for the ride home when n-ggas stinking,
One minute you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
And it]'s a Jim Johnsin track now fill this stack
Been holding this pain inside for so long
Though the rain never goes away
They say I should leave these streets behind me
But its so hard to escape,
Oh lord please send me an angel
To lead me out of this place,
Send me a away,
Far away
To better days
28.Big Money
(＊Prod. by Cool ＆ Dre)
I got big money I drive big cars＊
Everybody know me,
It's like I'm a movie star,
Everybody know me,
It's like I'm a movie star,
Everybody know me,
It's like I'm a movie star,
I got big money, everybody know,
Brand new rose phantom, put those sixes on the floor,
When I pull up in the hood, n-ggas say there go the man,
I put them Asanti's and Nelly's on them rubberbands,
California license plates,
Aftermath logo,
Back with the Doc after a 5 year solo,
Woke up in the club 10 bottles of the bub,
Tell them hoes, I'm buying what they drinking,
Just pour it up, all my n-ggas is banging
What you claim just throw it up,
If you ain't getting money like I'm getting go get a cup,
If you ain't getting p-ssy like I'm getting,
Take one of mine,
You know I'm in this b-tch with 20 dollars worth of dimes,
Yeah, I'm from Compton, everybody know,
I ain't riding on LeBron's that's 2004,
I ain't riding on Kobe's that's 2005,
If it ain't February's on the truck it ain't right,
Don't ask what I'm sitting on, mills on the rims,
Lamborghini top unless I call it Lil Kim,
Walking through the club with a pocket full of change,
Iceberg on my chest no man on my ring,
I ain't talking bout Jeezy, talking bout them gemstones,
Medallion so big think I'm walking with my rims on,
Tell the DJ we got a line outside,
You can play it after Gucci and Dre just let it ride,
Girl let's make a movie, hop inside my car,
I be Denzel and you can be just who you are,
Ain't worried bout ya man,
Leave that n-gga at the bar,
Got some tint on my Ferrari,
This movie is rated R,
Ya girlfriends is extra's,
Baby you a star,
And it's time to burn rubber no stuntman involved,
Doing a 100 on the highway, pulling on my gear shift,
Your girl got her hand on my cock but I ain't Will Smith,
Baby I'm a baller, inside outside,
Cool N Dre track and this muthf-cker bounce right,
Yeah it's aftermath and we back in the club,
While you wait for Detox let this muthaf-cker sulk.
29.Street Kings
Lyricist：Quincy Bailey, Davon Brown, Ivory Collins, Damon Morris,
Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Fuck it, yo, who the best MC on the west？
By far it's me and in my car is a continental tea
And my broad in that continental suite
With the armadillo rollin' up dutches like that motherfuckers
Beef with the kid, click clack, motherfuckers
Let them bullets burn your six pack, motherfuckers
Get jacked, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
Get a mack, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson
A cross style Jada make a run threw Yonkers
I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop
And nigga I like your watch, so roll over, you can die with the
jury
First nigga, take the stand to testify he gonna die with the
jury
And I might kidnap the judge or send a team
To lean on the prosecutors so the DA budge
I got niggas that'll ride for a grand
So handover my rock like Earl Manson
You can die where you stand
You got his back you can die with your man
I'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down
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, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
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, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime, you want us then come and try us
I'm a take it to the next, take it to a motherfuckin' neck
Pull up on a nigga holdin' triggers and techs
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 nigga down
Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people
Said them that I shitted on you nigga like I was a flock of
seagulls
Infrared beam like a traffic jam at night
Handle any man in sight with his hands upon a mic
Wanna light, I got the torch, California up north
For any nigga puttin' flamed on a Porches and never drive on
Bitch, you're gonna die on
San Quinton for and five catch a live one
Bust shots at the clouds, so we can shine some
Get up off your ass and nigga and grind some
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, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
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, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
Flash fuckers on the tip of the gat
You can put on flat but I'll kill that, I'll open you up like a
mat
Even if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man
And these new school nigga talk like we heard of them plans
Seventy-two times 36 millimeters in your mini van
Gettin' off on you nigga and your mini-mans
Only thing runnin' is blood nigga so we gettin' grand
So we will bust your head, nigga, straight through your hand
Or get off in yo ass nigga like Jackie Chan
And when it's all said and done it's a one will stand
Gunnin' this motorbike, feelin' this power man
A 185 miles per hour, man, I stay co-relatin' with the Taliban
I show up, show up, show up, show up
Niggaz talk about money, they forgot the struggle
Playas paint a perfect picture, they forgot the hustle
Pieces of a puzzle, guzzlin' pints, watchin' the moonlight
Turn to sunlight, street more gun fights, penitentiary kites
Seen a man turn to mice than mice turn to man
See my nigga take the stand turn my other mans hand
Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again
Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22's on them rubbers bands
Slow rollin, 'dro blowin', I'm 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 bullets, I shit missiles
And my eyeballs look like crystals, my shits official
It's more humaro Merofrista
Yo, yo, it's Luke and everything I sit on fat
Niggaz be like oh shit, how a nigga shit on that？
You wanna see me shit on and grit on tracks
Glock with the red paint, puttin' it on hat
Talk about the real thing not the 760
The reason that they took the fair team to get me
You don't want it with my dogs, you got teeni guys
I mean itsy bitsy little bitty weeni guys
I done seen them guys bought as big as my gats
And they ain't even got enough strength to squeeze on that
You want real hard core shit I be's on that
Cop the XLT you put threes on that, put cheese on hats
When luchi seeks squeeze on gats we even leave these on flat
G's messin' low they got g's on that and have
How your momma outside screamin' 'Please don't clap'
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, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
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, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
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, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
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, 'cuz we ain't hard to find
Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
30.El Presidente
Lyricist：Sean Montel Smith, Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Death before dishonor, ride with weap' up
'Cause niggaz tryin' to dent my armor
Cold streets, Telly Mac keep the guns on 'em
They wanna know how that nigga from California
Could run up on ya on any corner
Put somethin' on ya
How I stuff bricks in the 6, with no crack aroma
Dawg, I'm just livin' for the moment
I'm from Compton homey, but I'm like a center for Milwaukee
'Cause I plays for the bucks and I keep the 40 on me
Gotta keep the chrome-y, gotta keep my back to the wall
Wait for Q to rock me up, like cavi dawg
Speakin' of lle', I put 8 in, 10 jump back hard
And watch my money come back like Jordan in charge
I'm like the black Yankees, they don't want me around no more
'Cause I hold the record for the most fiends roamin' the
boulevard
And when I'm on the boulevard, catch me behind the wheel
Of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill
Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president
Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president
Aiyyo, I do this shit from Compton to the Mac block
High-tech collaborations with the Gamblaz and Black Sox
Drillin' 'em, killin 'em, if we ain't feelin' 'em nigga
If sticky Fingaz need some music, straight stealin' it nigga
Shinin' in big trucks, big will in it nigga
We climbin' to the top and we sealin' it nigga
So back the fuck up, my niggaz act the fuck up
So keep yourself in line or you could get smacked the fuck up
Jacked the fuck up, beat up bad and clapped the fuck up
Wrapped up in white sheets and threw in a white truck
Over presidents, now you willin' to give your life up？
Put your kids on the line and give your wife up？
Over presidents, they got you soulless
So take this bomb and hold this, while we control this
For the streets, we comin' with heat that's stolen
And we hustle universal, for that paper that we foldin'
Roll in 600's, Beamers and 'llacs
We a team of cats with the Benz and gats
That fiend for jacks but only when the green's attached
We fiend for jacks but only when the green's attached
Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president
Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president
It's Telly and young game the hustler, ho juggler, coke smuggler
No matter what the hustle, dough doublin'
Ya or the rock, give me a day and a spot
And I bet I'll come back with 10K in the drop
I'll stay in the spot, wearin' a crop and coppin' ounces
Telly Mac and Game the hustler, we rock the house
And plus we the reason that the blocks is out
So my words to the wise is just watch your mouth
And you don't want it when the stainless out
What the game about, the bullets is in, your brains is out
All over Frisco and Compton dawg, we ruthless
And the truth is y'all niggaz can't stop us dawg
So why the fuck you wanna knock us off？
Like we some high-powered cowards
And y'all really the niggaz that's soft
Still across the train tracks, we turn 'caine crack
It's Telly Mac and Game the hustler, you can't change that
Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president
Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president
31.That's Presidents
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Death before dishonor
Ride with weap' up, 'cause niggaz tryin' to dent my armor
Cold streets, Telly Mac keep the guns on 'em
They wanna know how that nigga from California
Could run up on ya on any corner
Put somethin' on ya
How I stuff bricks in the 6 with no crack aroma
Dawg, I'm just livin' for the moment
I'm from Compton homey, but I'm like a center for Milwaukee
'Cause I play for the Bucks and I keep the 40 on me
Gotta keep the chrome-y, gotta keep my back to the wall
Wait for Q to rock me up, like cavi dawg
Speakin of lle', I put 8 in, 10 jump back hard
And watch my money come back like Jordan in charge
I'm like the black Yankees, they don't want me around no more
'Cause I hold the record for the most fiends roamin' the
boulevard
And when I'm on the boulevard, catch me behind the wheel
Of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill
Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president
Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president
It's Telly and young Game, the hustler, ho juggler, coke
smuggler
No matter what the hustle, dough doublin'
Yale or the rock, give me a day and a spot
And I bet, I'll come back with 10K in the drop
I'll stay in the spot, wearin' a crop and coppin' ounces
Telly Mac and Game the hustler, we rock the house
And plus we the reason that the blocks is out
So my words to the wise is just watch your mouth
And you don't want it when the stainless out
What the game about, the bullets is in, your brains is out
All over Frisco and Compton dawg, we ruthless
And the truth is y'all niggaz can't stop us dawg
So why the fuck you wanna knock us off
Like we some high-powered cowards
And y'all really the niggaz that's soft
Still across the train tracks, we turn 'caine crack
It's Telly Mac and Game the hustler, you can't change that
Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president
Steppin' out of Chevies with heat that's heavy, that's president
Bullets flyin' for them dead guys, that's president
Lead meltin' inside your wig, that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin', it's all president
32.Dreams (Produced By Kanye West)
Lyricist：Jerry Butler, Kenneth Gamble, Leon Huff, Jayceon Taylor,
Kanye Omari West
An' I brought an' I brought an' I brought dreams
Dreams, dreams an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I woke up out that coma two thousand an' one
'Bout the same time Dre dropped '2001'
Three years later, the album is done
Aftermath presents 'Nigga Witta Attitude, Volume One'
Rap critics politickin', wanna know the outcome
'Ready To Die', 'Reasonable Doubt' an' 'Doggystyle' in one
I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind that G series an' 'All Eyez On Me'
I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe Magazine
Workin' with Dr. Dre was a dream
I had visions of makin' a classic, then my world turned black
Like I was starin' out of Stevie Wonders glasses
It's kinda hard to imagine like Kanye West
Comin' back from his fatal accident to beatmakin' an' rappin'
But we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
An' it's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me
back
Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had a dream
Aaliyah had a dream, Left Eye had a dream
So I reached out to Kanye an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I had dreams of fuckin' a R an'B bitch like Mya
When I saw that ass on the front of that King
Read the article in the magazine
She loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So I'm in the glass house havin' nasty dreams
Good girls never give it up
But anything is possible if 50 fucked Vivica
Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly an' Maze
Used to dream of bein' 'Unsigned Hype'
'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays
Almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage
I thought I saw Eazy, talkin' to Jam Master Jay
So I walked over, heard Jam Master say
'It's a hard knock life, then you pass away'
They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open
'Cause a dream is kin to your last breath
Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had a dream
Aaliyah had a dream, Left Eye had a dream
So I reached out to Kanye an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
The dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through
The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you
Who walked through the White House without a business suit
Compton had jheri curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes
Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues
Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazin' Clue
It was all a dream like Big said it'd be
Don't sleep on me, homey, I bring nightmares to reality
Rap phenomenon, defyin' the rules of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revisin' my strategy
'Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went
How do I say this？ I'm livin' for my son
But I can't figure out why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus, piece like a Catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend has just begun
Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had a dream
Aaliyah had a dream, Left Eye had a dream
So I reached out to Kanye an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price
The sister of Venus an' Serena Williams
Who was slain durin' a gang shootout in Compton
Sunday, September 14th, 2003, rest in peace
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
An' I brought an' I brought an' I brought dreams
Dreams, dreams an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you
Lyricist：Mike Chavarria, Walter Howard, Denaun M Porter, Jayceon
Terrell Taylor
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world
She like black Bentley Coupes, Black Daytons
Black interior, black ridin' shotgun
Black ＊＊＊ black Air Ones
Bangin' the 'Black Album', track number 1
She like that Jay ＊＊＊ that's her favorite
If it's gonna get me the ＊＊＊ I'ma play that ＊＊＊
If she bite too hard, I'ma say that ＊＊＊
But don't bite me, ＊＊＊ I don't play that ＊＊＊
Marques Houston, I don't play that ＊＊＊
By the time we got half way through watchin' 'Ray', I hit
I laid it down, beat it up, let her go clean it up
Take a five minute nap, wake up and ＊＊＊ it, but
Then there's part two in the sauna
Feel like I'm ＊＊＊ Mary J 'cuz she don't want no drama
I'd rather take your ＊＊＊ to the Bahamas
Than give you 30,000 a month like Diddy baby mama
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world
Picture me thuggin', picture me lovin' you
Like Bobby love Whitney, now picture me ＊＊＊
Pullin' your ponytail, smackin' you on the ＊＊＊
Tellin' you how I can take you all around the world
That ＊＊＊ can't do it like this
Even Beyonce couldn't move it like this
She only ＊＊＊ with 'Soldiers', that's her ＊＊＊
I hate to admit it but I love my ＊＊＊ so much
I'm sittin' outside in the Benz
Thinkin' back to Dre's house when I ＊＊＊ her best friend
The ＊＊＊ wasn't nothin', now I'm dealin'
With the diary of a mad black woman with Louis Vuitton luggage
She told me she was tired of The Game and rap
Quit like Ma$e, then she came right back
I told you the ＊＊＊ sex was whack
And you're all I need, even Jamie know that
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world
You know what they say, more money, more problems, more drama
Means more ＊＊＊ and less baby mama
You know I love you like I love my shoes
But even white Air Force Ones come in twos
Yeah, I like her and I like you too
What's wrong？ She my ＊＊＊ and you my boo
She got a Range Rover Sport, you got a Bentley Coupe
She take my clothes to the cleaners, you take Harlem to school
I gave her your birthday bag, so I made a mistake
And Oprah don't ＊＊＊ with it no more anyway
I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through
But I ain't goin' nowhere, I got a kid with you
Why we always got to argue about Superhead's book？
She ＊＊＊ with a ＊＊＊ on, after that, I shook
And when she start talkin' about buyin' a ring
I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed out wheels
First class ticket, G 4, you that deal for real
I can take you all around the world
Around the world with me, baby
Around the world with me
Around the world with me
Lyricist：Darnell Bristol, Kenneth B Edmonds, Sidney De Wayne Johnson,
Dominick Lamb, Jayceon Taylor
I only ＊＊＊ wit'chu on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm ＊＊＊
I would be broke if I would be with you
That is why it's fo' one night, one night
I'm a ＊＊＊ nightmare
Wake up, ＊＊＊ I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood
My own ＊＊＊ actin' like I turned my back on the hood
I used my rap money to put ＊＊＊ in the hood
Even brought the ＊＊＊ Dr. Dre back to the hood
I showed ＊＊＊ the Bentley, then let you drive it
Gone for two days and I ain't even check the mileage
When we was fightin' with ＊＊＊, it wasn't about no dollars
It was about sellin' ＊＊＊ to put our kids through college
I'm sittin' on the block, reminiscin' for hours
Wipin' my tears 'cause now half of my ＊＊＊ is cowards
And I was still ＊＊＊ with ＊＊＊ after I got ＊＊＊
And didn't get one hospital visit
My homey Snoop told me it'd be days like this
It hurt my heart to say this ＊＊＊
I only ＊＊＊ wit'chu on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm ＊＊＊
I would be broke if I would be with you
That is why it's fo' one night, one night
Red bandanna in my back pocket, I'm for real
This ain't a pastel color khaki suit and I ain't Pharrell
I don't front about ＊＊＊, I pull my ＊＊＊ up out ＊＊＊
And let everything fly to keep my son up outta this
I thought you loved me, ＊＊＊ talk is cheap
Remember, the ＊＊＊ holes in my son's car seat
My baby momma found four ＊＊＊ I ain't get
One keep your head up, all I got was keep it real
Keep it real, my ＊＊＊？
Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my ＊＊＊
After the bulls＊＊＊, I stayed right there
Took you to award shows, there go J right there
Where？ Right there, I had all you ＊＊＊ in suits
Cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs
I'm supposed to enjoy this ＊＊＊ but it's quite clear
The last twelve months been a ＊＊＊ nightmare
I only ＊＊＊ wit'chu on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm ＊＊＊
I would be broke if I would be with you
That is why it's fo' one night, one night
This ＊＊＊ worse than arguin' with my ＊＊＊
I done been through mo' ups and downs than the Impala switch
Get yo' hand out my pocket, ＊＊＊ go fish
I was born by myself, so I don't owe y'all ＊＊＊
＊＊＊ you tell me, what'chu want me to do
Drop my son off at home and come bang wit'chu？
Oh, now it's, â½＊＊＊ Gameâ, nah, ＊＊＊ you
I put that on my life, matter 'fact, that's on Piru
And the reality is, I could die too
And end up in the cemetery right beside you
We can both ride, angels flyin' over my head
Stoned but the Devil's inside yo' box
You wanted my shine, so I gave you ice
Then I gave you a second chance and you played me twice
Couldn't be a real homeboy to save yo' life
I shoulda took Dr. Dre's advice
I only ＊＊＊ wit'chu on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm ＊＊＊
I would be broke if I would be with you
That is why it's fo' one night, one night
Black Wall Street fo' life
I only ＊＊＊ with you on two occasions
When I'm outta my mind or when I'm ＊＊＊
I only ＊＊＊ with you
35.Real N＊＊＊s Stand Up
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggas 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
Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggas 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
Y'all niggas 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 0
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
Any 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
Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggas 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
Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggas 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
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 Chucks, 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 niggas 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 the pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleanin', they can get the rest of that
shit up
'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggas next to each other how I do 'em in line
Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggas 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
Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggas 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
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 drive-by 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
Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggas 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
Real niggas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggas 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
36.For My Gangstaz
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Livin' in Compton, California CA
Livin' in Compton, California CA
Charlie O, drop that hot shit
Motherfucker it's the game, mister tint the windows wit'cha
brain
Since a young'n up and comin', all I did was cop 'caine
They try and change the game, nigga I still cop 'caine
I ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the cops came
Bitches tryin' to throw salt in my name
Barbers tryin' to part my game, niggaz, tryin' to chalk my frame
But I walk on a thin line without scuffin' my Chucks
Bad Boy and I fuck with Puff, so bring the guns if you want,
nigga
I'm real good with the glock and 50 G's say, you leave in a box
When I fuck, Lil' Kim guess, I'm feelin' like 'Pac
Niggaz wanna wrestle the game, guess, they feel like The Rock
It doesn't matter, 745 up and down your block
Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they shot
It's different in my hood, only time we take shots
Is when the Dodgers did good, my niggaz live on the block
This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters pour the brew
This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters red and blue
I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean, my life's no dream
I got a crew in Jamaica, Queens
Lake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sip
My thugs get crunk off Lil' Flip
State to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the Bay
Like Clint Eastwood, make my day
Fine bitches look like Lisa Raye, plot on gettin' paid
In the end, all they get is played, maybe a nut, no Ice Capade
Real dudes is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifey
And I don't give a fuck if you really don't like me
It's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy
One of the best I might be, it really don't matter
When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin' out of my way
I bust bad bitches night and day, I make classics like Dr. Dre
Closed casket from rhymes, I say
This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters pour the brew
This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters red and blue
Gon' move in on your rock, say fuck the crisis
And ride with the West we got lower coat prices
You know me the king of L.A., New York
Drivin' through Brooklyn in a fo', same color as water
You want X？ I can cover the order
Ninety four been hustlin' now watch the shit elevate like Vince
Carter
Not the rap martyr or the second rap Carter
Compton's own, I'm home, not the best I just rap harder
Heir to the throne, nobody rep Compton like me
Street spinnin' like waves on that Continental T
My grand moms woulda been proud of me
Look at your grandson now, 'til my demis, Black Mafia ties
A killer changin' the game like them Marcy guys
And I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to Biggie
I'm from Compton, he from New York City, come on, really？
This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters pour the brew
This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters red and blue
37.Truth Rap
Lyricist：Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T beats
We feedin' the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it come from
Never forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout？ Yeah, Game, spit that shit
Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up from that coma
Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic
Still chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
And still got dope, under the mattress
It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' before that and
12 years old, a lost soul, bumpin', 'Illmatic'
Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid's live
Can't do it, I been through it the young kid survived
Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, I'ma take you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' live forever
Get it together 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin'
Eazy is talkin' to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they souls still glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to
Brooklyn
The shells cry, every hood's anthem
Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never answered
And they throwin' us curve balls but we Hank Aarons
A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless
Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers
Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents
Robinson's cubicles, when time life is so beautiful
Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but it's okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I promise
Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Minister Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth, we royal
Who's king we fightin' over a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown
More infants bein' born with AIDS, more parents mournin' graves
The plot thickens, somebody show us the way
Tears crackin' the pavement, streets breakin' up
The thrill is gone and it's a long walk home
So we might as well start runnin', if it's there gotta take it
'Member Jada said, 'We gon' make it'
And it shouldn't take 9／11 to bring our minds together
Shit rough, we'll grind together
Light a candle we can shine forever or I can pass
So I won't miss Aaliyah's concert in Heaven
Live life while we listen to my old heads
So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood
mayne
Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang
And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or
cocaine
A lot of black clouds on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down
In my own front yard like Marvin Gaye
Can't do it by myself, people need help
Keep on tryin' to live healthy 'til the end of my days
And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin' from
Heaven
Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton parade
I'm in the city where it's strange where killers follow
direction
And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power
Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours
Take sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause real G's is boxin'
Ain't no other options if you stand on your own two
And if you came to battle, you can stand in the phone booth
'Cause we don't wear capes in this part of the land
'Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and famous since
eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine
When I, pass the word through these raps on beats
It's fo' sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, when I pass these beats
It's fo' sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets
Y'knahmtalkinbout people？
Make the track speak, 'Truth Rap,' get it right
'Truth Rap', mayne, for the people
Get it right, 'Truth Rap'
38.Promised Land
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Sometimes I wonder
Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come out
Man we strugglin', it's hard sometimes
But tomorrow's better than yesterday
I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction, darker complexion
Made it hard to live, dad how you fathered your kids？
Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die
Left us out to dry, I'm still here, my mother's cries
Nigga, no father figures make harder niggaz through the years
Went to war with niggaz from what I saw in the picture
Now your son is bigger, 13 but just like you
Moms said I would grow up and be just like you
From what you did to my sister she disliked you
Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me, just like you
Gunnin' for riches, runnin', hoppin' project fences
Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits
And I'm far from finished, gamin' 'til my coffee diminish
Why pray for the afterlife when mines just beginnin'
Only son by our mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one
Every time I kissed one I missed one, let me explain
Eight years before the game, everything came with pain
Watch the fate of my family slain, would never see good times
again
Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame
My father, that have the same name as his father
My grandfather wouldn't believe, he pulled up our family tree
I can see him rollin' over in his coffin
I'm left with often, thoughts of how could you molest your
daughter
They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter
Man you oughta, be dead in a grave
But it wasn't my call, so instead you sat in a cage
High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound
Six-five coward, woulda been dead in an hour
Heard you was scared to take a shower, scared of the yard
Your end is near, you shoulda been scared of God, motherfucker
All my niggaz listen
I stay a step ahead of the rest of y'all
Why I gotta keep a vest for y'all
Though I made it dog, I still stress for y'all？
Funny how my folks think rap money stretch so far
Pray to God my niggaz, see through all the checks and the cars
I'm tryin' to invest in what's ours, gimme a couple of years dog
I'll turn your tears stress and your scars
Into lawn chairs and green grass in your yard
I'm tryin' to watch my kids wrestlin' yours
Not have to get 'em ready for school and strap a vest on 'em all
I know sometimes it get hard
Keep your head up mami, reach for the stars
Havin' a child is like a blessing from God
You just gotta work hard, can't let your youngest star strip in
that bar
I feel your pain, this shit is rippin' my heart
But where and when do we start, listen to the voice in back of
my mind
Can't reach all my women so I attack it in rhyme
I know what you're feelin', I'm wipin' ya tears ma, it could
happen in time
For now I take your tear strife sufferin', imagine it mine
39.We Are The Hustlaz
Lyricist：Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
Yeah
Yeah, man we them niggaz everybody talkin 'bout
Hey yo, yo
Whether it's, chips or whips or bricks of 'caine
I still shine at the end when y'all forced to rain
Changed the game, three shots parade ya Range
Hit the passenger, driver, old man on a cane
I'm a shell in the chamber, waitin' to pop
Like Stoudamire on the court I'm used to movin' the rock
Cruise in the drop, 740, snub in the box
My attitude shifty, never callin' the cops
A Green Bay jersey, out on Bennett puffin' Hershey
D's on the route tryin' to catch a nigga dirty
Respect the flow, better yet respect the dough
He get respect like rich and po'
Fuck a 9 to 5, I'd rather wake up and spit bars
And your wife, known to make my dick hard
Cartier lenses, 22's on my Benz's
When shit break out, y'all hit the fences
We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin' sticks, spliff up
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
Unidentifiable straps makin' heat clap sicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
We about reliable scratch and gettin' this math quicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
Shit I might as well be duels, 'cause they call me the Flow
master
I keep ridin' tracks like a natural disaster
You know I'm 'bout macra, I'll clap ya, a pirate like
Far from a Hollywood actor
A factor, focused on paper and cars
I move like crowds, stay minglin' with the stars
I'm in the 6500 Benz truck with some broads
Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard
chicks
That wanna take the car, cover up your tight summer shit
The game's heavy, man that's way off the charts
Heavier than killer whales at animal theme parks
You niggaz is SweeTarts, my family is street sharks
We keep the ER busy tryin' to revive the treat marks
Shit, we merk niggaz like Eddie, get ready
We got heat that set car alarms off like M-80's
We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin' sticks, spliff up
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
Unidentifiable straps makin' heat clap sicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
We about reliable scratch and gettin' this math quicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
The Game on some regular rhymin', fuck all this new shit
When they gon' let real niggaz get on that cruise ship
Black Sox and Dallas Squad got, chains and cars
Get, brains from stars after those awards
Miyagi's or doubles, don't think I won't buy out the bar
That's little shit, Mercedes dealership, buy out the cars
Sticker in the window, let 'em know that it's ours
Sittin' on shit you ain't never seen like we got it from Mars
Game like Laker Will, snatch a bitch off your arm
She see Game covered in ice like I lived through a snowstorm
Pay off security at clubs, get our guns admitted
Outside the club in the parkin' lot, four dot six
Not know it's stocked？ Nigga it's the one we keep the bricks in
Hard black on black leather's what we keep the chicks in
And bitches stay sniffin' like smellin' dubs is a sixth sense
We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin' sticks, spliff up
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
Unidentifiable straps makin' heat clap sicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
We about reliable scratch and gettin' this math quicker
We are the hustlaz everyone's talkin' about
40.Business Never Personal
Lyricist：Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black
Coupe
With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue
When I'm out in San Fran, the P.D. real nervous
'Cause they know I'm packin' heat under the Willie Mays jersey
Nigga, it ain't nuttin' for me to empty a clip
Or wave my guns in the air and just enter ya strip
I know about gangs, had shootouts with plenty of Crips
I sold crack and been out of town with plenty of bricks
So ain't nuttin' you can tell me, about the game
Come with beef and leave here without your brains
And I'ma drive upstate and try to bounce this 'caine
In that Shelby the same color as moutanin rain
And you know I got the South clickin'
'Cause ain't nuttin' like niggaz with gold teeth
And them down South chickens
So fuck with my D and get found wit'cha mouth missin'
This ain't about you and me it's about business nigga
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
They don't understand me, like the Birdman I got candy
Put the herb in, I got family
I'm doin' 85, in the 50 mile an hour lane
Tryin' to handle my business, the Figaro stack change
Independent tycoons, tycoons, yeah
My niggaz puff trees, snort coke and chew shrooms
Bad to the bone, to the bone
And can't trust a nigga for shit 'cause Fed's on the phone
My whole crew dirty, fuckin' with amphetamines
Catch you slippin' blow your whole crew to smitharines
Now the streets knowin', knowin'
And I'ma run this shit back with my foot broke like Terrell
Owens
Still blowin'
Like Mike Jones of the Swishahouse, gold knock them bitches outs
We take trips out to Houston and D.C.
For the West coast, nigga can you feel me？
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
It's business never personal, real live on blocks
If we ain't movin' the rocks, then we movin' the stocks
Cross a hustler motherfucker you'll arrive in a box
It's the true to life struggle 'til we arrive on top
41.The Game Get Live
Lyricist：Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
You can catch five or catch me in the C.L.5
Whatever way dog, the game get live
Keepin' it gangsta in a P.D. city velor
Late night, I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four
The hood love me, hood rats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere and I ain't talkin' 'bout a concert dog
Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converse dog
Get it crackin' like we out in the yard and the warden's
watchin'
Only difference is the whores is watchin'
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangsta bay-bee, from the C.P.T.
Run with the pound like I'm from D.P.G.
If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't no limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I'm a shinin' star
And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that, Purple Haze
Ralways, The Ojays, the gangsta lean so
Please believe that I keep two G's in my jeans
Two gats in my sleeve, two rats in my beam'
X-5, mami let's ride
Weave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-Stuy
It's the kid from the far west I, oh, shit
He know how to do more than flip pies
Get money like them stick up guys
Them 'Ocean 11' licks got the young kid rich for life
And I talkin' 'bout a movie or George Clooney
I'm talkin' 'bout, runnin' in your spots with uzis tucked in the
Coogi
Dude me？ Naw truly, might lose your lives
They say, 'I've, got 2K2 covered like A.I.'
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin' rocky
The trey with the Broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes
A.D. jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels
In my neighborhood, I'm young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake
So cover my face and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang
Crews buzz when you speakin' my name, 'cause I'm deep in the
game
With top cool thangs and million dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high
Now we soarin' through the spacious skies
Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride, the handle is up
Switchin' gears with the pedal and ride
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the black socks and get low we get dough
In the yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
42.Eat Ya Beats Alive
Lyricist：Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
Three wheel motion around the corner on these niggaz, mayne
Smashin' down the block, Charlie O beat in the deck
Game, what it do？
They love the way a nigga hop them six fours and shit
The way I push buttons make them Diablo doors lift
The way I stick and move when I'm behind the wheel
Of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill
The way I peel back niggaz' jerseys
It ain't your life, I'm just not a big fan of James Worthy
So wait 'til I see y'all, I'm real surgical with the Ruger
But you won't catch my face on E.R.
But you might catch them dudes from the ambulance
Squattin' on top of ya mans givin' 'em each CPR
Tryin' to get 'em to 'Breathe Again' like Toni Braxton
Told y'all 'bout comin' to Cali, with them phony accents
Hollywood got movies but it ain't no actin'
So wear that bling to them awards like it ain't no jackers
We chain snatchers, twenty-fo' seven
Y'all, when you're on the West coast
(Eat ya beats alive)
When ya come to the lab
(Eat ya beats alive)
Fuckin' with this cash
(Eat ya beats alive)
'Cause it's all about math
(Eat ya beats alive)
When you come to the West
(Eat ya beats alive)
When ya come to the lab
(Eat ya beats alive)
All about cash
(Eat ya beats alive)
Nigga, all about math
(Eat ya beats alive)
It ain't nuttin' to spray you faggots
Or have your moms get you a Burberry suit
So you look good in that casket？
It's you faggots, desperado in tact
June, Drago, The Game and D-Mac
Come through in a grim reaper black Cadillac
Seven three, ooh wee, you see, who he
With the ugliest flows, money hungriest
Oh, the kid got hoes, you ain't know？
Head is never optional, get my whistle, blizzow
Carry pistols to your Sources and your Grammys
Of course, it's that nigga that kick down doors
And leave rooms filled with corpses, Jordan and bloody Air
Forces
To get my dough I come back like Air Jordan
Same shot, lil' older, still no nigga can hold him
Stepped back, sold crack let the Compton streets mold him
Big face said I can hold it, he'll bet you a G
When you're on the West coast
(Eat ya beats alive)
When ya come to the lab
(Eat ya beats alive)
Fuckin' with this cash
(Eat ya beats alive)
'Cause it's all about math
(Eat ya beats alive)
When you come to the West
(Eat ya beats alive)
When ya come to the lab
(Eat ya beats alive)
All about cash
(Eat ya beats alive)
Nigga, all about math
(Eat ya beats alive)
See I'm the nigga with the most flow
Figgaro from killer Cali, reppin Get Low, niggaz know
Independent with my hustle
Couldn't give a fuck, money or muscle, it's time to bubble
West coast is the place where we holdin' it down
Bay area thuggin', they knowin' it now
I'm from the home of the Get Low, home of the get dough
Home where they want mo' so niggaz get they pistol
Run up in yo' back do', lookin' for the cheddar cheese
Canary wristwatch on celebrities
Diamond bezelled iced out with hella cheese
And every fuckin' link is like a masterpiece
Catch 'em slippin', comin' out the Burger King
Parkin' lot project life, we like to spark a lot
Better known as a bandit, niggaz can't stand it
My whole block gets hard like granite
When you're on the West coast
(Eat ya beats alive)
When ya come to the lab
(Eat ya beats alive)
Fuckin' with this cash
(Eat ya beats alive)
'Cause it's all about math
(Eat ya beats alive)
When you come to the West
(Eat ya beats alive)
When ya come to the lab
(Eat ya beats alive)
All about cash
(Eat ya beats alive)
Nigga, all about math
(Eat ya beats alive)
Nigga
43.Walk Thru The Sky
Lyricist：Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
Open your eyes, we in a new era
Less drama, more unity, everything's lookin' a lil' clearer
Like a face in the mirror, karma
It was right before our eyes, facin' the future, I cried
No more Martin Luther shots, from off the words of Malcolm
Tunes from Jimi, it's sad but you gotta hear me
All praises due to the mighty Allah, God forgive me
I've been through it, but it's not all bad in me
A young kid tryin' to change his ways
Every day a lil' closer, show him the light, let him pave the
way
Grandma I'm comin' to spend forever wit'cha, I miss ya
No more Sunday dinners, wish you could see your grandson now
Got bigger, all grown now
Got a daughter, think she grown now, just started walkin'
Just started talkin', she can potty on her own now
Life is good, memories are better
We all gotta go, I know it's cold, grab a sweater
We can take that ride together, cry whatever, die whatever
Walk through the sky together, huh
44.Fuck Wit Me
Lyricist：Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
Yo, it's the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag
six-four
With the D's spinnin' I can bag a hoe
Top down, so my rag can show, whatever in the dutch
Purple or orange, haze, it's just a bag of 'dro
Hit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge
In Mark Jacobs denim and Don Magli's on
I'm a gangsta and the birds they love it
20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby Puckett
You can't buy a Ferrari, fuck it, cop lle' from J
The bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage
He order rock and cover it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the ball is live
Ain't nobody fumblin' on my block
We in the field like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin' the
rock
Nothin' less than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop
Shoot you and take your vest and your glock, motherfuckers
What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me
What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
I'm in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my
tracks
I push paper to increase my shine
I'm on my chief, jumpin' out the wagon like Tyco
And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo'
Bossed out, camouflage under my vest B
Motorbike, fast cars, broads and jetskis
Rule number 1, keep your eye on your cash flow
'Cause rule number 2, will get rid of your best so
None of 'em best show, ridin' in stress mode
'Less they got petrol, pushin' that Benz slow
Pick up the Game, let's count some cash
Then we, get to the do', then you put on your mask
On some other shit, ridin' wit'cha boy now
We on the West coast, seek and destroy now
It's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets, fin' to blow now fo'sho' now
What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me
What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
The underboss, ill too fast
Buildin' my stocks off the blocks and the wears will sag
Not Gil but tryin' to top, the nerd Bill Gates
From the city of project buildings and them Mossberg K's
San Francisco, West coast, Northern Bay, California
Man, it's Get Low so best to toast or torch'll spray on ya
Uhh, makin' mafia moves, skate from the cops
Yeah, they tried stoppin' ya dude
But nah, the ball, it don't stop
A shot callin', if I fall then my thoughts gon' flock
Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc Figgaro
Holdin' weight in the dope state
Watch our bread and our team skyrocket
Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't stop
it
What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me
What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
45.Drop Ya Thangs
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Yo, I hit the party in my T-shirt and tennis shoes
They all watchin' in they Hot Boys and church suits
Actin' tough in the club, ain't gon' get you home
Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you domed
Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, this nigga happy
This nigga thank he, Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy
Goin' dumb with his bitch, so he don't like me
This ain't the South boy, we ain't crunk we go hyphy
You gotta know the rules, player let it go
You get to trippin' my nigga, you gotta hit the do'
Rollin' up this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to make a plan
Tuggin' on yo' main bitch hand, tryin' to make a friend
This time for escapade only make the tec a-spray
I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the Escalade
You got a problem, we ain't fightin' like a man
One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga
Drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Yo, Fig' never play with them guns, no you hear me
Fig' ain't shot nuttin' up but kill spirits
Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the losses
One-on-one fightin' for stripes with right crosses
Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head rush
Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let they lead bust
Used to chuck 'em by the corner sto' whoever win
Them was my O.G.'s and I was just a B.G.
But now we got them old niggaz, that bust with they tommy
But caught without they tommy, get rushed like salami
'Cause everybody tired of them R.I.P.'s
We 'bout to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to all our streets
Now, cowards wanna pack and killers wanna cruise and
Real niggaz stand alone, mayne and do what we do
I wanna bust you but homey, let me ask you
Why you wanna play with that gun and make me blast you
Moms all cryin' and shit, she gotta ask you
Drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Oh, boy, old friends like to make up and get cavi
Hell nah, she in the club wit'cho baby, daddy
She got the coat on, he bought you for yo' birthday
You kickin' back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way
Team on preem' like he hangin' out with 'Pac brother
And you a boss for not cuttin' him with the boxcutter
And it was cool 'til this chick really got to trippin'
Spittin' drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up pimpin'
Zoked out like fat boy, you can't breathe
Bounce back and grab that trick by her fuckin' weave
Bring her to the flo', teach her 'bout the get low
She gon' really know, mob her on the danceflo'
Drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Yeah, I gotta acknowledge them fo' carloads of HP niggaz
That came to Fillmoe for y'all, one-on-ones, mayne and y'all got
it, mayne
Niggaz put the guns down and after that nigga, it was real big
They get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga
To them three young Sunnydale niggaz
Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz, mayne
And all y'all wanted was one-on-ones and y'all got it nigga
Stripes for that
Drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box
Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun
Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun
46.Troublesome
Lyricist：Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Sean Miguel Thompson, Joseph Marcelle
Tom
Real gangstas 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
Real gangstas 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
Y'all niggaz see me when I 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 nuthin' 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
Real gangstas 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
Real gangstas 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
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 cup holder
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 corner'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
Real gangstas 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
Real gangstas 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
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 nuthin' to do a drive by 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
Real gangstas 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
Real gangstas 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
47.Im A Mobsta
Lyricist：Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
Yeah! What is it？ It's Young Menace and the Game
Stackin' chips, G-Unit, doublin' down on who？
Sacramenton's finest from Sac-Town to Compton, you dig？
Yo, yo, now ain't no tellin' what the Game'll do, listen dawg
I blow the guts out the dutch and do the same to you
And just to get shit crackin', I drop the toaster
Grab the Louis, go Sammy Sosa
And you ain't gotta know me to know that
I hop out a new pink Rolls
With the fifty-two, Pete Rose throwback
Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack
On the same corner where Eazy-E sold Coke at
And dawg, I'ma test your education
What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration？
I'm the nigga that'll smoke the purple, get high as a kite
Down half the Goose then choke your workers
Don't make me put two in your shirt, dawg, I put in the work
Then move bags like Doony ＆ Bert
And stuff work in the GMC 'cause on my block
I'm the King of Rock like Run-DMC, nigga
I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin' collar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars, I'll make you swallow my daughters
I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
I'm a mobster, I'm a mobster
I got a lot to say
Dawg, I gotta get paid that's why I rock the lle'
And chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day
I'll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away
Don't depend on tomorrow, you can get shot today
I'll spit acid on your turf and watch your block decay
Dawg, I spit on your grave and fertilize you too
I hit 'em hard with 16 bars, flames and fumes
Somebody needs to push your infant rap back in the womb
Go 'head and keep talkin' that shit and get your life consumed
I put a hole in your chest, dawg, the size of the moon
Yeah, you musta been talkin' how'd you get out that soon？
I got a chop that'll touch yo' head like Vidal Sassoon
You don't wanna see my platoon, I got gorillas and baboons
That won't hesitate, they gon' do what they have to
When there's beef on the streets, it's on for life like tattoos
I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin' collar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars, I'll make you swallow my daughters
I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
I'm a mobster, I'm a mobster
It don't matter what season, don't matter not a day
I move traffic through the city, plus, I keep the right of way
I'm on point like Bibby, I'm the leader of the team, mayne
Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings game
Everybody's fired up, I drop major packages
I'm never doin' bids because my game is so immaculate
The bitch try to snitch, 'I can't deny it' like Fabolous
Before the evidence gatherin', someone's in an ambulance
Now, that'll learn you to keep your big mouth shut
Those with big mouths, I got the perfect size nuts
Yeah, I do my dirt but I wash my hands thoroughly
Handle my business first so I can celebrate early
It's business before pleasure, my business brings me pleasure
It feels good to be able to shine in any type of weather
That's why I do what I gotta do so my money's lookin' tight
Whether I'm jukin' on the block or have bitches hookin' lights
y'know？
I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin' collar
I'm a mobster, Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars, I'll make you swallow my daughters
I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
I'm a mobster, I'm a mobster
48.Just Beggining(Where Im From)
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Sometimes I wonder
Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come up
Man, we strugglin', it's hard sometimes
But tomorrow's better than yesterday
I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction
Darker complexion made it hard to live
Dad, how you fathered your kids？
Stranded on the highway of life
Left us out to die, left us out to dry
Shh, I'm still hearin' my mother's cries, nigga
No father figures make harder niggaz
Through the years, went to war with niggaz
From what I saw in the picture
Now your son is bigger, thirteen, looks just like you
Mom said I would grow up and be just like you
From what you did to my sister, she disliked you
Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me, just like you
Gunnin' for riches, runnin', hoppin' project fences
Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits
And I'm far from finished, gamin' till my coffee diminish
Why pray for the after life when mines just beginnin', huh
Only son by our mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one
Every time I kissed one, I missed one, let me explain
Eight years before The Game, everything came with pain
Watch the fate of my family slain would never see good times
again
Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame
My father bear the same name as his father
My grandfather wouldn't believe, he pulled up our family tree
I can see him rollin' over in his coffin'
I'm left with often thoughts of how could you molest your
daughter
They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter
Man, you oughta be dead in a grave
But it wasn't my call, so instead you sat in a cage
High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound, six-five coward
Woulda been dead in an hour
Heard you were scared to take a shower, scared of the yard
Your end is near, you shoulda been scared of God, motherfucker
Lyricist：Scott Storch, Jayceon Taylor
Pull the rag off the 6 4
Hit the switch, show the whole world how it go
The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone
The D's is chrome, the frame is black
So watch it lift up 'til the lowrider bounce and break
And knock both of the screws out the license plate
So let the games begin
These other rappers so far behind me, they could taste my rims
Let the whole turn as the Dayton spin
It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem
'In Da Club', poppin' ＊＊＊ like M＆M's
Call it 'Dre Day', we celebratin', ＊＊＊ bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round
And put that cheap ＊＊＊ Hypnotiq down
Put your Cris' up if you feel the same way
Who got a mill switches？ Everybody
If I could fit the whole hood in the club
Hop in the lowrider, long as it got speakers in the back
I turn into a strip club
Call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that ＊＊＊
If I can fit the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my hits, me on that West Coast tip
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up everythin' in a bag, get a ＊＊＊, call it Aftermath
Somebody tell me where the drinks at, where the freaks at？
You lovin' on the first night？ Meet me in the back
I got a pound of sticky and a gang of ＊＊＊
Move ＊＊＊, you know who they came to see？
The protégé of the D R E
Take a picture with him and you gotta touch me
Then you gotta touch Busta, can't touch Eve
Got somethin' on my waist, say 'You can't touch Eve'
That's my gangsta chick and like Crips and Bloods
We in the club on some gangsta tip
So homie, twist up, light another dub
Everybody high, ain't nobody fightin' in the club
'Ain't Nuthin' But A G Thang', baby, it's a G thang
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your G-string
I'm with a different chick seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat
If I could fit the whole hood in the club
Hop in the lowrider, long as it got speakers in the back
I turn into a strip club
Call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that ＊＊＊
If I can fit the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my hits, me on that West Coast tip
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up everythin' in a bag, get a ＊＊＊, call it Aftermath
They thought I wasn't comin' back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same cherry 6 4 with the red rag top down
I'm The Game, homie, call your girl
She ain't home, she with Game, homie
Remember that, Dre？ You passed me the torch
I lit the ＊＊＊ with it, now the world is my ashtray
Ridin' three-wheel motion 'til the ＊＊＊ scrapes
Turn Sunset into a Daytona drag race
Now watch it bounce, hit the switch
Let it bounce 'til the police shut the strip down
When you hit the club, tell 'em you came with me
We gon' twist up in the V.I.P.
It's a new day and if you ever knew Dre
Then homie, you would say I was the new Dre
Same Impala, different strokes
Same ＊＊＊, just a different smoke
If I could fit the whole hood in the club
Hop in the lowrider, long as it got speakers in the back
I turn into a strip club
Call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that ＊＊＊
If I can fit the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my hits, me on that West Coast tip
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up everythin' in a bag, get a ＊＊＊, call it Aftermath
Lyricist：Kasseem Dean, Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Yeah, y'all really want this to happen？
Game time, c'mon
Homey, it's hard not to kill niggaz, it's like a full time job
Not to pull out the steel and shove it in your grill
Young California got that mass appeal
I summons the hood, they get up in your ass for real
Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real
And all you niggaz pussy, need Massengill
See I'm the gun cocker, one shot'll lift 'em off the ground
Chop 'em down like a cantaloupe, my flow the antidote
Sick flow, it's so motherfuckin' 6 4
Your bitch know, hop in the back when you see Swizz, hoe
Diss that, all you niggaz get up off my dick, so
I can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow
Cocaine, my flow fire, call it propane
Every nigga know Game, five shots, no pain
And that's the reason why I'm shittin' on you niggaz
Shut me in the loony bin, I'm sicker than you niggaz
This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
Where I'm from, I seen the most stand up niggaz lay down
Where skinny niggaz make buff niggaz victims of that trey-pound
And gangbangers is the sharpshooters, we don't need no rooftops
Just knock his ass down and take the money out his tube socks
West Coast niggaz is back on the map
If only for now until the next time I body a track
From the first clap I hurt rap, now watch the earth crack
Bring the hearse back and take a lyrical dirt nap
I roll with the hardest niggaz, make money with the smartest
niggaz
I ain't got time for you fuckin' artist niggaz
Better shut your trap before you become a target, nigga
Y'all army brats, I'm the motherfuckin' sergeant, nigga
Beauty pageant-ass niggaz on the runway
'Boyz N The Hood' 'til they see the nigga in that red Hyundai
Blow his fuckin' back out 'cause I'm the rap Stackhouse
Black Wall Street, bitch, the hip hop crack house, what？
This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
My flow opposite of handsome, it's ugly
Hip hop tantrum, sick, call the shit cancer
One man show 'cause I fucked all the dancers
Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer
These niggaz let the rumors sit in they head like tumors
So I had to take 'em back, toothbrush on the Pumas
Clean, mean, rappin' machine
Red rag hangin' low in the back of my jeans
I black out like February, back out what's necessary
0 7 Bugatti with Jimmy Lovine's secretary
I'm runnin' the buildin', don't make me run in the buildin'
No, this ain't the first time I had my gun in the buildin'
Walkin' past offices, I see my son in the buildin'
Last album on the wall, I'm number one in the buildin'
They should build me an office up under the buildin'
My elevator goin' down, I am done in the buildin', nigga
This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
We in the motherfuckin' buildin', man
You ain't got your motherfuckin' mind right？
You gon' get your mind blown out
Your motherfuckin' mind right nigga, wassup？
It is what the fuck it is, man
How y'all wanna cut the cake？
You touch this, you get your hands cut off, nigga
Swizz Beatz, the motherfuckin' monster
Game is in the motherfuckin' buildin'
We could turn this whole motherfuckin' world red, nigga
51.When Shit Get Thick
Lyricist：Sean Montel Smith, Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
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
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
No garbage we smoke molta, move big cocoa
We off the train tracks like the great space coaster
We hit real big and consistent like Sam Sosa
Prepare for war like United States soldiers
Lock tight and rock right like gray 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, fuck it the whole bottle
And watch me act bad and take off, full throttle
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
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 ice holder 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
52.Compton 2 Fillmore
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Sean Miguel Thompson, Joseph Tom
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles
They can't cop what the bricks'll cost
But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss
Leather gloves with the tips to toss
But the money was made from conversation had to clip the boss
Smash down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the price to pay
'Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin' like a ice capade
Got the feds lookin' twice this way
'Cause we shuffle the P's in different places that the
Compton to Fillmoe man the game is real
When you turn 15 get your stainless steel
Whole squad been trained to kill, we official
And switch to get rich now we after the meals
Hard times got cakes for 3
When it's havin' a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee
nigga
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles
I got guns, guns, guns, guns, guns all over the club
We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby Womack
Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't want beef with me
'Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin' shit but the sheets
is free
And ain't nuttin' to shoot the club up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on chill
And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill Will
Relax your mind and let your drawers feel free
You're now rollin' to the sound of the Game and JT
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles
But you can't come with the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my
ends
Make rounds from the back of the Benz
bend
The things we go through I'm beatin' ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game
While they knockin' on the do' I get deep in ya dame
Gotta charge you a G just for speakin' my name
I'm not eatin' your chocha or payin' for the coach ma
I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma
6 in the mornin', you stretchin' on the sofa
Singin', 'Ain't No Nigga' like Foxy Brown and Hova
I fuck 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know what it is, the gangster's back
And I keep my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm ghetto
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In L.A. they havin' problems, the Bay we pop collars
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows
Compton to Fillmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles
53.Born And Raised In Compton(Raised As A G)
Lyricist：Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
Aight
Now, everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same
A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack, Compton
Yeah, that's the name of my hometown
I'm goin' down in the town where my name is all around
And niggaz just be hatin' and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doin' nuttin' but claimin' my city
See my lyrics are double or nothin' provin' to suckers I can
throw 'em
Pass the natural ten to four and six-eight before I go
Not really into freestylin' or tryin' to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-fo', so
And that's how I'm livin', I do as I please B
A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody knows that you gotta be stompin'
If you're born and raised in Compton
Born and raised, born and raised
Born and raised, born and raised
Born and raised in Compton
Born and raised, born and raised
Born and raised, born and raised
Born and raised in Compton
Now, Compton is a place, where all my niggaz chill, dog
'Til I found out the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago, somebody musta wanted me to die
'Cause they kicked in the door and gave the young kid five
They musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
'Cause I lived through fo' five six holes
But I ain't goin' out like no fagot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down
So, here's the burner in your face, motherfucker, silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're duckin' cause you can't stop
A Y.G. gangsta 'cause I'm true to my game
You're lame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same
'Cause a nigga like the Game is takin' over
I really don't think I should have to explain
Oh yeah, I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin' no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the CPT style written across my chest
A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin' to impress
My name is Young Game, so you can fuck, the rest
I'm comin' like this and I'm comin' directly
'Cause niggaz gettin' all stirred up, I'm doin' damage quite
effectively
Rhymin' is a battle zone and niggaz can't win
'Cause I'm a gangsta from the C O M P T O N
Lyricist：Nathaniel Hale, Scott Storch, Jayceon Taylor
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like your hood
Where ＊＊＊ don't know good
Or know Suge, but the ＊＊＊ 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 '80s
So that mean, me, Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy, all ＊＊＊ babies
And it's evident my flow is heaven sent
First LP on the same shelf as the veterans
I can't be ＊＊＊ like a ＊＊＊
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 ＊＊＊ used to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a ＊＊＊
On fire like a ＊＊＊ that let it drip for a month
I'm a ＊＊＊ you can ＊＊＊ if you want, just let it bump
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man, ＊＊＊ in the trunk man
＊＊＊ in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many ＊＊＊ in the world not to ＊＊＊
Too much ＊＊＊ in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as ＊＊＊ but who cares？
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this 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, ＊＊＊ it, it can go down
＊＊＊ I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo' pounds
＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊ me again
Put my head on the ＊＊＊, dare a ＊＊＊＊
I'm gangsta, took more ＊＊＊ than Tookie
I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California ＊＊＊ and keep watchin' the movie
Inspired by this ＊＊＊ since I was two
I brought the West Coast back, what the ＊＊＊ you do？
I'm the ice cream truck man, ＊＊＊ in the trunk man
＊＊＊ in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many ＊＊＊ in the world not to ＊＊＊
Too much ＊＊＊ in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as ＊＊＊ but who cares？
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this 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 ＊＊＊ windows down, let the bass out
＊＊＊ drop the top on whatever in
＊＊＊ let your ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the ＊＊＊ blow out dollar signs
＊＊＊ you could 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 ＊＊＊ under my hood
So if I die, ＊＊＊ bury me under my hood
Who had the hottest ＊＊＊ 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, ＊＊＊ look at his fate
I cannot, will not ever be replaced
'Coz I'm the ice cream truck man, ＊＊＊ in the trunk man
＊＊＊ in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many ＊＊＊ in the world not to ＊＊＊
Too much ＊＊＊ in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as ＊＊＊ but who cares？
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this game
He wolfin' a lot of ＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊ in here
55.Cali Boyz
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
This is my home feel me
Y'all must think it's all chips and championships in L.A.
I got niggaz from San Diego all the way to the Bay
E-40, Dre, Tash, Ras Kass, Quik, Cube, Kurupt, and Daz
Big Snoop, Xzibit, Nate Dogg, and Ren
Too $hort, B-Legit, the Click, and Mack 10
Big Solo, Kam, CJ Mack, and WC
Jayo Felony, Suge Knight, The Outlawz, and Warren G
Knoc'Turnal, Bad Azz, Goldie Loc, and tray dee
Short Khop, Big Face, MC Eiht, and Shock G
Ant Banks, Richie Rich, Eastwood, and Suga free
Bigga Figga, B-Real, Cypress Hill, and Ice-T
Rick Rock, C-Bo, Battlecat, and Crooked I
Yukmouth, Sean T, Kokane, and Big Wy
San Quan, Second II None, and Soopafly
King T, Rappin 4-Tay, and All From The I
Dru Down, E-Swift, Baco, and Technique
Mac Mall, Dazi bitch, Shaq and D.O.C.
Chico and Coolwadda, Tyrese and KD
Mailman, RBX, Shade Sheist, and Wy V
C ＆ W, Chill, Hittman, and Hi-C
DJ Yella, I Flow, The Ganders, and Double D
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E, The Farock, AMG
Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy
All my fallen soldiers rest in peace
Along wit 2Pac, Mausberg and Eazy-E
Essays, Bloods, Crips and all the thugs
And all my killa cali niggaz stay given it up uh
Yeah if I left you out man holla at me
My bad it's all love
Lyricist：Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, David Drew, Jayceon Taylor
J ＊＊＊, what we do, what we do？
Look, ＊＊＊, listen
You got them funny ＊＊＊ colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ＊＊＊, you better shake it off
What？ Sh-sh-shake it off or get ＊＊＊ on
Gettin' my ＊＊＊ on, red strings on
Louis Vuitton kicks, Louis Vuitton frames on
Louis Vuitton belt holdin' the ＊＊＊
You know who I am, ＊＊＊ I'm Mr. Westside
This West West or nothin', get your ＊＊＊ get your flag
Gangstas, we love to sag, we ＊＊＊ it back and ＊＊＊
Like booyaka booyaka, we lay the party down
G-G-Game, Dogg Pound, everybody get down
Look, ＊＊＊ I nurture and breed
I ain't never gave a ＊＊＊ about a ＊＊＊ needs
And ＊＊＊ try to invade our town
I'ma lay 'em down, spray the ＊＊＊ and get out
Say goodbye to the '64, hello to the '6-trey
He ain't never seen hydraulics, look at his ＊＊＊ face
Up, down, now watch my ＊＊＊ scrape
Daz call Snoop, I'ma ＊＊＊ walk to get Dre
And ＊＊＊ bounce back, heat on the track
Dribble ＊＊＊ like Wade and bounce like Shaq
Throw a ＊＊＊ in the pot and watch it bounce right back
Like that, like that？ Like that
You got them funny ＊＊＊ colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ＊＊＊, you better shake it off
What？ Sh-sh-shake it off or get ＊＊＊ on
We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic
When I did it, I must admit it, so ＊＊＊ go and rep it
Lil' homies around here constantly on smash mode
Lil' ＊＊＊ with ＊＊＊ that blowin' out your ＊＊＊
How we give it, the culture that we live in
Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison
Real ＊＊＊ for life, the roots of the G tree
N.W.A., Dr. D R E
We not S T A R's, we don't put stars in our shoes
＊＊＊ we put the whole car on the shoes
You don't wanna see my car on the news
I'll 'Set It Off' like Queen Latifah, red beam on the ＊＊＊
Chippin' in traffic, dippin' the classic
Dippin' to classics, whoopin' that ＊＊＊
It's hood, ＊＊＊ ready to get it, your ＊＊＊ can get it
'Cause I know she'll ＊＊＊ in less than a minute
Cuz, I'ma have to show him where the house at
Two milli ＊＊＊ situational attack
In the back with a sack, Cadillac all black
Like this and like that
Bang, broken like glass and plastic
Out on him with the mask and plastic
We got access to massive ＊＊＊
Purchased last week, DPG, C
You got them funny ＊＊＊ colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ＊＊＊, you better shake it off
What？ Sh-sh-shake it off or get ＊＊＊ on
Here come them outta town ＊＊＊ what up, ＊＊＊？
What up, cuz？ They don't even know what 2Pac first album was
Should I tell 'em, ＊＊＊？ Nah, ＊＊＊ 'em, loc
Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes
Dash, brake, bounce and scrape
Run up on the '64, see the ＊＊＊
＊＊＊ like Eazy, ＊＊＊ like Dre
＊＊＊ like Snoop, ＊＊＊ in L.A.
＊＊＊ like ＊＊＊
From now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoodie, get stripped in the club
Like a ＊＊＊ in the club, watch him strip in the club
You like ice creams？ Get a banana split in the club
No jewelry, you can't wear ＊＊＊ in the club
And that go for every ＊＊＊ in the club
So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club
Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs, remember that
You got them funny ＊＊＊ colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ＊＊＊, you better shake it off
What？ Sh-sh-shake it off or get ＊＊＊ on
57.When ＊＊＊＊ Get Thick
Lyricist：Sean Montel Smith, Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
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
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
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 fuck it the whole bottle
And watch me act bad and take off, full throttle
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
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 wide body 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 Fillmore streets to CPT
58.Drama Is Real
Lyricist：Quincy Bailey, Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Drama is real, like not wakin' up
Breakin' up grounds when this patriot thrust
Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden
For you to handle your business, you are more than driven
Drama is real, like not wakin' up
Breakin' up grounds when this patriot thrust
Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden
For you to handle your business, you are more than driven
Drama is real, like not wakin' up
Breakin' up grounds when this patriot thrust
Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden
For you to handle your business, you are more than driven
If you kill it, no more standin' on that corner like a stop sign
Every time you spotted, they call it shot time
Not at the gym but in the grim reaper's hands
You important if a bullet hits, injured your plans
This is not an adventure, but a full time duty
If you seen how niggaz hit the club, they pullin' out Uzis
Sometimes bruisin' and grazin', mostly takin'
No more sleep for the shooter, no more of hangin'
No mo' trustin' hoes, you ain't known fo' ten plus
No mo' smokin' with the homies, no mo' late night clubs
'Cuz the victim, is ready to stick him like a mousetrap
I'm 'bout to rap, you better be 'bout peepin' out cash
This is blood on my Nikes solid, murdered a nigga
The stash spot smokin', I done, murdered a nigga
San Quinn, got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggaz
We take this beef shit further than niggaz
Streets are shady, they got curtains for niggaz
All of a sudden ass killers, never heard of these niggaz
Have your whole family cryin' a river, we'll murder you niggaz
We take this beef shit personal nigga
I ain't met a nigga, yet could fuck with this rap vet
I'm the realest since I came in the game on Kam back
Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that
Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that
Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me
Four fifty, put somethin' through your son, Easter basket
Six in your truck, get you each a casket
Put termites in your box, let 'em eat your cabbage
A wife right here, see if she can weave through traffic
Everybody gotta die, when the beef is active
If you know Game, you know I'll never give free passes
But I give choices, how you want it, metal or plastic
Life is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tail
Cops on the payroll, show me and Quinn live well
And I can still get a nigga the hill, your bitch as well
Shotgun got mo' punks than shells
This is blood on my Nikes solid, murdered a nigga
The stash spot smokin', I done, murdered a nigga
San Quinn, got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggaz
We take this beef shit further than niggaz
Streets are shady, they got curtains for niggaz
All of a sudden ass killers, never heard of these niggaz
Have your whole family cryin' a river, we'll murder you niggaz
We take this beef shit personal nigga
I see the Escalade, got 'em runnin' downhill, snowball niggaz
We throw vapors out of truck windows, blow our figures
Suede corners out the sunroof, the fifth or the Ruger
Broad daylight, blow the windows out of your Cougar
Move in the S5, plus five, leather dust fly
Spark up a dutch, Game, put niggaz in a coffin, too much
Turn niggaz kids into orphans, too much, in God we trust, nah
Keep the fifth close like Starsky and Hutch
Your daughter cryin', it's just tuck, but so what
Blow the dutch, southpaw bust out your whole fronts
Have you eatin' soup for months, broken jaw, lick your shit out
of straws
I guess I got that same ol' harm
I ain't for play, this Game is raw
Specialize in death jackets, here, try these bullets on
And next time have all my cheese, 'cuz if you owe
Specialize in death jackets, here try these bullets on
And next time have all my cheese, 'cuz if you owe
Specialize in death jackets, here, try these bullets on
And next time have all my cheese, 'cuz if you owe me
Guns O U T, we all gon' squeeze
This is blood on my Nike's solid, murdered a nigga
The stash spot smokin', I done, murdered a nigga
San Quinn, got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggaz
We take this beef shit further than niggaz
Streets are shady, they got curtains for niggaz
All of a sudden ass killers, never heard of these niggaz
Have your whole family cryin' a river, we'll murder you niggaz
We take this beef shit personal nigga
59.Compton Compton
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Gangsta gangsta yeah
Shit I'm livin' gangsta gangsta shit, yeah
I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold
And them niggaz sellin' the work ain't half as old
as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin' since the 60's
Everybody yellin' gimme, gimme
Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with me
Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale
And I give you a dope track like my name Pharell
And you can get that stainless steel
Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real
When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring
And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine
Keep a Mac on the block, I ain't talkin' 'bout Beans
QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens
The boys in the hood is always hard
So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar
I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hell
And you can come get a bird for eleven
And we ain't got a penny for the reverend, a dime for a witness
Only church's in the hood sell chicken
Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses
You fuckin' with the Hub City Hustler
The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home
So I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone
Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome
And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone
And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home
Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up
In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena
Where 14 year olds pack ninas and drive Beamers
We ball up subpoenas, take niggaz to the cleaners
And you know what I'm talkin' about if y'all seen where
I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
We drug dealin', but niggaz is squealin' fuck you rats
What more can I say, just kill 'em
Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood
Now is this understood？
We drug dealin', but niggaz is squealin' fuck you rats
What more can I say, just kill 'em
Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood
Now is this understood？
I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin' the hood
Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood
Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone
Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
Some niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we do
And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQ
The block will heat and sink you hey dude
Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude
Lose your life tryin' to get these jewels
I keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2
I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel
Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
60.Real Gangstaz
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Real, 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
Real niggaz 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
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, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine
Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no, no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is
twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine
Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through
And ain't no, no denyin' that them big, big motherfuckers is
twenty-five
Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O
Two 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 nothin' but a gangsta party
Ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' 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
Real, 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
Real, real niggaz 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
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
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
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-ten's when I'm rollin', one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cup holder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the game
Let's say the 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
A-one 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
Real, 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
Real niggaz 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
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 drive by in the hood
We ain't even got survival, but I'm a 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
Real, 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
Real, real niggaz 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
61.Neighborhood Supa Starz
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5
Whatever way dog, the Game get live
Keepin' it gangsta in a P.D. city velour
Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four
The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere and I ain't talkin' 'bout a concert dog
Talkin' 'bout ten niggaz in Converse dog
Get it crackin' like we out in the yard, and the warden's
watchin'
Only difference is the whores is watchin'
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like
Get it crackin' like we out in the yard and the warden's
watchin'
Only difference is the whores is watchin'
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four, roll up one
Get it crackin' like we out in the yard and the warden's
watchin'
Only difference is the whores is watchin'
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangsta bay-bee, from the CPT
Run with the Pound like I'm from DPG
If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin' rocky
The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in' my shoes
AD jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels
In my neighborhood I'm young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake
So cover my face and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang
Crews buzz when you speakin' my name, 'cause I'm deep in the
game
With top cool thangs and million dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high
Now we soarin' through the spacious skies
Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride, the handle was up
Switchin' gears with the pedal and ride
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I'm a shinin' star
And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze
Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so
Please believe that I keep two G's in my jeans
Two gats in my sleeve, two rats in my Beam
X-5, mami let's ride
Weave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-Stuy
It's the kid from the far Westa, oh, shit
He know how to do more than flip pies
Get money like them stick up guys
Them 'Ocean 11' licks got the young kid rich for life
And I talkin' 'bout a movie or George Clooney
I'm talkin' 'bout, runnin' in
Your spots with Uzis tucked in the Coogi
Dude me？ Naw truly, might lose your lives
They say I've, got 2K2 covered like A.I.
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
Lyricist：Marsha Ambrosius, Paul Ambrosius, Nasir Jones, Norbert
Sloley, J Smith, Jayceon Taylor
I'm, I'm with you
I'm, I'm with you
To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game？
So tell me why you hate the game？
Y'all know what it is
The streets named me Illmatic
But yet, I'm still at it, yeah haters
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
＊＊＊, my anthology on perfection
Dress superb, admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't ＊＊＊ enough to ＊＊＊ me up
Child of the '80s, y'all ＊＊＊ is lazy
Complainin' 'bout labor pains, ＊＊＊, show me the baby
And my ＊＊＊ Game, light another ＊＊＊, pass the bottle
Pro-black, I don't pick cotton out aspirin bottle
Yeah, I learned my lessons and heard y'all snitchin'
Witnessin' you rockin wit Narcs, confirmed my suspicion
Green fatigues on, my ＊＊＊, I'll bleed for 'em
I can show 'em the water but can't make 'em drink it
And I can show them my fortunes but can't force 'em to think
rich
And still I wanna board 'em
Wonderin' if they sink quick
Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge
And pray the Feds let Murder Inc. live
To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game？
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game？
I don't talk about my ＊＊＊ I Just Blaze
Oh, this time, I do it better just because
'Pac is watchin', B.I.G. is listenin'
While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin'
To every ＊＊＊ listenin', I was supposed to be
Amongst kings, my mom shouted out at my christenin'
And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a manhole
And Cam got ＊＊＊ inside his Lambo, it's ample
Life is a gamble, 15 years old, red rag around my head
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
＊＊＊ Wit a 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 a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ＊＊＊ at Summer Jam but New York was down wit it
Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds wit it
Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga
To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game？
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game？
Oh, this time, I do it better just because
Check it, me and Nasty ＊＊＊ it's a classic, trust me
How he gon' pass the ＊＊＊ to them ＊＊＊ that don't love me
I'm talkin' ＊＊＊ that never wanted to see me on top
Same ＊＊＊ that never wanted to see 'The Doctor's Advocate' drop
Flop, I think not, I ＊＊＊ you rap ＊＊＊ like virgins
Dre took my trainin' wheels off, it's curtains
I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers
The Game ain't over, this the beginnin' of my career
The endin' of yours, the endin' of his
Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz
＊＊＊ 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 ＊＊＊ 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 ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac
And we just eatin' off rap, one love
To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow
Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game？
Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because
So tell me why you hate the game？
Oh, this time, I do it better just because
It ain't over, ladies and gentleman
I go by the name of the one and only, Just Blaze
I got a couple people in the house with me
Usually we do this at the beginning
But we gon' do it at the end this time
I wanna take you to church real quick
So I'ma need some help, I need some people up
I need 1500 or nothin' up here wit me
The wonderfully talented Marsha Ambrosia's from Floetry
Ah, yeah there we go
The sun is shinin' down on us right now
We feelin' real good, we know y'all do too
So if you feelin' good, sing along, clap along, stomp along
Catch a lil' Holy Ghost
And if you ain't feelin' good, God willin'
By the end of this record, He gon' change all that
Ayo, Lorenz, you ready？ There it is, pass me them drumsticks
Alright everybody, please join in
Your life ain't good, you can get it right
Take this opportunity to do so
And I'ma let it do what it do
Rest in peace to Georgia Elliott, here we go
And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
I wanna thank everybody for comin' out
God bless, one love, good night
Or good day if you on the other side of the globe
Yo, Just, we on the move with this ＊＊＊, 'Doctor's Advocate'
See you on the third album, hate it or love it
And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
And the sun shines with you
...
Lyricist：Nathaniel Hale, Scott Storch, Jayceon Taylor
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 '80s
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
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
You look like you mad as fuck but who cares？
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this 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' pounds
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
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
You look like you mad as fuck but who cares？
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this 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 could 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 4 5 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 fate
I cannot, will not ever be replaced
'Coz I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
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
You look like you mad as fuck but who cares？
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this game
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
Lyricist：Marilyn Mcleod, Pam Sawyer, Jayceon Taylor, Kanye West
For you, baby, I'd find you
For you, baby, I'd find you
For you, baby, I'd find you
For you, baby, I'd find you
I done been around the world, been around the block
Been around ＊＊＊ that ＊＊＊ Biggie and 'Pac
Like Rita Guerrero, ＊＊＊ took her to the top
She'll give you some brains, you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some ＊＊＊
Picture that like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype said it's a wrap, she still on the set
Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez
She was 'Eye Candy' in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell
I knew she wouldn't get far 'cause five hundred dollars
Can't get you that far, how you get that far？
And all these new video ＊＊＊ tryin' to be Melissa Ford
But they don't know Melissa Ford drive a Honda Accord
She a video vixen but behind closed doors
She'd do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards
You wouldn't get far ＊＊＊ them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up, ladies
You wouldn't get far if you kept your legs closed
It would be best to wait your turn but you know
You wouldn't get far ＊＊＊ them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
For you and you, for all y'all
Pop quiz, how many topless black foxes
Did I have under my belt like boxers？
Not to brag but if it add up
One, two, ＊＊＊ that's mad nuts
Game, you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
＊＊＊ knowin' damn well they gon' call me？
The only dream of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a ＊＊＊ from my team
Head so good, he don't ask for a prenup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't CEO？
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo？
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo？
Well why the hell you think these ＊＊＊ comin' at me fo'？
But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio, yo
You wouldn't get far ＊＊＊ them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up, baby
You wouldn't get far if you kept your mouth closed
It would be best to wait your turn but you know
You wouldn't get far ＊＊＊ them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
For you and you, for all y'all
I done had my share of ＊＊＊ with long hair
Short do like Kalissa, Halle in 'Boomerang', yeah
I been around the block in the Bentley drop top
In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was ＊＊＊ with Scott
I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case
She'll let you ＊＊＊ as long as she Bathing Apes
And ain't nobody tryin' to take Beyonce from Jay
But I know a ＊＊＊ named Superhead he ＊＊＊ back in the day
The things ＊＊＊ do when ＊＊＊ sittin' on they face
Stabbed Un in the stomach
She must have had a ＊＊＊ like Wonder Woman on that superhero ＊＊＊
Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six fo'
Impala, forget the double D's
I put 'em right in your face like that model ＊＊＊ Takara
And she ain't win the show but she ridin' in that Galata
That's why I ＊＊＊ 'em today and then forget 'em tomorrow
You wouldn't get far ＊＊＊ them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up, ladies
You wouldn't get far if you kept your legs closed
It would be best to wait your turn but you know
You wouldn't get far ＊＊＊ them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
For you, and you, for all y'all
Y'knahmsayin'？
I'm sittin' back watchin' Kanye video
And I see the same ＊＊＊
That was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video
Then I flip the muh＊＊＊ channel
Checkin' out my uncle Snoop Dogg video
And I see the same ＊＊＊ that was in my video
Y'knowhatI'msayin'？
And then, y'knahmsayin', to make that even mo' ＊＊＊
I'm watchin' Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina
I see the same ＊＊＊ on Oprah
Floatin' away on the hood of a Camry
That was in the ＊＊＊ Lil Weezy video
I mean damn, everywhere I look
Everywhere I go, I see the same ＊＊＊
Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real, yeah
65.Anything You Ask For
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right
I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
If the Navy outside, I might be there
Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs
Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare
You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear
And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head
And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead
Then I'm goin' goin', back back
To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop
Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns
'Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots
I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The LOX
Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells
In case niggaz want drama in hell
Yeah, so when Compton niggaz and Fillmoe niggaz get together
Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya nigga Fig'
Doin' it big and don't wanna split yo' wig
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game
I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny
Kravitz
I'm in the streets where they goin' savage
One, two, we dance on the rooftop
Let the Coupe ghost ride then we come to two stops
Figga eight'n by the corner sto'
Niggarali from killer Cali you gotta let 'em know
Yeahh, ya hit me on my Sidekick
Inventory pilin' up, niggaz tryin' to buy shit
They got me diggin in my files
Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big sounds
Jumpin' on a plane, jumpin' out a taxi cab
Stackin' up this fettucini now these niggaz hella mad
Fuck that nigga, he got another album on the board？
Damn right, another album on the board
Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali don't play
I represent the whole Bay every motherfuckin' day
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo', fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo', niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game
Count rubber band grands
I'm out big on the under, with my fam bam
And I, hover the lands
To expand, I'm from the gutter grime and the sand
No jams the flam's all busted
The dames want the bucks when, they see you stuffed in
Your pockets, 'til they get them some
But testin' my pocket, only gets you none
'Cause I, got a pimp mentality
The scrubs wanna eat shrimp and get my salary
They ain't knowin' I'm tight laced in my shoestrings
Hate the way I'm flowin' on the mic 'cause I do gleam
All types of baguettes and bezels
We shine like life's {unverified} rebels
2005, me and my crew just pile the pots
Move like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch
D.J. Nesha
66.The Streetz Of Compton
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
G-Man Stan, yeah, mayne
I see you done put together one of them tracks mayne
Let me get on down here to the C P T
Better known as Compton mayne
Get my young homey The Game, y'knahmean？
Young nigga up outta Compton mayne, y'knahmsayin'？
This 2002, we gon' see what it do mayne
Y'knahmean？ Yarra
Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same
A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
'Cuz it's the home of the jackers and the crack
(Compton)
Yeah, that's the name of my hometown
I'm goin' down in the town where my name is all around
A nigga just be hatin' and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doin' nuttin' but claimin' my city
Where they actin' a fool and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton
Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton
See my lyrics are double or nothin' provin' to suckers
I can throw 'em
Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before I go
Not really into freestylin' or tryin' to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-fo', so
That's how I'm livin', I do as I please B
A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody know, that you gotta be stompin'
If you're born and raised in Compton
Where they actin' a fool and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton
Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton
Now Compton is a place, where all my niggaz chill dog
'Til I found out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago, somebody musta wanted me to die
'Cuz they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five
They musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
'Cuz I lived through fo' five six holes
But I ain't goin' out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down
So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're duckin' 'cuz you can't stop a Y.G.
Gangsta, 'cuz I'm true to my game
You're lame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same
'Cuz a nigga like the Game is takin' over
I really don't think I should have to explain
Oh yeah, I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin' no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest
A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin' to impress
My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm comin' like this and I'm comin' directly
'Cuz niggaz gettin' all stirred up, I'm doin' damage quite
effectively
Rhymin' is a battlezone and niggaz can't win
'Cuz I'm a gangsta from the C O M P T O N
Where they actin' a fool, and they carry the tool
Them sick dudes in the streets of Compton
Where I found The Game, he was stackin' his change
To maintain in the streets of Compton
Took a trip to the Sco, got low for the dough
In Fillmoe from the streets of Compton
Now we stackin' the bread, never run from the feds
They shed treads in the streets of Compton
67.Money Over Bitch's
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right
I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
If the Navi outside, I might be there
Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey airs
Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare
You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece and gear
And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head
And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead
Then I'm goin', goin', back, back
To the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop
Niggaz know I'm good with the glock, they call me Chick Hearns
'Cause if the game on knot, I'm callin the shots
I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The L.O.X.
Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die, bury me with the glock and a bucket of shells
In case niggaz want drama in hell
Yeah, so when Compton niggaz
And Fillmoe niggaz get together
Shit happens mayne, real talk from ya nigga Fig'
Doin' it big and don't wanna split yo' wig
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'？ Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ？ Niggaz tried to play me, man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'？ Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ？ Niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game
I be the boy with the most cabbage, pluck strings like I'm Lenny
Kravitz
I'm in the streets where they goin' savage
One, two, so we dance on the rooftop
Let the Coupe ghost ride then we come to two stops
Figga eight an' by the corner sto'
Niggarali from killer Cali, you gotta let 'em know
Yeah, ya hit me on my Sidekick
Inventory pilin' up, niggaz tryin' to buy shit
They got me diggin' in my files
Pro Tools, ADAT tapes and big sounds
Jumpin' on a plane, jumpin' out a taxi cab
Stackin' up this fettucini now these niggaz hella mad
Fuck that nigga, he got another album on the board？
Damn right, another album on the board
Fuck the bullshit, the Figgarali don't play
I represent the whole Bay every motherfuckin' day
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'？ Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ？ Niggaz tried to play me, man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'？ Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ？ Niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game
Count rubber band grands
I'm out big on the under with my fam bam
And I hover the lands
To expand, I'm from the gutter grime and the sand
No jams the flam's all busted
The dames want the bucks when they see you stuffed in
Your pockets, 'til they get them some
But testin' my pocket, only gets you none
'Cause I got a pimp mentality
The scrubs wanna eat shrimp and get my salary
They ain't knowin' I'm tight laced in my shoestrings
Hate the way I'm flowin' on the mic 'cause I do gleam
All types of baguettes and bezels
2005, me and my crew just pile the pots
Move like the ice loose, pimp these thangs to watch
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'？ Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ？ Niggaz tried to play me, man
Anything you ask fo', all about this Bay game
I'll give you anything you ask fo', money over bitches
Tell me what'chu blast fo'？ Fuck around with snitches
What you had to smash fo' ？ Niggaz tried to play me man
Anything you ask fo', representin' Bay game
Lyricist：Kasseem Dean, Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Homey, it's hard not to kill ＊＊＊ it's like a full time job
Not to pull out the ＊＊＊ and shove it in your grill
Young California got that mass appeal
I summons the hood, they get up in your ＊＊＊ for real
Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real
And all you ＊＊＊ need Massengill
See I'm the ＊＊＊, one shot'll lift 'em off the ground
Chop 'em down like a cantaloupe, my flow the antidote
Sick flow, it's so ＊＊＊ 6 4
Your ＊＊＊ know, hop in the back when you see Swizz
Diss that, all you ＊＊＊ get up off my ＊＊＊ so
I can cook ＊＊＊ on the track and watch it mix slow
＊＊＊ my flow fire, call it propane
Every ＊＊＊ know Game, five ＊＊＊ no pain
And that's the reason why I'm ＊＊＊ on you ＊＊＊
Shut me in the loony bin, I'm sicker than you ＊＊＊
This is that disrespectful, ＊＊＊ West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
This is that disrespectful, ＊＊＊ West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
Where I'm from, I seen the most stand up ＊＊＊ lay down
Where skinny ＊＊＊ make buff ＊＊＊ victims of that ＊＊＊ pound
And ＊＊＊ is the sharp ＊＊＊, we don't need no rooftops
Just knock his ＊＊＊ down and take the money out his tube socks
West Coast ＊＊＊ is back on the map
If only for now until the next time I ＊＊＊ a track
From the first clap I hurt rap, now watch the earth crack
Bring the hearse back and take a lyrical dirt nap
I roll with the hardest ＊＊＊ make money with the smartest ＊＊＊
I ain't got time for you ＊＊＊ artist ＊＊＊
Better shut your trap before you become a target
Y'all army brats, I'm the ＊＊＊ sergeant
Beauty pageant ＊＊＊ on the runway
'Boyz N The Hood' 'til they see the ＊＊＊ in that red Hyundai
Blow his ＊＊＊ back out 'cause I'm the rap Stackhouse
Black Wall Street, ＊＊＊ the hip hop ＊＊＊ house, what？
This is that disrespectful, ＊＊＊ West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
This is that disrespectful, ＊＊＊ West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
My flow opposite of handsome, it's ugly
Hip hop tantrum, sick, call the ＊＊＊ cancer
One man show 'cause I ＊＊＊ all the dancers
Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer
These ＊＊＊ let the rumors sit in they head like tumors
So I had to take 'em back, toothbrush on the Pumas
Clean, mean, rappin' machine
Red rag hangin' low in the back of my jeans
I black out like February, back out what's necessary
0 7 Bugatti with Jimmy Lovine's secretary
I'm runnin' the buildin', don't make me run in the buildin'
No, this ain't the first time I had my ＊＊＊ in the buildin'
Walkin' past offices, I see my son in the buildin'
Last album on the wall, I'm number one in the buildin'
They should build me an office up under the buildin'
My elevator goin' down, I am done in the buildin'
This is that disrespectful, ＊＊＊ West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
This is that disrespectful, ＊＊＊ West Coast
Hip hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go
We in the ＊＊＊ buildin', man
You ain't got your ＊＊＊ mind right？
You gon' get your mind blown out
Your ＊＊＊ mind right ＊＊＊ wassup？
It is what the ＊＊＊ it is, man
How y'all wanna cut the cake？
You touch this, you get your hands cut off
Swizz Beatz, the ＊＊＊ monster
Game is in the ＊＊＊ buildin'
We could turn this whole ＊＊＊ world red
69.L.A.X. Files
Lyricist：Samuel Clothie Christian, Jonathan Rotem, Jayceon Taylor
Put your lighters up if you want to
Pull your muthafuckin' Dodger caps
Over your muthafuckin' eyes til' you can't see shit
I want you to go blind, nigga
So you can feel how I felt
When I was in that muthafuckin' coma
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger, drive slow
Where beggars and gangsta's pass
Women and dank are
Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean
We move in slow motion
Off that sticky you walk up to blow
I swear ain't nothin' better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you
The one Blood
Come to my hood, hood
Look at my block, block
That's that project buildin'
Yeah, that's where I got shot, shot
'Cause I was more hood than Suge
Had more rocks than Jay
More scars on my face than the original Scarface
Or the homeboy Scarface
Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta'
Deniro on Casino, he no gangsta'
Wanna be, wanna see, wanna get a shovel
Dig tookie up nigga 'cause he know gangsta's
Niggas think 'cause they watch Menace a couple times
Seen Cube in Boys n The Hood and press rewind
That you can survive when a real Crip
Run upon your corner and flex the nine
You must be out of your mind
A real Blood will put you out of your mind
So stay the fuck up out of my hood
Or my niggas take you up out of your shine
It ain't a movie, dog
Hell yeah, it's a real fuckin' Uzi, dog
I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala
Try to keep up, don't lose me y'all
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger, drive slow
Where beggars and gangsta's pass
Women and dank are
Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean
We move in slow motion
Off that sticky you walk up to blow
I swear ain't nothin' better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you
The one Blood
I know the real O-Dog
And that nigga know the real Game
I call him the rinse tape
And he ain't never been in no gang
But he been in my house, house
And he set on my couch, couch
While I put one in the air
So yeah, that nigga know what I'm 'bout, 'bout
I'm 'bout my hood, I'm 'bout my block
I'm 'bout my chips so if the rat money stop
And I punch a clock
Catch you slippin' at a light, get out yo' shit
We jack niggas, out of towner's
And rap niggas, and ball players
'Cause we ball player
We chop it up with them trap niggas
We Outkasts, we big boys
Ludacris with them big toys
Where I'm from there's only
Two things standin' on the corner
Me and that liquor store
Look what the Bloods did to Weezy
Look what the Crips did to Jeezy
This gang banger shit ain't nothin' to play with
Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger, drive slow
Where beggars and gangsta's pass
Women and dank are
Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean
We move in slow motion
Off that sticky you walk up to blow
I swear ain't nothin' better there
That's why we all take our hats off to you
The one Blood
Y'all niggas got this LA shit real fucked up man
Niggas better start respectin' what the fuck we about man
We take niggas the fuck out
This shit ain't no movie, dawg
This shit is real, Crips, Bloods, Ese's
We hold shit down, this is LA
Wrote the shit on my face, put a muthafuckin' star behind
What the fuck I am, Starface
LA chronic, LAX files, case closed
Lyricist：Will Adams, Arlandis Hinton, Curtis Mayfield, Jayceon Taylor,
Jesse Bonds Jr. Weaver, David Weldon, Andre Wicker, Eric Wright
Gangsta Boogie, Gangsta Boogie, Gangsta Boogie
Compton
It's a home of America's gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Where the cops is crooked
And them, and them hold it down like black guerillas
Where the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Compton
Yeah, The Game on fire, check the gold wires
Hip hop on lock like some muh'f＊＊＊ pliers
Me and Will.I.Am, yeah, we take ＊＊＊ higher
＊＊＊ talkin' ＊＊＊, get your ＊＊＊ mouth wired
Walkin' through Compton, Eazy still alive
Raider hat to the back, throw your dubs in the sky
My floetry wicked, sit back while I kick it
And do it like Dre did it, N.W.A. did it
I cook ＊＊＊ like the first ＊＊＊ that ever bought a ＊＊＊
From a ese, ＊＊＊ I could write a essay
About all the gangsta ＊＊＊ that I seen lowridin'
In they Chevys with ＊＊＊ ridin' shotgun, reppin' L.A.
Homes goin' loco
My ＊＊＊ to me is like Ice Cube and Yo-Yo
Sittin' in a low-low, on chrome spinners
Nobody drop nuttin' this winter, ＊＊＊ I'm from Compton
It's a home of America's gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Where the cops is crooked
And them, and them hold it down like black guerillas
Where the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Compton
I smoke ＊＊＊, ain't ＊＊＊ changed
Since Young MC and Eazy-E was rappin' 'We All In The Same Gang'？
Some ＊＊＊ chain hang, other ＊＊＊ gang bang
I do both 'cause I'm the king of the ＊＊＊ West Coast
Kick the door open, Will, let's go
Flow like Esco', New York ＊＊＊ say I'm the best, yo
Hard like Timbos, blowin' on ＊＊＊
＊＊＊ try to play me get stretched out like a limo
I was shoppin' ＊＊＊ when Dre was bangin' my demo
And all you old ＊＊＊ is washed up like N.O.
Don't take it the wrong way, I got love for my kinfolk
Can I get a moment of silence？ Will, bang the instrumental
I spit for my ＊＊＊ in the line-up
That'll never see the sun again, so I close my blinds up
First album, sold 'em out, Impalas, rolled 'em out
'Cause the whole ＊＊＊ world wanna know about Compton
It's a home of America's gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Where the cops is crooked
And them, and them hold it down like black guerillas
Where the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Compton
It's a home of America's gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Where the cops is crooked
And them, and them hold it down like black guerillas
Where the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Compton
Welcome to the city of G's
Where we eat fried chicken, rice and black-eyed peas
Fans got us Interscope, like Jimmy Lovine
'Cause we 'Ruthless' like Will before the Black Eyed Peas
＊＊＊ all rappers, look at all the hate I see
I'm sick, you can't get rid of me, I'm ＊＊＊
Get another job, hip hop is not hirin'
I'm the reason Dre feel comfortable retirin'
I just might put out 'Detox' myself
＊＊＊ so much, I check in detox myself
One man army, took out Reeboks myself
＊＊＊ in my khakis, gotta watch my health
I'm so hard, ＊＊＊ quick draw ＊＊＊
Like the old me, 17, sippin' malt liquor
All black khaki suit, all black Converse
＊＊＊ I'ma keep on stompin', comin' 'Straight Outta Compton'
It's a home of America's gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Where the cops is crooked
And them, and them hold it down like black guerillas
Where the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Compton
It's a home of America's gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
The Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Where the cops is crooked
And them, and them hold it down like black guerillas
Where the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie, the Gangsta Boogie
Compton
71.Who the Illest
Lyricist：Larry Mayfield, Taylor Jayceon, Joseph Tom
Who the illest hub dawg you know？
Peelin' slugs at your mug
Dealin' drugs in front of the projects
My projects, more scatter, more street
Who the illest hub dawg you know？
Peelin' slugs at your mug
Dealin' drugs in front of the projects
My projects, more, more scatter, more street
Untold stories, shootout, remix
Who the illest hub dawg you know？
Peelin' slugs at your mug
Dealin' drugs in front of the projects
My projects, more, more scatter, more street
Makin' room for more drama, more hustle, more heat
I can show you how to get, American money easy
It's the gangster, all motherfuckers envy
Leave all semi I tote, clips empty
Foes tempt me, I'm seein' no penitentiary
Crime scene clean, shells, no prints
Flee the shootout, X-5, no bitch
It's meant for me to survive this gangster shit
Meant for you not to be livin', food for the pigeons
It's rules I'm givin', new lessons for the street
This jungle I'm from B, don't breed no weak
Lames that don't know the game please don't speak
You get killed, want me peeled, I'm showin' hungry nigga
Every nigga out there claimin' to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know
Let a nigga know, I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggaz hatin', everybody waitin' for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rappin'？
Mic graspin', freestyle flow flashin'
Rippin' up tracks and, doin' the thang
What'chu niggaz know about Sean T and The Game？
Who's the illest？ Who's the illest？
I'm off the rack like slabs of ribs, I want it big
I ain't fuckin' with kids, I'm after six digit things
Fuck the rings and the tribulations, constant playa hatin'
This criminal lifestyle, keeps me animatin'
Let's turf talk before you niggaz thuggin' it up
It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up
Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin' on sight
But he hoppin' on haters like BM
It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up
Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin' on sight
But he hoppin' on haters like BM
It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up
Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin' on sight
But he hoppin' on haters like BMX bike
Fuck around with the Squad see unbearable sights
We takin' gangster shit to the maximum height
But I'm mainly into bubblin', fat grip doublin'
Big, big heads I'm lovin' 'em, you feelin' me y'all
Leavin' the envious in awe 'cause I tremendously ball
I'm supported by The Game so you know I won't fall
I'ma execute my options, keep wettin' my paws
And come out unscathed with no scratches or flaws
Who's the illest？
Every nigga out there claimin' to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know
Let a nigga know, I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggaz hatin', everybody waitin' for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rappin'？
Mic graspin', freestyle flow flashin'
Rippin' up tracks and doin' the thang
What'chu niggaz know about Sean T and The Game？
Who's the illest？ Who's the illest？
They say 'Game, you rappin' like you from the East coast,'
Meet toast gun jammed in your throat, forgot that you spoke
Game got the streets woke young'n, same nigga got the Coke
runnin'
Introduce the new fiends to smack
Pops told me when I was younger, you can't live like that
So I don't listen to pops nigga, I listen to Kool G. Rap
Went from hustlin' sacks to heavy weight, shufflin' crack
Kids and preachers know me, young Game the O.G.
Ask the reverend kept the church from fallin', young'uns from
starvin'
I'm the project like Marcy or the Nickerson Gardens
Comfortable dawg, Compton to Harlem, any city ghetto or hood
Kick back, blowin', listen to Marvin
Get head, count dough and just sit in the apartment
AK in the sofa, I'm the illest, who come closer？
Get head, count dough and just sit in the apartment
AK in the sofa, I'm the illest
Get head, count dough and just sit in the apartment
AK in the sofa, I'm the illest, who come closer？
To the late ones or great ones fightin' over a crown
Get shot off that throne, who the illest now？
Every nigga out there claimin' to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know
Let a nigga know, I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggaz hatin', everybody waitin' for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rappin'？
Mic graspin', freestyle flow flashin'
Rippin' up tracks and, doin' the thang
What'chu niggaz know about Sean T and The Game？
Who's the illest？ Who's the illest？
Some say the gangster mentality is dead
Imagine that, when fools pullin' straps out with infrared
We're livin' in a time of plagues and corrupt life
When homies in the circle end up all trife
Tryin' to shine bright, but lookin' all dim
Meanwhile I stay sharp like a ballpoint pen
I see the smirks and grins but I just laugh
'Cause I'm gettin' lucrative loot, endless math
If you only knew the half of it, you wouldn't hate
But niggaz just pig and talk shit behind Jake
Man you can't knock the hustle, I ain't fin' to be greedy
I want an exit out the game kinda like Paul Vitti
I'm tryin' to slang CD's in cruise control
Instead of sellin' illegal pharmaceuticals
Should I ask for your advice？ Like you would know
Fuck it, I'm out to get it, I'm a fool for dough
Every nigga out there claimin' to be the illest
I don't know if y'all know
Let a nigga know, I'm lost in the stipulations
Niggaz hatin', everybody waitin' for the outcome
Whatever happened to just to rappin'？
Mic graspin', freestyle flow flashin'
Rippin' up tracks and, doin' the thang
What'chu niggaz know about Sean T and The Game？
Who's the illest？ Who's the illest？
72.West Side Story (Featuring 50 Cent)
Lyricist：M Elizondo, Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch, Jayceon Taylor,
Andre Young
Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, ese's, Asians
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans
Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians
All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin'
Since the West coast fell off, the streets been watchin'
The West coast never fell off, I was sleep 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 rearview, my guns is cockin'
I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
All stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases
Fought that, not guilty, I'm back
Niggaz hate me been here, done that, sold crack, got jacked
Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back
Payback, homey I'm bringin' C.A. back
And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs
All you old record labels tryin' to advance
Aftermath bitch, take it like a muh'fuckin' man
You can take a look in my eyes
To see, I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
You can take a look in my eyes
To see, I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
I'm lowridin' homey, six trey Impala
Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics
Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin'
Hollow tips make niggaz disappear like Houdini
Gang bangin' is real, homey I'm living proof
Like Snoop Dogg, C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof
Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that
'Cause red strings in his Converse, and this a Dre track
Keep jibbin' and jabbin', I pull the thirty eight magnum
And get to clickin' and clackin' your homies wanna know what
happened
Come to Compton see Thriller like Mike Jackson
I might be, Spike Lee, of this gun clappin'
Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin'
In the dope spot playin' John Madden
Homey I ain't braggin', I took five
You wanna die, run up on that black 745
You can take a look in my eyes
To see, I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
You can take a look in my eyes
To see, I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
New York, New York, big city of dreams
I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing
Got me fuckin' with G-Unit, you know the drama that bring
I got niggaz in Westside Compton and Southside Queens
And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through
So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh
I'm gangsta, more like D-Bo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the Juice？
You niggaz is nutso, I take off your roof
Leave yo' ass stretched out like a Cadillac Coupe
God gotta let me in heaven, all the shit I've been through
I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two
Homey, I let the 38 special ripped through that vest
And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the
dresser
Got Compton on my back, I'm startin' to feel the pressure
I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre records
You can take a look in my eyes
To see, I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
You can take a look in my eyes
To see, I'll be a gangsta 'til I die
That California chronic got me so high
Game tell 'em where you from, nigga Westside
73.We Will Survive
We will survive, we've been through this too many times
My people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
We will not live and let die
My niggas on the front line and we all here
Hold your head high
So many years, too many tears living this life
This a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
A lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
These are the hard times but we will survive
It all started 400 years ago, my people in chains
400 years later same bullshit y'all ain't changed
You got a jump shot or you rap or play ball
Then you can eat in Beverly hills and shop in they mall
Who really making calls like my people ain't determined enough
And in the hood they trying to terminate us
And turn us against each other
Got us fighting over colours, brothers
I thought the object was to love one another
We can't see past the 20 inch rims, bitches and hoes
40 bottles and frequent trips to the liquor store
So how do we raise our children
There's a new born soul every hour in America
This is not only there's but our America
The white man made it this way, we never asked for the slavery
days
But we still paying for cotton t-shirts our ancestors picked
that we hurt
But this is the rebirth
They say the black man will struggle as long as he continues to
hustle
And pitch crack from a bucket, these muthafuckers have no idea
they lock us in prison for years
And send us county checks to compensate us for our mothers tears
Too many taxes, every 12 checks another w2
President Bush's way to say fuck you
Our day is coming we taking over
how you give us guns when 70% of all Kuwaiti soldiers
You gotta be stupid
Don't ever forget we were African rulers before NBA players and
furniture movers
You burnt this I prove it
We don't want 40 acres no more, college funds and real estate,
Keep the Grammy awards, your H2's, new watches we don't hate you
watch us
Me and Marshall's like Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth
Opposite races still chasing the same dream
But when it boils down to everyday life who do I trust？ ME!
I will not surrender this is not the ending
Turn my back in the dirt this is uncle Sam's curse
You got a hot verse you on MTV
You can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC
Kids struggling to make grades in school
You run the rock like Barry Sanders in the tenth grade you
getting paid at school
And all the old heads that paid their dues we don't respect that
Too worried about where the next Nike air checks at
(？) news rims put on your Lexus,
He ain't registered to vote Al Gore loses the next election
One strike, two strikes, three strikes your gone
25 to life but still life moves on
A wise man told when I was younger I'm God's chosen
He don't understand so the AK soak him
Black wall street got them open
I try to tell them I'm where hope floats man
The ghetto spokesman
I know 50 can't be eatin yo pussy right,
I know Nelly can't be eatin yo pussy right,
And Nick Cannon can't be eatin yo pussy right,
I said pull yo panties down we gon have a tongue ＆ pussy fight,
Aye you know I've been waiting a long time for this,
Heard dream ' s sweat it out now I got some confidence,
See me in the fredericks see me in the vicky ' s,
Tryna to find you an outfit girl you know I'm picky,
Licking all on your neck send you home with hickeys,
I let my tongue jerk jerk jerk around your kitty,
I hope that pussy fat fat fat like missy,
If it is I'm a eat that cat like missy,
I'm afraid I eat it after I beat it,
She afraid she kiss me after I eat it,
We some freaks I don't mean to be conceited,
But he can't eat it the way dat I eat it girl,
You know I ain't playin,
I know 50 can't be eatin yo pussy right,
I know Nelly can't be eatin yo pussy right,
And Nick Cannon can't be eatin yo pussy right,
I said pull yo panties down we gon have a tongue ＆ pussy fight,
I know Ellen don't be eating yo pussy right,
I know Missy don't be eatin yo pussy right,
And even eve... don't be eating like ray j eat the pussy,
Hey check it,
I beat the pussy up like kimbo (slicee),
Now you know they say your boy ray j he ' s a nympho,
Drive it like a 6 - 4 they M.I.A like timbo,
Who you think got all these gurls talkin bout Kim for,
And I know she that Reggie Bush,
But that was ray j bush,
I know it's Reggie Bush but it was Ray J bush,
She used to blow it like birthday kush,
And I'm off that reffer she ' s off that reffa,
And I keep alot hoes like tila tequila,
I know 50 can't be eatin yo pussy right,
I know Nelly can't be eatin yo pussy right,
And Nick cannon can't be eatin yo pussy right,
I said pull yo panties down we gon have a tongue ＆ pussy fight,
Com ' on eat it like this
Eat it like that,
Don't beat it up you got nine lives left,
I want your tongue inside me,
I want it all inside me,
Come on and eat it like this
Beat it like that,
When you done eat it up
I got eight lives left,
I want it all inside me,
Wanna feel you all inside me,
Let that pussy drip drip drip till it's all on my clothes,
I got some on my chin a lil bit on my nose,
I got some ice in my mouth now let me blow on it,
Like keyshia cole on it I'm ghetto on it,
Lick you up and down like my tongue got a 6 - 4 on it,
Switch right - left - front - back,
Hold your legs in the sky while I lick that baby phat,
And while you looking like kimora,
I'll be knockin on your door tryna get some more tomorow,
Eat it I beat it on the days that you bleeding I'm a pussy
monster like lil weezy,
I know 50 can't be eatin yo pussy right,
I know Nelly can't be eatin yo pussy right,
And Nick Cannon can't be eatin yo pussy right,
I said pull yo panties down we gon have a tongue ＆ pussy fight.
75.We Run L.a
she came from overseas to be a star on the bulavard she wants
sex on the beach
The muthaf-cking originator＊
Haha,
Gangstas ride on
Gangstas ride on
Gangstas ride on,
Worldwide originator and I'm back on the fore,
Muthf-cker going home no more
Not a thug but I'll put you in a rug with a couple a slugs,
Friends turned enemies,
Stolen identities,
Can't get rid of me,
I watched the cocaine bubble up and kilo price double up,
You got a problem with a marcy n-gga, lock an load and knuckle
up,
What you know about 1976 a young n-gga getting money playing
triple up,
When I first did it Twista wasn't even in the business,
Knew BIG when he was'nt even independence
Put the little n-gga Jay-Z in the business,
... muthaf-cker freeway to the sh-t list,
My styles hot style Games got top style,
You're one of them n-ggas talk slick when the guns come out,
N-ggas see me and old g rolling on gold d's,
Run in the house,
Paul Wall did ya grill？ open up let me see caps run in yo mouth,
Niggas snitch get your wig split, 6 in ya fitted forget it
Talk sh-t you better live it my n-gga,
I'm on the block till I get hit,
Ball like the pistons,
I'm ready to die,
That's why I'm bout BIG sh-t,
10 months 5 platinum plaques a track, take half of that,
Bring it back now like an ounce of crack,
Then put it in a plastic bag and call it aftermath,
I bark like a gangsta, talk like a gangsta,
Impala with the cherry red paint and the gangstas ride on,
Eastside, westside come on,
And them gangstas ride on,
North side Southside come on.
Uh uh uh, like tell a n-gga they
Spill half a gallon,
Who the f-ck said a man couldn't be an island,
Back pocket to the concrete for the wrong heat,
Show em wrong you don't want to make em more weed,
Everybody's at, 3 body bags, that's a wrap,
Take away do you understand the aftermath,
Forget that, best b-tches got em all week,
Call me all me cause I'm so street,
Been a mack since Hawaiian sophie,
Got ya ice grills with 40 fills, still
Act like you know me homie,
God will make your... holy
Watch me closely,
And them gangstas ride on,
Eastside, westside come on,
And them gangstas ride on,
North side Southside come on (3x)
N-ggas don't want it with the bee gees,
N-ggas don't wanna see me cause I'm an ahole,
Especially when I ride with Jaz-o in a continental T with the
ass low
What you got your foot on the gas for,
We get dat doe,
Climb through the window,
And run through the back door,
Black out with the mack out,
Blast four blast four more,
Originator give em what they ask for.
Enemies I murder them,
I hurry like I bury them,
Walk through your hood with my two blocks on,
I'm in my new shoes with my new socks on,
Shine like a diamond get your blue blocks on,
Jaz-O stupid muthf-cker not Shawn,
Never been blast on a 2pac song,
The originator double time creator,
Too fast,
77.Exclusively
Lyricist：Darrell Anderson, Ivory Collins, Rufus Cooper, Jayceon
Taylor, Sean Miguel Thompson, Joseph Tom
Exclusively, ridin' on them deuces G
Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be
They got us choppin' up game through the fog and smoke
We came a long way but still we got so far to go
Exclusively, ridin' on them deuces G
Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be
They got us choppin' up game through the fog and smoke
We came a long way but still we got so far to go
Yeah, I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow
At a pace for the papes, I thank y'all should know
I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin' me
And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly
Politickin' economy if I could be a made nigga
Smokin' on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga
Keepin' it real, I'm still deep in the field
Deep with the skills for the bills
I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill
I bring the thrill like Will Clark
I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth
You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth
I serve the thunder, that shit that'll bang in the roof
My niggas, stack riches, mack bitches
Blow fast swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks
Suave livin' with my vocals, outlaw like my nigga Noble
Fuckin' bad bitches at the hotel
There's nothin' to a boss, man we live it up
Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up
I got no time for that fake shit
Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin' even bitches thinkin' they
sick
So nigga basically the world is a ghetto
Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in' a meadow
I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me
There's nothin' you can do to me
My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets
Exclusively, ridin' on them deuces G
Talkin' 'bout what your gameplan used to be
They got us choppin' up game through the fog and smoke
We came a long way but still we got so far to go
Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can't ball then it's probably the haters
Can't breathe then it's probably the desert
If you a gangster or not
I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit
The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggas ain't gon' ride for shit, they know
If they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these niggaz on that Cali Love shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up like one time'll do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin' bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it
It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line
Feelin' like I'm runnin' out of time
It's now or never, chasin' this cheddar 'til things get better
These streets got me hungry as ever
Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game
Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain
To bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle
Organize the brains and muscle
Exclusively, ridin' on them deuces G
Talkin' 'bout what your gameplan used to be
They got us choppin' up game through the fog and smoke
We came a long way but still we got so far to go
Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery
Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels
In the killin' field makin' 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli
wheels
Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage
'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin'
Niggaz'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground
After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler ＆ Koch ya
Got ya body bein' scrutinized by a flock of doctors
Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history
A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin' with my credibility
78.Get Ya Money Right
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04
But I grew up around Impala's 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's 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 niggaz
And my Rolex racist 'cause it hate niggaz
I used to only sell 8's like that Laker nigga
Now I'm movin' 24's 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
Dead presidents, big paper
(For the money)
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get
(Money)
My bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll make it rain
(Money)
In California niggaz die
(For the money)
From the South to New York them 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)
I get it, that baby and slim, cash money
All the jewelry on your whole crew, that's my tax money
That Pablo Escobar crack money
That LeBron first Nike contract money
That make it rain, all my niggaz throw a stack money
Stack it to the ceilin' then call it Shaq money
That walk in the club, straight to the back money
Flavor of Love, Deelishis sittin' on my lap money
That rap money, niggaz get clapped money
Air Force One's don't bend when I trap money
Ooh, I'm rich like Porter
Havin' Alpo nightmares whippin' that water
Like McDonald's, I was flippin' them orders
In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill'
I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real？
Dead presidents, big paper
(For the money)
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get
(Money)
My bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll make it rain
(Money)
In California niggaz die
(For the money)
From the South to New York them 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)
Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases
Order that Patron, tell 'em we want three cases
Fuck a black car, you see these green faces？
Look at my chest, now you seen vagas
Treat my money like the cristal that we wastin'
'Cause I'm a money machine, I could remake it
You a fool thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason
I've been iced out, like who the fuck need Jacob
The doc told me to be patient but I want
Money like Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent
I'm tryin' to make enough money so I could feed Asia
Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Louis V aprons
Word to Martha Stewart if I could park a Buick
Then I could flip a Brink's truck, I got the heart to do it
Ball like the nigga Tony Parker do it
Speak no engles but Dinero I talk it fluent
Dead presidents, big paper
(For the money)
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get
(Money)
My bitches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll make it rain
(Money)
In California niggaz die
(For the money)
From the South to New York them 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)
79.3 Killas
Lyricist：J. B. Lenoir
Killas on the rise
Come through scremin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
Ha ha, Eastwood nigga check it out
Yo, I caught 'em at the corner liquor store, ran 'em for his
jewels
Told 'em gimme everything you got, hat to the shoes
You done showed me what it is, now show me what it do
I done jacked a gang of bitch ass niggaz like you
My profile suspect, I'm wanted for murder
Investigated by the feds on no shit I ain't heard of
In '94 they say the wood was involved wit' a carjackin'
That's when my phone started trippin', I'm knowin' my shits out
Tryin' to tell me how I'm livin' like they B.E.T
Sometimes I feel like it's a camera in my T.V screen
I am the best ever since my moms left, I ain't holdin' my breath
I'm prosecuted to death, it's Eastwood, I'm as deadly as
turpentine
Spittin' venomous rhymes with more heart then valentine when we
ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through scremin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
Life is what you make it
Sometimes I see blatant visions of Satan
I been smokin' hella the marijuana vapors
Wit' dreams of gettin' paper on felonious capers
Rent a car from Avis bangin' the best of Anita Baker
Now is that sacred when niggaz spend money on Jacobs
And it's that same shit that get blood spilled on the pavement
I'm patiently waitin' for God to open heaven gates
And I'll take a knife in my heart before I'll murder my neighbor
And for that I'm hated 'cause most of they rhymin' is basic
Drop 1 album and left the whole world stuck in amazement
Started wit' Rakim found him in my moms basement
One demo tape and I'm on Em ＆ Dr. Dre shit
3 Killas on the rise
Come through scremin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
The hood got me feelin' like my back against the wall
But I been here befo', let me fly or give me death
I'm in here for dough, my pops used to hustle the corner
In lotto kicks attempted to try 'em on, didn't like that fit
Went after a record deal, shit I got that super size
Niggaz ain't fly then Tec at this shit, I'm a natural nigga
So it's only right we boss up after these figgaz
So classical nigga
I'll document the avenue, study the set back to the O.G's
Create a new avenue niggaz, so we can ride
Rims spinnin' off the chrome, check the rear view wave
Spinnin' off the dome, honey the west coast is home
3 Killas on the rise
Come through scremin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
3 Killas on the rise
Come through screamin' homicide
When we ride
Lyricist：Tony Cottrell, Jayceon Taylor
Ol' English, ridin' by, gettin' ＊＊＊
＊＊＊ on that ＊＊＊ drinkin' Ol' English, rags tied, ＊＊＊ sign
Letters on my hat in Ol' English, ＊＊＊ homicide
'R.I.P.' tats in Ol' English, Westside 'til I die
＊＊＊ pourin' out that Ol' English
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I watched my Uncle Greg put D's on a '64
I washed it on Monday, so he bought me a gold chain
Shopped ＊＊＊ and watched 'Colors', so 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 a 'Vette
Til' one weekend my uncle got ＊＊＊ to death
He got ＊＊＊ by a fiend, my Pops ain't like that
He was from ＊＊＊ Block, they used to call him Maniac
Crazy ＊＊＊ with a Black Panther tat
Kill a ＊＊＊, cross him out on his Compton hat
Told me when I got older, I would understand that
It's ＊＊＊ in, ＊＊＊ out and there ain't no turnin' back
Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks
13, that's when I had my first
Ol' English, ridin' by, gettin' ＊＊＊
＊＊＊ on that ＊＊＊ drinkin' Ol' English, rags tied, ＊＊＊ sign
Letters on my hat in Ol' English, ＊＊＊ homicide
'R.I.P.' tats in Ol' English, Westside 'til I die
＊＊＊ pourin' out that Ol' English
I was the first ＊＊＊ with a Starter jacket on the block
Used to build model cars and make the ＊＊＊ hop
Moms banged Hoover ＊＊＊ she was known for sellin' ＊＊＊
Let me collect the 40 ounce bottles in the ＊＊＊e 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 ＊＊＊
And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got ＊＊＊
Killed by another ＊＊＊ over his Rolex watch
I got ＊＊＊ for three years off that ＊＊＊ from the Doc
I was drinkin' 40 ounces a lot
And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy dropped
I start ＊＊＊ red laces in my Adidas
Drinkin' out a brown paper bag on my first ＊＊＊
I was a menace to society
But I never left finger prints on my
Ol' English, ridin' by, gettin' ＊＊＊
＊＊＊ on that ＊＊＊ drinkin' Ol' English, rags tied, ＊＊＊ sign
Letters on my hat in Ol' English, ＊＊＊ homicide
'R.I.P.' tats in Ol' English, Westside 'til I die
＊＊＊ pourin' out that Ol' English
I got a lotta dead homies, some ＊＊＊, some ＊＊＊
This is life, stop watchin' that 'Boyz N The Hood' ＊＊＊
You see this red rag hangin' outta my jeans
I went to 20 funerals by the age of 19
Then I went to college, basketball was my dream
Quit the team 'cause I'd rather shoot ＊＊＊ with the fiends
Wanted to be Freeway Rick
He showed me how to turn a stolen 5.0 into a ＊＊＊
Bought a Cadillac, thought I was rich, bangin' DJ Quik
On Crenshaw, got jacked for my ＊＊＊
Took a long ＊＊＊ hit and thought about the time
When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first ＊＊＊
Hit my first switch, same night ＊＊＊ my first ＊＊＊
Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her ＊＊＊
She caught a stray ＊＊＊ ridin' shotgun in my ＊＊＊
So I got her name tatted in
Ol' English, ridin' by, gettin' ＊＊＊
＊＊＊ on that ＊＊＊ drinkin' Ol' English, rags tied, ＊＊＊ sign
Letters on my hat in Ol' English, ＊＊＊ homicide
'R.I.P.' tats in Ol' English, Westside 'til I die
＊＊＊ pourin' out that Ol' English
Ol' English, Ol' English, Ol' English, Ol' English
81.Southside (Ft. Lil Scrappy)
Lyricist：Darryl Raynard Richardson Ii, Jayceon Taylor, A Torres
Southside
Southside
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin' ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ayy)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ayy)
I'll leave yo ass crispy like some Frosted Flakes
What you call it sneakin up, man Jake the snake
Every nigga on the street got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face with a K like Mase
I don't hate the faggot, let's get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by a preacher so my mom pushed weight
Now I hooked up wit' game real nigga with flame
The nigga show me Cali' love and I ain't in no gang
Any nigga that roll wit me betta keep it G'd
I'll break ya vertebrate, push a DDT
Let's get the sippi, y'all niggaz ain't 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 y'all state, get they ass lumped
Your homeboy really going through, something I can't change
I fuck hoes that would make Mya look lame
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin' ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ayy)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ayy)
The realest of niggaz, I role wit' them killas
(Yeah)
The world gotta feel us, my clique is Gorilla
You niggaz in trouble, I'm in the track with B M E click
You ain't gotta know, I'm signed to Dre to know that he sick
P-89 that's 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
I'm a head busta, Lil' Scrappy when the lead touch ya
And they ain't no coming back when you dead fucker
Sleep in your earn and get eaten by worms
Trying to fight a fire with bottled water he'll get burned
They tampered my phones like D R E and the firm
'Cuz I'm buzzing like Wu-Tang and it ain't even my turn
So who it may concern, you'll get your whole mouth wide
Fuckin 'with them gang bangers in the Southside
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin' ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ayy)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ayy)
Hey hold the muthafucka up my nigga
(Hold up)
This your boy Little Scrappy shorty
(BME)
A-town
(A-town)
Mi nigga Game
(Comptown)
You know, it's Westside in this bitch
(G-G-G)
They want to get that ass hit
(G-G-G-Unit)
They wanna get that ass hit
Ay, ay, ay
(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
I'm for real
Nah, not me nigga
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ain't nothin', ain't nothin' ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ayy)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, crank it)
Y'all don't want it with the Southside
(Ayy, ayy, ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ayy)
Southside
Southside
Lyricist：Samuel Clothier Christian, David Goldsmith, Jonathan Rotem,
Trevor Smith, Jayceon Taylor, Christopher Young
I didn't mean to walk away but I hear every word they say
I guess my mind just drew a blank like la da da
Now I'm sittin' in this ＊＊＊ cage, reminiscin' about my day
With your ＊＊＊ all over my slade as the Devil sang la da da
Dre, I ain't mean to turn my back on you
But I'm a man and sometimes a man do what he gotta do
Remember, I'm from Compton too
I saw you and Eazy in 'em, so I started wearin' khaki suits
I was 12 smokin' ＊＊＊ in '92
I had a choice be like Mike or be like you
I made a choice, now it's be ＊＊＊ or be ＊＊＊
Whatever I was, I was bangin' 'Gin ＆ Juice'
Never knew back then I'd be friends with Snoop
Now I gotta keep it gangsta 'cause it's in my roots
So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you
I tried to think of what the ＊＊＊ Eminem might do
If every ＊＊＊ hated him for the 'Black ＊＊＊' track
And ＊＊＊ stopped bumpin' Dre after DeBars got slapped
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a wrap
It's still Aftermath and there ain't nothin' after that
I didn't mean to walk away but I hear every word they say
I guess my mind just drew a blank like la da da
Now I'm sittin' in this ＊＊＊ cage, reminiscin' about my day
With your ＊＊＊ all over my slade as the Devil sang la da da
I never said 'Thank You' and I took for granted
You let me in your house and made me a part of your family
Now I'm eatin' with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes
I wasn't starstruck, I was just glad to be signed
And even though sometimes I run loose
You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you
I'm not askin' you to take my side in the beef
But you told me it was okay to say '＊＊＊ Tha Police'
Now it's my turn to carry the torch
And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover of The
Source
Remember when we got drunk to do 'Start From Scratch'？
I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that
Sittin' here lookin' at my platinum placks
Thinkin' what the ＊＊＊ am I without a Dr. Dre track
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a wrap
It's still Aftermath and there ain't nothin' after that
I didn't mean to walk away but I hear every word they say
I guess my mind just drew a blank like la da da
Now I'm sittin' in this ＊＊＊ cage, reminiscin' about my day
With your ＊＊＊ all over my slade as the Devil sang la da da
See when the world is on your shoulders and the stress grows
bigger
The fire in 'em made it difficult to talk to the ＊＊＊
Most of the time I let 'em know I don't agree wit what he do
But he a hard head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you
See, when I first met my ＊＊＊ son was layin' in the cut
Type reserve, homie was quite and kept his mouth shut
Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut
I dug his spirit and I thought the dude was talented as ＊＊＊
And as the time went on, now he was workin' with the finest
I saw the pressure started to build, so I gave additional
guidance
You gave him somethin' that can make or break a ＊＊＊
You should face it
So big, I don't even think he was ready to embrace it
With the potential to be a strong ＊＊＊ with conviction
The only problem was our lil' ＊＊＊ wouldn't listen
But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a wrap
It's still Aftermath and there ain't nothin' after that
I didn't mean to walk away but I hear every word they say
I guess my mind just drew a blank like la da da
Now I'm sittin' in this ＊＊＊ cage, reminiscin' about my day
With your ＊＊＊ all over my slade as the Devil sang la da da
Lyricist：Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell, Justin Smith, Jayceon Taylor
As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
Smokin' ＊＊＊, just 'Let Me Ride'
You would do it if my name was Dre
Second comin', ＊＊＊, throw it up for the King of L.A.
I'm known for makin' ＊＊＊ take they clothes off
Long as I'm from Compton, California, I could never go soft
I'm hard as a ＊＊＊ of raw
Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball
F＊＊＊ the law, feedin' my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard, in ＊＊＊ we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look ＊＊＊ on the 20？
G answer, ＊＊＊ 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
(Now they got me in a cell)
I got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
Aftermath got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
＊＊＊ back up, back up, back up, back up
(Now they got me in a cell)
'Fore you get your punk ＊＊＊ smoked
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
And starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked
Where you from fool？ Better say you pro-black
'Cause walkin' in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin'
Is like Giuliani tryin' to get rid of the ＊＊＊
Now that 'Pac passed, tryin' to put us on Death Row
Get ready for the Aftermath
I run through the city like Godzilla
Doin' mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped 'Cop ＊＊＊'
Pull a ＊＊＊ out the trunk of the Chevy
There go another victim of a 187
Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand？
Even the toughest ＊＊＊ run when my ＊＊＊ go blam
So kick back and watch the ＊＊＊ dance
N.W.A. is back, now let me see your ＊＊＊ hands
(Now they got me in a cell)
I got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
Aftermath got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
＊＊＊ back up, back up, back up, back up
(Now they got me in a cell)
'Fore you get your punk ＊＊＊ smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'
N＊＊＊ endin' they careers tryin' to shut me up
Actin' like I traded in my khakis for a button up
The West Coast still dippin'
Game still ＊＊＊ and Snoop still ＊＊＊
So what you sayin', loc？ Red and blue bandanna
Tied in a knot, as I creep through the ＊＊＊
They say it ain't good ＊＊＊ if you don't choke
＊＊＊ got my head spinnin' like the hundred spokes
Three wheelin' through the neighborhood
System on blast, as the ＊＊＊ one-time pass
The key to ＊＊＊ is aim steady
Turn that Bape hoody into ＊＊＊ confetti
When you cross that enemy line
Close your eyes, 'Parental Discretion Iz Advised'
84.Old Gunz
Lyricist：Curtis Jackson, Jayceon Taylor
Kanyez help 'em out please, just bleze help out please
M Eze help 'em out please, some body go tell free to help 'em
out
Yea, young Neefe help 'em out, dress up like run D.M.C to help
'em out
Yo P, go see beenz and break 'em out
Show these young dummies what beefin' all about
Fresh off the tour bus homie I'm back
I was stompin' in Compton loadin' my strap
And niggas seem a lil' pissed 'cause now I'm in the city
Wit huge cannery yellow diamonds on my gold wrist
Only took this one verse and game was convinced
I got the stray jacket flow I'm insane when I spit
And how y'all talkin' dat young gun shit y'all young
But y'all ain't guns y'all ain't dumped one clip
I'm tha games young gun and I'm one pit and ill bit
Both of y'all fuck that young gun shit 'cause Chris is a snitch
Even they know that wanna stand point, now look where spado at
Stuck behind prison bars dealin' wit them prison guards
Only get to see outside when he in tha prison yard
Yea and this is real nigga shit, real niggas
Rather send you a shell then send you to jail
Kanyez help 'em out please, just bleze help out please
M Eze help 'em out please, some body go tell free to help 'em
out
Yea, young Neefe help 'em out, dress up like run D.M.C to help
'em out
Yo P, go see Beenz and break 'em out
Show these young dummies what beefin' all about
Yea, a real nigga ain't Chris, a real nigga ain't Neef
A real nigga dats cis so how you feelin' hard？
I went from runnin' tha underground to tha black wall
So I'm still in charge you wanna halla at game
Now Cis involved, y'all ain't sick at all
Plus y'all niggas been slippin' off, Chris stole J Hov style
Get off his dick and balls, y'all rappers that rap
That's why I'm mad, I cant stick wit y'all
I got lil' Neef complain to Chris like what we gone do
We wit the game and he sick yea I keep the thang on my hip
And I aim to draw blood like a blood when he bang at a Crip
You should neva bite the hand that feeds you
Suckin' so much Hova dick, y'all done turned ya back on Segal
And none of y'all clap that chrome, so I wouldn't be surprised
You get smacked up when mac come home and this cat not shook
That's why I'm tha most talked about Philly since mac got booked
Kanyez help 'em out please, just bleze help out please
M Eze help 'em out please, some body go tell free to help 'em
out
Yea, young Neefe help 'em out, dress up like run D.M.C to help
'em out
Yo P, go see beenz and break 'em out
Show these young dummies what beefin' all about
Let me tell you 'bout the boys and where they come from
Grew up in nice town, how they call they self the young gunz
Dame, dash left now Beenz don't fuck wit 'em
Free sign to J, now R O C got stuck wit 'em
Damn, now Def Jam can't even make a buck wit 'em
'Cause they ain't got one of them Tearia Marie cuts in 'em
When I blaze it a feel like a truck hit 'em
Leave 'em a swisha in Philly wit no guts in 'em
A 100 pounds slug slice right through 'em hit the corna
Bullets curve like tha logo on tha pumas
Hollows in one ear and out tha otha like a rumor
He got shot before he got a chance to do it sooner
Put tha hammer in Neef mouth while he chewin' his food
Everybody in Philadelphia know you's a fool
You gon' make me make J lose his cool
Kanyez help 'em out please, just bleze help out please
M Eze help 'em out please, some body go tell free to help 'em
out
Yea, young Neefe help 'em out, dress up like run D.M.C to help
'em out
Yo P, go see beenz and break 'em out
Show these young dummies what beefin' all about
First bruddens, Den bleek, Den the whole G-unit
That's the staff record label and the fuckin' group
Now you lil' faggets, I sold mo' records for y'all
Then y'all did y'all mothafuckin' selves
The new prince of Philly, RockStar, Philly State
85.Rookie Card
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5
Whatever way dog, The Game get live
Keepin it gangsta in a P D fitted velour
Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four
The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere and I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog
Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converts dog
Get it crackin' like we out in the yard and the warden's
watchin'
Only difference is the whores is watchin'
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C P T
Run with the Pound like I'm from DPG
If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin' rocky
The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes
Avi jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels
In my neighborhood I'm young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake
So cover my face and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang
Crews buzz when you speakin my name, 'cause I'm deep in the game
With top cool thangs and million dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high
Now we soarin' through the spacious skies
Strap yo' body with them K's and ride, the handle is up
Switchin' gears, hit the pedal and ride
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it？ Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
I'm a shining star
And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze
Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so
Lyricist：Khalil Abdul-rahman, Janeen Jasmine, Zoogz Rift, Jayceon
Taylor
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
I'll let the whole world know that I can't be stopped
Even without Doc, I'm still from the streets of Compton
Yeah nigga, I said it and I'ma stay on top
Like a hoodrat with bomb ass cop
Run up on 'em like these rap niggaz, I ain't gotta clap niggaz
End your career with one line, like that, nigga
Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, let it jump
Killaforn I A is where I'm from
Three-wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out
Holdin' weight at my nigga Daz house
He always got a thick bad bitch from Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a long reach
She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it
Never back down, especially when Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and turn that ass 'round
It's time to bring back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast niggaz still holdin' shit down
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
I'm back on the cover of The Source and the XXL
Floatin' all through the streets of Compton
I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef and more straps
That's what the fuck I call gangsta rap
I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turned enemies
Streets kept me laced like blunts dipped in Hennessey
You niggaz act like The Game can't roll 'em out
One man show, still sell a motherfucker out
With no Dre, still sell the motherfucker out
'Cause everybody here from the streets of Compton
We got Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, ese's, Asians
Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces
I kept you niggaz waitin', had to take you back to the basics
Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Dayton's
Every time your bitch hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through hoes like Walter Payton on the daily
I got your main bitch swallowin' my babies
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
I'm the West Coast Rakim, got you niggaz blocked in
Glasshouse parked sideways on the stock rims
New school, old school mentality
Translation, fours pumps and twelve batteries
Hydraulics make the world go 'round
Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down
Before she end up like Superhead, givin' super head
Every nigga in the industry done fucked Superhead
And I just might fuck her too
If I ever catch her slidin' or ridin'
Through the streets of Compton
Rollin' down Green Leaf, smokin' on that green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was born on Queens Street
Murder MC's like I was born in Queensbridge
That's how I show you pa niggaz what a king is
And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock
I'm in the Hall of Fame, next to Snoop, behind Pac
I got the whole motherfuckin' world locked
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
Everybody wanna know what the fuck is goin' on
Am I signed to Aftermath, Interscope？
What's up with Geffen？ I'ma just say it like this
One day I walked in the motherfuckin' house
And all my shit was gone
87.I'm A King
Lyricist：Clifford Harris, Craig Love, Sean Merrett, James Elbert
Phillips, Darryl Raynard Richardson Ii, Jonathan Smith
I never said anything, I never take anything back
Well, you kinda heard me speaking
'You ain't a crisp like Snoop, you ain't a blood like Game'
And I was speaking on Game without knowing him
But now, you know a lot of these dudes jump in the game
And they rap artists and that's exactly what they is
But they not what they say they are when they rap it
Everybody wanna be the king of the south when
They ain't runnin' the damn thing with they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just stay in y'all opinions
But in the South and in the hood it's understood without saying
It's a given and it ain't 'cause what I'm doin' for a livin'
It's more because of what I'm doin' how I'm livin'
Not to mention when I'm rappin', I'm just hurtin' niggaz
feelings
And still chillin' on somethin' that's into healing
Man, permissions from the Click to continue to keep it pimpin'
But while the crack was in the house
The record sale went through the ceiling
So say what you want and do what you please
But for fun I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So niggaz will come and look for you if you sneeze
Or even breathe the wrong way
You better do what the song say and be easy
Else it'll be a long day
I'm a king, bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king, you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king, top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king, head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king, remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king, a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a king, I'm connectin' nationwide but in the South
I'm a king, just respect it and keep my name out 'cha mouth
Everybody wanna be the King of the West
But, they ain't runnin' the damn thing in the West
That's to bad, it's all good, they just speakin' they minds
Stand on top of the Hollywood sign, you can see that it's mine
I'd rather die, motherfucker, than give up my throne
My crown is a Dodger fitted, California's my home
And it's known when the drama pop off, I bring the chrome
So nigga leave me alone, 'fore I start living my songs
I made a killin' drug dealin', some people say I'm a villain
Went from choppin' in the house, to the top of rap gettin'
millions
So watch your mouth, unless you ready to bleed
'Cause to me, murderin' wack mc's is somethin' like a disease
Top down in the Impala, so I can ride in the breeze
And where I'm from, niggaz throwin' up B's and C's
So make a turn the wrong way, think about what the song say
And be easy, else it'll be a long day
I'm a king, bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king, you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king, top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king, head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king, remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king, impala with the top knocked off
I'm a king, I'm connectin' nationwide but in the West
I'm a king, disrespect it I hit your brains with the tech
Keep your eyes off my throne and your hands off my crown
Or get your ass laid back
Keep your eyes off my throne and your hands off my crown
Or get your ass laid back
Fuckin' with Black Wall Street and Pimp Squad Click Get
Laid out like a drunk, on the late, late
So haters hate, the hell with all the hearsay
From Wednesday to Tuesday, T.I.P. act a fool, hey
I'm a king, bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king, you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king, top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king, head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king, remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king, a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a king, I'm connectin' nationwide but in the West
I'm a king, just respect it and keep my name out 'cha mouth
I'm a king
Lyricist：Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell, Justin Smith, Jayceon Taylor
As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
Smokin' chronic, just 'Let Me Ride'
You would do it if my name was Dre
Second comin', motherfucker, throw it up for the king of L.A.
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 motherfuckin' ounce of raw
Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce 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 20？
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
(Now they got me in a cell)
I got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
Aftermath got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
Nigga, back up, back up, back up, back up
(Now they got me in a cell)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
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
And starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked
Where you from fool？ Better say you pro-black
'Cause walkin' in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin'
Is like Giuliani tryin' to get rid of the gangbangers
Now that 'Pac passed, tryin' to put us on Death Row
Get ready for the Aftermath
I run through the city like Godzilla
Doin' mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped 'Cop Killer'
Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy
There go another victim of a 187
Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand？
Even the toughest niggaz run when my gun go blam
So kick back and watch the bitches dance
N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherfuckin' hands
(Now they got me in a cell)
Nigga, back up, back up, back up, back up
(Now they got me in a cell)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
(Now they got me in a cell)
(Now they got me in a cell)
Nigga, back up, back up, back up, back up
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'
Niggaz endin' they careers tryin' to shut me up
Actin' like I traded in my khakis for a button up
The West Coast still dippin'
Game still Bloodin' and Snoop still Crippin'
So what you sayin', loc？ Red and blue bandanna
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 pass
The key to drive-bys is aim steady
Turn that Bape hoody into motherfuckin' confetti
When you cross that enemy line
Close your eyes, 'Parental Discretion Iz Advised'
Lyricist：Ervin Pope, Jayceon Taylor
Walkin' down the street in my All Stars
In my khaki suit, doin' what I do
Walkin' down the street, smokin' chronic
In my black locs, lookin' at you
Guess who's back on the West Coast tracks？
It's the motherfuckin' messiah of gangsta rap
Still dip in the six fo', still puffin' on the same chronic
Haters mad 'cause I still got it
I never fall off, even without the Doc
You niggaz sellin' your soul tryin' to stay on top
Bitch nigga, check your Kotex
You niggaz ain't movin' shit like the hand on a fake-ass Rolex
I'm five million sold, the cover of my last album
The only time you see me sittin' on gold
I'm the most anticipated, most celebrated
Most loved and the motherfuckin' most hated
Keep rollin' like gold Daytons
Niggaz got the game fucked up like Hennessey with a Coke chaser
You gotta deal with me, I'm the West Coast savior
Niggaz think of me every time they six fo' scraper
What do you call a nigga who's overbearin'
Belligerent, foul, defiant and very disrespectful？
You call that nigga the Doctor's Advocate
He's a reflection of Dr. Dre in his hay day in the worst way
The five star surgeon general
Took Jayceon to the Aftermath Research Department
And gave him a blood test
It came back 'G A M E Positive'
The nigga's infected with the game virus
His oratorical skills are so impeccable
That niggaz in the streets call him Cyrus
The young don who is down with violence
'Cause in his heart, he's a tyrant
It's not a game, it's just called The Game
There'll be no referees, no half time reports
When the game is over, The Game is over
You can't put a quarter in the machine
And get three mo' min', that's the end
I'll walkin' down the street in my All Stars
In my khaki suit, doin' what I do
Walkin' down the street, smokin' chronic
In my black locs, lookin' at you
I done been to Hell and back
Left for dead, you know who to thank for that
Finished my second LP without a Dr. Dre track
You can take my soul but can't take my plaques
I'm the motherfuckin' snare when it touch the beat
I'm the 808 drum that got you movin' your feet
I'm the heir to the throne after the D R E
Product of my environment
You old-ass niggaz get ready for your early retirement
Before I let hip hop burn down
I run in the building like a fireman
Who can out spit me when I'm high off sticky？
Throwin' back Patron shots in some creased up Dickies
I'm D.O.C. certified, Ice Cube 'Lynch'd' me
Snoop stamped me and the good Doc handpicked me
You still with me？ Me and my mic
Can't be separated like Interscope and hahahaha
Oh shit, this some good ass motherfuckin' weed
That California sticky green
This is the aftermath for the Aftermath
West Coast
90.Put It In The Air
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
Who's hot, who's not, I been the hottest thing
On the west, ever since the death of Tupac
Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue tops
And it's still nothin' for me to get you shot
You see him？ Yup, the same ol' pimp
Sky baller and ain't nuttin' changed but my limp
Natural born player, mine not a lame or a skimp
The world is mine, you see my name on a blimp
Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha clown
I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats
While I'm drivin' I get head in the cockpit of my 'Vette
And my game is sharp as a mosquito's needle
As far as the charts, young S be's The Beatles
Purple haze smoke in the urr, blow in the wind
The rims right there when I stop they still go and they spin
I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy
Them city slickers ain't never been punks boy
So fix your ice grill, and your mean mug
Unless you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs
Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers
Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers
I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a second
I won't pull this 45 and put your stomach where your neck is
If I tell you kiss the sky better respect it
Or get yo' ass hog tied, butt ass naked
I'm doin' this for easy, like it or not
I wouldn't even be rappin' if Eric Wright wouldn't a dropped
I love this shit, I work and I'm good
I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood
I'm poised to go platinum, that's what the magazines sayin'
Fuck 'The Source', I got my own magazines man
I call her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip
And she love hangin' out wit'chu girlie's
I'm like them Philly nigs that come through 'Early'
Through your front door without knockin' like Mr. Furley
It's just me, you and the semi 'Three's Company'
You want the crown, you be U.G.K. like Bun B
Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers
I rock jewels, cop tools, I will not lose
A million miles a minute is how my block moves
I stay in the fast lane, never fakin', cheddar chasin'
I'm in the game for the cash Mayne
And bitches play this in they Benz's, Jeeps and G.O.'s
They say I'm arrogant and got a big ego
But they still love to swallow me up
And every hotel suite, they wanna follow me up
But I ain't gon' put my dick in for free, nah ma
You want the kid then you gotta pay this pimpin' a fee
And ain't no champagne left, so let's toast 'gnac
Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West coast back
I'm on that get dough shit
In Cali smokin' that 'dro shit
I still push fish scale, and china white
A lil' nigga with a big gun and I ain't tryin' to fight
Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers
91.Krush Groove
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Marcelle Tom
We on our third song, we on our third song, heyyeyy
You understand it, I'm official with mine I'm double clutchin'
On the fo' wheel, pushin' quarters like niggaz doin dope deals
Fo' cut 50 like a verse and a half
I cut the brick and now we countin' the math, we 'bout that
birdplay
My crew's committed, you dudes gon' get it
Have a seat you through when I'm finished, my troopers is fitted
Got 'em posted out in Brooklyn, Hollis Queens to the bridge
We in the studio the Figgaro done did it again
We got factors out in the ditch where they smackin' a bitch
I got homies out in the Bronx where they bustin' at cops
It ain't no game with the underground, came from the underground
Pushin' a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, never browsin'
JT, another boss from the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy, Mac Dre, what'chu say nigga？
JT, another boss from the Bay
And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker
Hey, yo, it seem to me like e'rybody got they own truth
Believe me I'm in them sheets like phone booths
I play the game I was born to score
But I'm a lil' too cute for them corner stores
A little too, known to stand on the block
And a lil' too eager to sit in the spot
Mami, I'm from the Eastside, yup yes that side
Heads fly if I open ya chest that wide
Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya backside
Or you can get your back and side splatted in back of ya ride
And I can make it happen, if I don't make it rappin'
This lump of Satan, I'm packin' thrash 'em with a major passion
I slash ya face and fracture you flashin' in the latest fashion
And have you dashin' from Manhattan all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack, heard your tape and had to take an aspirin
Step ya game up
Listen, before I get up in the mornin' I ask the Lord for
strength
Tryin' to get my niggaz out the hood, you know how the forces
get
It's like the devil got a hold of my neck
And I'm gettin' this change runnin' 'round reppin' my set
Momma used to look at me funny she could tell her baby boy
changed
Must be out there gettin' some money
But it's a price for everything, you know how the game go
For them birds niggaz'll cock back the calico
Now you introduced to the beef, what'chu gon' do now？
Bitch up, skid in your crib, or pull them tools out？
A lot of niggaz is real, a lot of niggaz is fake
A lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake hands with Jake
Fuck what'chu heard, I startled your brain
On some eighty-eight shit, more raw than Kane
It's not my fault she looked at me, you better talk to your dame
That's just, part of the game and you got served
Who got nerve cause Lethal hard like Tupac words
And, why y'all chucks always actin' like tough guys
You must be trippin' or you slippin' on mudslides
And in the hood you see it's different from one time
What's your bloodline, play the strip to the sunshine
And I don't even know why I'm wastin' my breath
I oughta be like Makaveli and be fakin' my death
I keep that good shit it's tastin' so fresh
And all y'all sloppy Joe niggaz yo y'all makin' a mess
We on the way to yo' nap, so put your tapes in the deck
And spit in a hundred bars straight without breakin' a sweat
Lyricist：Calvin Broadus, Alvin Joiner, Jonathan Rotem, Jayceon Taylor
West Coast, The Doctor's Advocate
Get a ＊＊＊ roll the ＊＊＊ light it up ＊＊＊
Sippin' on 'Gin ＆ Juice', fill up your cups ＊＊＊
The West Coast back crackin' like it's '94
So ＊＊＊ get on your ＊＊＊ and give me ＊＊＊ like it's '94
And don't come up for air 'til the beat drop
I'm the Doctor's Advocate
Call it a sneak peak at the ＊＊＊ 'Detox'
Take note, grab a pen
And let the world know the West is ridin' again
I graduated from Dre school, top of my class
Treat my switches like my ＊＊＊, got 'em droppin' that ＊＊＊
Still bangin' 'The Chronic' like 'Doggystyle' came with it
And I roll up ＊＊＊ on my ＊＊＊ back while I hit it
I done been there, done that, had beefs and won that
5 million records on one plaque, I hung that
Still got Dr. Dre lowridin' in the '64
When you see us, throw it up for the ＊＊＊ West Coast
My heart beat for the West Coast
We grow the best ＊＊＊ on the West Coast
We lowride on the West Coast
So I'ma die throwin' up the West Coast
My heart beat for the West Coast
We grow the best ＊＊＊ on the West Coast
Still lowridin' on the West Coast
You should take a trip and visit the West Coast
Check game, I'ma show you how to ＊＊＊
Uncle Snoopy, is it true you from that ＊＊＊？
All the time, neph', I gotta let my ＊＊＊ hang
A chest full of chains, left hand with a pinky ring
I'm in a Steeler cap, Swisher Sweet, peel 'em back
My lil' hoodrat, baby got that mini ＊＊＊
Baby got that twenty ＊＊＊, baby got plenty that
Whatever you send us, my nucca, we gon' send it back
I'm in the club with the ＊＊＊ gettin' love
With 20,000 ＊＊＊ and 20,000 ＊＊＊
And we don't give a ＊＊＊ about none of y'all
And when you hit the city, you better holla at the Bigg Dogg
I done seen ＊＊＊ hit L.A. and get they chain snatched
Then they call me up beggin' me to get they chain back
What I look like, the ＊＊＊ police？
There's certain rules you got to follow when you in these
streets
Especially when it comes to this Cali ＊＊＊
And I ain't talkin' 'bout hangin' in the valley ＊＊＊
＊＊＊ all up in the alley ＊＊＊
On some real talk ＊＊＊, we the real ones
My heart beat for the West Coast
We grow the best ＊＊＊ on the West Coast
We lowride on the West Coast
So I'ma die throwin' up the West Coast
My heart beat for the West Coast
We grow the best ＊＊＊ on the West Coast
Still lowridin' on the West Coast
You should take a trip and visit the West Coast
I heard the blue rag ＊＊＊ ain't ＊＊＊
With the red rag ＊＊＊ on the West Coast, ＊＊＊ you mean？
From what I seen, red and blue can make green
Black Wall Street and X only
Since jealousy breeds hatred, hatred breeds violence
Violence breeds enemies, more permanent silence
California alliance, it's more important than ever
So throw it up, we lowridin' together, yeah
Make the West Coast rise forever
Ese's, B's and C's, represent your letter
Got Game, the go getter, Xzibit, the rhyme spitter
Snoop Dogg, the boss, we gangsta at all costs
Y'all ＊＊＊ is so soft and ＊＊＊, so ＊＊＊ off
'Fore one of my ＊＊＊ draw that ＊＊＊ and dump off
It's ＊＊＊, you gon' cough, kid, inhale the ＊＊＊
Bandanna hang, ＊＊＊ the Coast, my ＊＊＊
My heart beat for the West Coast
We grow the best ＊＊＊ on the West Coast
We lowride on the West Coast
So I'ma die throwin' up the West Coast
My heart beat for the West Coast
We grow the best ＊＊＊ on the West Coast
Still lowridin' on the West Coast
You should take a trip and visit the West Coast
West Coast, West Coast, West Coast
93.Keepin It Real
I wanna talk to the World and tell em how I feel＊
How everytime I drop an album one of my niggas get killed
Make a nigga wanna stop spittin'
Plus Interscope be bullshittin' Scott Pippen
This is not livin'
Livin' is when you working a 9-5
Liftin' heavy ass boxes just to stay a-fucking-live
Nigga ain't got a car but he got drive
So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride
The world going crazy, niggas going crazy
They say the Illuminati affiliated Jay-Z
I'm in this Mercedes seeing how L.A be
My life should be a movie shot by Martin Scorsese
Gun's off safety niggas is Polamalu
The cops killed BIG and drove off in the Impala
And Pac did biz？ just to get a couple dollars
Fuck rap, I shoulda took my black ass to college
I'm just tryna be real
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm just tryna be real
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm tryna see my kids through college before I gotta die
Still sayin' R.I.P Aaliyah 'fore I gotta fly
Niggas running out of time
So they doing homocide
Gotta take the stand tell the judge and jury their alibi
And they all racist so they giving boys 25
Stand up be a man, and stare straight into his momma eyes
And she still traumatised, her baby boy shot up
Kissed him on the forehead right before he got up
You shot him in the forehead twice before he got up
All over a bitch, nigga the devil wears Prada
Amber Rose wears nada
And that's how she should keep it
'Cause you can go Tyra from wearing Victoria's Secrets
They say there's a secret society
To get notoriety from selling your soul to 'em
Nigga you ain't buying me
Only thing for sale is this Phantom
It's Aftermath, that's why I rep the A like Atlanta
They say I look like Kanye or Wale in this Louie napsack
Rather be them than them dumb niggas fucking with Kat Stacks
I smoke kush to get my mind right
I used to listen to Nas to get my rhymes tight
I used to sell them dimes and keep my 9 tight
But now I'm fucking them dimes, but in hindsight
Almost turned on my family for the limelight
And I'm a go see God when the times right
They say the purly gates white but my President black
My money green, the sky blue and that's where heaven is at
I don't carry a gat, but my niggas do
It's like my jumper is off, I let my niggas shoot
And don't none of my niggas do
Take the time to listen
I'll tell you what my niggas do
Scream Suwoo while they dumping out of billy coupes？
But I'm just tryna be a good nigga, master
And take this rap money and give this shit to the Pastor
94.Monsters In My Head
I'm sitting here watching my daughter being born＊
Feel like I should thank God that nothing went wrong
Back in my days I was headed straight for the graveyard
Running from school cause enemies never stay far
Wear my colors watching colors chasing after my older brothers
Cause they was always into shit, good thing we had different
mothers
Playing football in the streets with the homies
And local drug dealers kicking back making money cause the crack
fiend
Was always there so I start selling that cane cause nobody never
cared
Mama at the post office working that late night shift
Taking care of my sisters cause my daddy wasn't shit
Sweating over the stove and on a school clothes
Open the refrigerator like where did the food go？
Trying to do whatever I can to be a man, hope you understand
Even when shit goes wrong it's part of God's plan, Amen
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head
Underneath the bed, underneath the bed
Laying here staring at this Doggystyle poster on my wall
Banging Snoop Dogg spinning this basketball, what the fuck is
going on？
In a nigga head, all of my homies gone to jail, or they end up
dead
Got my first tattoo tear when I was 19, chasing a pipe dreams
Chrenshaw boulevard chilling, that was the night scene
And like the movies, niggas act a fool
When you pushing a beemer, who gives a fuck about a School？
Mom's seta curfew, but I was breaking all the rules
Kicked a nigga out the house so I started forming my crew
Getting a little bigger on my own, in the 12 grade crips
scheming on me
Cause they know my trap self made, trying to get by or getting
high
That's how I survived, be a leader not a follower, that's how
them cowards die
Pay 'em no mind but keep my chrome to the end of time
Feeling like no nigga can see me I think they're going blind
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head
Underneath the bed, underneath the bed
Seemed like just yesterday a nigga was only 21
Showing the little homies how to use a fucking gun
Now look what I become, nigga was on the run
From the coptom slums, they right, like father like son
But I'm missing them days when I couldn't roll up a blunt
Bust the windows out of cars just to only drive it once
Yeah them was the days but now a nigga getting paid
Pouring down rose for my niggas in the grave
My nigga Big Will and my homie P D
Feel like yesterday we was just running in the streets
And I swear to God funny how the time fly
And the only thing certain is that we all die
So let your soul fly
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head
Underneath the bed, underneath the bed
95.Kiss Your Ass Goodbye (Extended Remix)
Lyricist：Sean Jacobs, Jayceon Taylor
Dj Skee is now bringing you
The raw uncensored street shit
Nu Jerzey Devil
This is a Dj Skee premiere
You can kiss your ass goodbye
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa
Aiyo, the flow is here, the dough is here
The gon' call this the hardest remix of the year
(Ha ha)
The wrist is sickle, the nine is mickle
(Damn)
The inside tan, the outer pickle
(Wooh)
The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured
(Aight)
You running you mouth, I'm gettin you jawed
(Ouch)
I'm wavin the blade, I'm tellin you back up
(Back up)
You empty your pockets, I picking your pack up
(Gimme that)
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you don't know what block I'm in fronta
(I'm right here nigga)
I'm out in New York, or down in the south
(No doubt)
I'm out in the trap, with gold in my mouth
(Ha, ha)
They book me for the clubs in the hood
(Yeah)
But niggas sacred to go but Sheek Louch good
(D-Block)
It's loaded when I get out the car like
(La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa)
You can kiss your ass goodbye
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa
Yeah, D-Block
They say hate spread faster than love
So the Bentley's black, same color as the mask and the gloves
With me, I'ma send a bastard to bug
'Fore you get the police, the first and last of the gov
These dickhead niggas, you shoot 'em the bleed comes
The two pussies you with, just make it a threesome
They buyin' out quick, you gotta buy your C guns
Now they spread magasines, 'fore they can read one
My glass jar had a hell of a rerun
(La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa)
As we proceed son, had I known
Every hood got a street fan if not they need one
I'm thinking short ranged
Gimme a sport ranged, I wanna get warmer
I'm jumping in the sauna, duck when I'm passing by
Put your head 'tween your legs
Kiss your ass goodbye
You can kiss your ass goodbye
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa
You niggas lost y'all game, I'm throwin' the rock down
Just to put y'all D, I'm back on the block now
Running your mouth 'fore I shit all in it
All y'all ass and I'm about to dig all in it
I birthed you niggas
I fed and I burped you niggas
Quick as that, I will earth you niggas
Clothed you niggas
Wiped the snot from the nose of you niggas
What not to expose you niggas
Trist knife or razor fight, I got a year and a day
Still played it like they gave me life
Can't walk through these jail without shackles and two cops
Throwing shit on the wall, not at the food slot
Got connects with pops, we boofin' the weed planes
Hit my khaki's, watched them pressed for food stamps
Respectin' the jail or checkin' the mail
I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill
You let them DC niggas have sex in your cell
You live with a gun, you like getting' hit from the front
Stand some shit, like two dicks with no bitch
Rumor has it, you like your chicks with no tits
F.Y.I. your P.S.I. said you snitch
How you blow trail and stay all rich, bitch
Now it's time to set it off
You got sumfin' on your chest man the tech will tear it off,
mwuah
You can kiss your ass goodbye
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa
Hurricane Game
Welcome to your funeral motherfuckas
You rat ass nigga you run with the fags u pussy
I shoot at your man put him in a bag you push me
After you flop I'm takin' your fans
Give you a reason to do that dumb shit with your hands
Piss in your mouth and burn your promotional van
Come to your wake and slap all 3 of your fans
Get your mind right
Or get your mind put right next to them all white Air Nikes
Nails in your coffin leave them locked air tight
Let him scream G-unit with dust in his wind pipes
Drive him threw north philly, Brooklyn and Yonkers
How it feel to get fucked all the way from Compton
You can kiss your ass goodbye
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa
A lot of niggas supposed to be down, they most be clowns
Who think I'm trying to sign with H.O.V. to get close to the
crown
I take a couple oo's and aah's jewls and cars
Screw some broads and I'm still cool with Nas
Ya real suttle still, so fuckin' ill
How you can turn an idea into a couple mill
But everybody got they hand in the pot
So either you cut them off or hand them a knot
And I ain't neva planning to stop, I'm planning to rock
Till the rims matchin' the top and the fantom is drop
They'll neva get away with the shit I pull off god
Knifes on the clutch even though I pull off hard
And you know the old kiss, you don't know the grown kiss
Got 'bout 5 in me until I get homesick
Still got access to the 2 tone bricks
Terry cloth sweats and Wally's that pretty tone shit
You can kiss your ass goodbye
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La, da, daa, laa, daa, daa
96.It's Ok (One Blood)
Dre, I see dead people!
(Junior Reid)
Modern vampires of the city
HUNTING BLOOD
BLOOOOOOD BLUH-UD
(The Game)
Yo Dre, thought I was dead
West Coast...
(Verse 1)
I'm the Doctor's Advocate
Nigga, Dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead
That's why they call him the doctor
The 'Math gon' drop him, and 50 ain't rockin with him no more
It's OK, I get it poppin'
Whole club rockin like a '64 Impala
Drink Cris, throw it up, call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup, call the shit hypnotic
I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggas ain't shit but new niggas
Bathin' Ape shoe niggas,
I'm talkin' to YOU, nigga
Bounce in a '64, throwin up West Side, man
Sell another five million albums, yes I am
Fresh like, Damn, this nigga did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck
LA above the brim,
Inside the Lambo, shotgun with Snoop,
What would the mothafuckin West Coast be without one crip and
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
I'm from the West Side of the '64 Impala
When niggas say where you from, we don't never say holla
Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side
Niggas in New York know how to throw up the West Side
Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me
I made room for Jeezy, but the rest of you niggas better be glad
you breathin
All I need is one reason
I'm the king and Dre said it, the West Coast need me
I don't know why you niggas keep tryin me
Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gon' turn down the 38 snub？
You 38 and you still rappin？ Ugh--
I'm 26, nigga, so is the dubs
On the '07 Hummer, hop out, no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear, all you gon' see is
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
I ain't got beef with 50
No beef with Jay
What's beef when you gettin' head in a six tre
And the double Game chains？ I keep 'em on display
Black t-shirts so all you see is the A
Turn on the TV and all you see is the A
You niggas better make up a dance, try to get radio play
Keep on snappin your fingers I ain't goin' away
I don't regret what I spit 'cause I know what I say
And niggas keep talkin about me, they don't know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holdin' the glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait till Lil Jon come on and let off a shot
I had the number one Billboard spot
Niggas stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top
I'm Big, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac,
This ain't shit but a warnin' till my album drop
(Hook)
97.Documentary
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
I've been there before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc
Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I don't take it in the face
I find out who sprayed it, I'm puttin' you under the pavement
No buddhist, priest, catholic, or baptist pastor can save him
I'm 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 three years while everybody else dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a song with his pops
I'm 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 eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the documentary
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 eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the documentary,
documentary
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 West Side 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 I'll put you under me
Take your car and trade it in for eight three hundred C's
If you cross my T I'll dot your eyes
You do life in a cementary I'll 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 I'm feelin' like Puff when 'Life After Death' hit
Mo' money, mo' problems and I lost my best friend
I'm the second dopest nigga from Compton you'll ever hear
The first nigga only put out albums every seven years
You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll down
Now your song west side story, you got a line that says
'Don't 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 I'm sayin'
I never take shots at legends
That's just somethin' I don't do
Let me tell you why I do this shit
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's 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
Don't 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, I'm the middle of middle children
We can talk about a loan after I sell five million
If I tell you I ain't Game and I don't know Dre
You gonna do me like X-Zibit and cut half of my face？
I take all the credit for puttin' the west back on the map
If you ain't feelin' that guess I'm Gorilla Black
I'm 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 eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the documentary
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 eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the documentary,
documentary
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth)
I'm da sh＊＊ and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them
I'll let the whole world know that I can't be stopped
Even without Doc, I'm still from the streets of Compton
Yeah ＊＊＊ I said it and I'ma stay on top
Like a hoodrat with bomb ＊＊＊
Run up on 'em like these rap ＊＊＊, I ain't gotta clap
End your career with one line, like that
Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, let it jump
Killaforn I A is where I'm from
Three-wheelin' with the ＊＊＊ out, smoke ＊＊＊ 'til I pass out
Holdin' weight at my ＊＊＊ Daz house
He always got a thick bad ＊＊＊ from Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a long reach
She gon' touch it
Never back down, especially when Al Green in the background
Now ＊＊＊, hit the ＊＊＊ and turn that ＊＊＊ 'round
It's time to bring back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast ＊＊＊ still holdin' ＊＊＊ down
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth)
I'm da sh＊＊ and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them
I'm back on the cover of The Source and the XXL
Floatin' all through the streets of Compton
I got more ＊＊＊, more plaques, more beef and more ＊＊＊
That's what the ＊＊＊ I call gangsta rap
I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turned enemies
Streets kept me laced like ＊＊＊ dipped in Hennessey
You ＊＊＊ act like The Game can't roll 'em out
One man show, still sell a ＊＊＊ out
With no Dre, still sell the ＊＊＊ out
'Cause everybody here from the streets of Compton
We got ＊＊＊ ese's, Asians
Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces
I kept you ＊＊＊ waitin', had to take you back to the basics
Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Dayton's
Every time your ＊＊＊ hear my voice, she ＊＊＊
I run through ＊＊＊ like Walter Payton on the daily
I got your main ＊＊＊ my babies
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth)
I'm da sh＊＊ and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them
I'm the West Coast Rakim, got you ＊＊＊ blocked in
Glasshouse parked sideways on the stock rims
New school, old school mentality
Translation, fours ＊＊＊ and twelve batteries
Hydraulics make the world go 'round
Your girl go down, ＊＊＊ make your girl slow down
Before she end up like Superhead, givin' super ＊＊＊
Every ＊＊＊ in the industry done ＊＊＊ Superhead
And I just might ＊＊＊ her too
If I ever catch her slidin' or ridin'
Through the streets of Compton
Rollin' down Green Leaf, smokin' on that ＊＊＊
With a ＊＊＊ like was born on Queens Street
Murder MC's like I was born in Queensbridge
That's how I show you pa ＊＊＊ what a king is
And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock
I'm in the Hall of Fame, next to Snoop, behind Pac
I got the whole ＊＊＊ world locked
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth)
I'm da sh＊＊ and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them
Everybody wanna know what the ＊＊＊ is goin' on
Am I signed to Aftermath, Interscope？
What's up with Geffen？ I'ma just say it like this
One day I walked in the ＊＊＊ house and all my ＊＊＊ was gone
99.Belee Dat
Can you believe that？
Can you believe that？
Belee dat!
The way that paint drippin it's gonna be a bloody summer
22 inches, all-red everything, that's soo woo business
Holla atchya 5 4 3 2 1 bitch in the coppet
And my knot's sick I'll
I've got a million in my maze
Red rubies in my watch and my chain
Catch me in wade county, I'm the king like james
Throwing the red flags like I'm charging on the play
Tune this shit retarded, I need a red helmet
And I'm all about my cake： red velvet
You can't help it, gotta see what I got
It's like ripley's： believe it or not
You tell me
Can you believe that？
Can you believe that？
Belee dat!
I'm a b, believe that
Stop playing, I go hard, I go he man
Young tune, break em off like a tree branch
Putting you in hot water： tea bag
And I just ordered your girlfriend some kneepads
Can you believe the unbelievable？
Bitch, I'm higher than venus. serena too...
Yeah, game, holla atchya： soo woo!
Young money bitch, we cold like two scoops
Gotta make them a believer
100.Yesterday
All we got is each other
So let's go
Maybe you should stay a while for the night
Maybe you should stay a while in your life
Cause I don't want to be alone...
Let me see your hands if you wanna stay
Every beginning has it's end
And every rapper baby mamma has.
So I say it's ok to have friends
Take the haters cause without they ain't shit
Take the... all my haters on my dick
I am so... on a certain I am not real
Nigger what you steal now I am jeopardizing my deal
Teach these haters so I teach these haters
... where I can see them cause I... these haters
... hate on my... to hate on my bitch
... then I write this 7
Then already 8 I am not hungry no more I got 9 I am straight
I never thought I will be in this mansion
Only get enough to get dope
Going across california
A lot of homies are not my friends no more
I've been around the world
I've been with a lot of girls
Yeah I drink till a nigger...
Hang over 2 girls in my bed I don't know
Me and my guy... who ain't here no more
Rest in peace to all my dogs
This one here is for yo all
Keep your picture on my wall
And memories... all
In the club popping bottles with my homies
It feels like yesterday
Wake it up 2 girls in my bed
Saying let's do it again like yesterday
On the freeway... staring at it but you can't have it
Tonight we're going in same thing tomorrow
We don't even talk about yesterday
On sunday I am in church with my daddy
In saturday I am drinking... work in miami
... new york don't give a fuck about what the haters say
I do it big that's the only way
... at 21 I had a white... freeway... bad day
Cruising on a good day I could say I get it on my way
In the club popping bottles with my homies
It feels like yesterday
Wake it up 2 girls in my bed
Saying let's do it again like yesterday
On the freeway... staring at it but you can't have it
Tonight we're going in same thing tomorrow
We don't even talk about yesterday
101.Daytona 500 (500 Bars)
Hov invented swag, I'll give him that
But who invented slime about the niggas in the fitted caps？
Reppin cincinatti, they ain't ever been there
I'm working the track out, no under armour chinwear
Fuck bad bitches, check my list, see kim there
Stacey dash, I'll smash and pass
Nut on her face like skin care
Can't get rid of me, the game gon' be here
Like teachers with they tenure
No pen here, straight off the dome
I throw a shot, blacka, knock him straight off his throne
That goes for every nigga, the nigga with the lockjaw
And that heavy nigga, I ain't talking about ross
He the motherfucking boss, I'm the ceo
Niggas using their skymiles just to see me flow
I've got the illmatic cd flow, fake diamonds
Fake kaballah beads, niggas seen me flow
Getting tired of these niggas, feds put wires on these niggas
I got some richard pryors for these niggas
Couple court cases, couple shell cases
Trickling off the ground right next to where the ace is
I can't take this shit that I'm seeing in the industry
I'd rather be everybody's enemy in the back of the strip club
Guzzling some hennessey; I really made it rain with meech
I got memories
Fuck with em here, blow out your memory
Take the route 4 for the chevy, we rock kennedy
Like a bottle of patron, one nigga can't finish me
Whoop a nigga's ass, he'll tell the cops there was 10 of me
Ice on my neck, I ain't ever had an injury
Ice on my wrists, I ain't ever had an injury
Meanwhile niggas see me with the doctor
Platinum plates on a phantom nigga, welcome to the opera!
Welcome to mi casa, shrimp scampi and lobster
Nigga take a hit of that, california kush, five
You ain't gotta send it back
Quarterback, nigga I gotta send it back
Get charlie sheen on the phone, tell him to win it back
The summer over nigga, tell them that the winter back
Take that boy crying, bitch nigga, come get it back
Snapback？ fuck that! authentic fitted cap
Nigga talk shit, then it's off with his fitted cap
Off with his fitted cap
Let these niggas know that the boss of the city back
I need a 7 5／8 philly hat
Rozay, where that nigga meek milly at？
Where beans, where chris, where gilly at？
Can't stop bloodin', I'm a fucking hemophiliac
1st nigga on the set with a red rag
Then the industry took my whole swag
Pound sign, dag, and all of you niggas is fucking fags
I dare you come play up on the boy, got
20 niggas with me, can't one of them spell 'hors d'oeuvres'
Pearl handle, but I don't eat oysters
Catch em in the hood, 24's on that porsche
An omen, had to divorce her. she ain't wanna get in the truck
I had to force her
Heard she wasn't giving it up, you had to force her
Buy homegirls some bottles to intercourse her
Where they do that at？ where my bloods at？
Where my soo woo rag？ where my lil nigga
From where they do voodoo at？
4 albums, all number ones, go and google that
So I'm banned like the number ones
How you try to make it rain with 100 ones
Nigga, I'm able to the game, no cummerbund
Everyday I'm in the range with another gun
I snipe ya... no wesley
I'm the king, motherfuck elvis presley
I'm the king and I be smoking, dare a nigga come and test me
Put two 9's in your back, wayne gretzky
Yo, I'm ahead, they can't catch me
5'10' and over, nigga, arrest me
I be out tomorrow, my lawyer'd beat that
Now nigga, go and tweet that
I just did, nigga, re-tweet that
And tell floyd I've been workin' on the speed bag
He don't fight pacquiao, then I'm up next
I'm a millionaire, nigga, fuck stress
Put me on basketball wives, it'd be a fuckfest
Shoutout to funk flex, shoutout to dj clue
Shoutout to dj ski, shoutout to dj pooh
He gon' cry when he get in the car
Like I cried blood tears when I was gettin' the star
Like I told vita guerra she wasn't gettin' that far
Got some head, then I kicked that bitch up out of the car
But look at the bright side, it was the slr
And you've been kicked out worse, don't act like I was the first
Then came amber, alert
You ain't supposed to talk about it, nigga, wipe where she
squirt
Like a soda can, I can murder this beat if yeezy and hova can
So here we go again
Pounds of the kush, and couple of my oldest friends
Last week, I was in my uncle otis' benz
Back it up into the throne, it's totaled then
Only had a full week, it ain't broken in
I'll prolly never be king, it's kinda soakin' in
Heard I'd never go big, from the po' end
He had a complex, all I got is concepts
Classics, legendary straight up out the projects
San diego aztec, number one prospect
Aston martin, that's a foreign object
Phantoms, 'rraris, wasn't 25 yet
Lambos, mazdis, wasn't sayin' 5 yet
17, million, my son wasn't 5 yet
Disrespect the whole rap game and ain't die yet
Hov, let's make a side bet
I'm a j. cole fan, can a nigga drop next？
(Damn, I mean he got a good thing)
Call pay per view can me and 50 box yet？
Dr. dre can I hear detox yet？
Yeah, I got some singles on that bitch
Where that ho malaya at, got some singles for that bitch
Turn on the radio, got some singles on that bitch
Prada gold me？ me and kris kringle on that bitch
Goin' ham in the club, you should see me in this bitch
Space bottle tall as bobby valentino in this bitch
How it turn into a casino in this bitch
Tell 'em it's g-money I'm with nino in this bitch
On my toes like a ballerina in this bitch
No prodigy at summer jam screamin in this bitch
Child prodigy, bobby fischer leanin' in this bitch
All the poor ass niggas ain't wanna see me gettin' rich
Too late for that though, I got cash flow
Young fidel castro, actin' like an asshole
And I don't know better
I ain't know if this a louis vuitton or polo sweater
To me the y-cell logo better
Watch a knock-off cause these hoes know better
If I make a documentary, I'll be rich forever
Like my nickname dick, I'll be rich forever
Pause... now applaud, and let these real hip-hop fans count my
bars
Let these real hip-hop haters count my cars
Back to swishers, fuck a cuban cigar
Unless it's handed to me by a cuban
All these haters on my dirt so I might as well smoke it with
mark cuban
Old nigga new york knees, ewing
Kyrie irving give a fuck about a 2 inch
Got these bitches giving me brains, stupid
Finally got the otis instrumental, had to loop it
New school rapper shot by cupid, stupid
Everybody sayin' they sick, I got lupus
And I'm still on the block, like the new kids
I got a few kids, I got a few cribs
I got a new kid so I bought a new crib
2.5 stupid, not a new crib
50 helped a nigga out, but the truth is
All this shit from one freestyle on whoo kid
If I ain't the king, then nigga tell me who is
If I ain't won the west the last 9 years, who did？
I'll wait, while I'm starin' at my hublot
In my blackberry looking for pictures that do blow
Used to push weight, like a sumo
Give it to my bitch, better stuff it in the culot
Take it to the visitor room, give it to bruno
These niggas take a bag and slide to a new box of uno？
But that's too much inf, for the you know
Where I'm from a rat'll never give orders to you know
I heard your lil' album, kudos
They say the shit a classic, nigga, I got a few of those
A few hoes, new clothes, like I'm jason derulo
So niggas step to the side like a euro
And if a nigga get too close
Boom fill slugga？ to the dome, pujols
Niggas don't like game, they a bunch of puntos
I'm sippin' mojitos with ms. puerto rico
Julie？ floor seats, durant shootin' free throws
Back to the spot, left eye in the peep hole
A1 perico？ stay about my stash
I'm just a middle man, niggas fuckin' up my cash
Police pulled me over, now they fuckin' with my dash
2 blocks to go, throw that shit up in the trash
2 glocks to blow, put a bullet in your ass
Like plaxico, got you jettin' up the ave
I swear to god man, these niggas make me laugh
'Pposed to be my future, you ain't fuckin' with my past
I shoot first, ask questions last
Kobe mind state, why the fuck would I pass
Boost crime rate, then make twitter crash
All in one day with my controversial ass
My grandmother smh my mama like damn
The hoes loling and my niggas goin' ham
Run your lips, like gina, shake your thick, like pam
This a bloodsport, jean claude van damme
180 bars, man damn
Love farrakhan but I'm 'bout to go ham
You hear what I just said？ nigga damn
I love the beat, but I'm 'bout to go ham
Yeah, hard as a mother fucker
Open my garage, see cars like a mother fucker
Walk up in the club, see broads like a mother fucker
50's pulling titties out of bras like a mother fucker
Ace of spades, black car like a mother fucker
You niggas broke, rush card like a mother fucker
Outside the club plush cars like a mother fucker
And we ain't rent shit, these ours like a mother fucker
But fuck with my niggas, see stars like a mother fucker
Snoop busta and nas they my mother fuckers
2v2's and ar like a mother fucker
Kid red rap star like a mother fucker
Goin' bout this otis beat, hard like a mother fucker
Drums？ weak as fuck read minds？ like a mother fucker
Give drummer some？ bitch get on your knees and give a plumber
some
I'm leakin
102.Red Bottom Boss
(Ft. Rick Ross)
I'm about to tear this fuckin' track out
Pretend it's Keri Hilson and blow a fuckin' back out
22nd mixtape, half of em diss tapes
But fuck who I was dissin' because I never made a mistake
Bleek got what he deserved, Jay, I might have been trippin'
I was fallin', I was slippin'
He was Jordan, I thought I was Pippen
He was winnin', I was losin'
He threw a jab, I started bruisin'
So I threw in the towel just to separate all confusion
Ivy Blue is beautiful, me sayin' that's unusual
That's the father in me, don't think I'm tryin' to be cool with
you
Thug life, Rihanna knuckles, Gucci shirt, designer buckles
Louis Vuitton billboard, the nigga's boy just tryin' to hustle
Poster boy for them drug dealers
I just want you all to love me
But I ain't handsome, I ain't trying to bug niggas
Y'all the Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all
But every now and then, I gotta remind y'all
It's that red bottom boss, nigga
Burgundy Bentley truck, fuck what it cost nigga
That V12 start up like Ross nigga
That's why them hoes call me the boss nigga
Catch me in the Maybach, where them seats recline way back
Remember, I had a Rocky for ya, and I ain't talkin' ASAP
You know I got that K strap, chopper with the base hat
If you see tip drillin', King of Diamonds, tell I got like eight
stacks
Ace of Spades by the crates, biatch
Never lose, like Alexander the Great, biatch
I only win like Baylor, I run the city like mayors
Don't make me go dig up them old Chuck Taylor's
Back when me and Snoop was the only ones throwin' up gang signs
Ya niggas wasn't bloods until I cosigned y'all
But y'all that Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all
And sometimes I gotta remind y'all
Taylor Gang nigga, I ain't Wiz doe
I got that yellow brick road inside my ear lobes
Playin' ice hockey, feelin' like Gretzky
Los Angeles King, and I'm who the whole city cheer for
Niggas throwin' subliminals, act like I don't hear those
I could give y'all 100 bars, but you all know y'all fear those
And plus, I'm too attached to my lifestyle
Fuck them Air 1？s, I'm too attached to these spikes now
Louis Vuitton's, hard as croutons
They comfortable like futons
They suede, grey poupon
The yellow like Luke on
The Lakers, he was traded
But they should have moved that nigga Marion, Gloria move on
Damn, was that too strong？
These niggas gettin' pooped on
While I get my Duke on, and crossover like Duhon
Luke warm, I'm too hot, you're too cold
I'm 2Pac, you're too old for hip hop
Stop. Recognize
103.God Speed
Need y'all to understand what I'm 'bout to do
Keep it gangsta in this Lou Vuitton designer shoes
Front of club, live stuntin' in that Masi coup
Then we gonna check China, see what king of diamonds do
Pass the curse that a y'all when I will climb the roof
That nigga get down for me like I bought the shoe
Tell him it's money thing, my nigga signed a grill
The kid rabbis, running trains like a monorail
Introduce you to my team, niggas you need to know
We pop the space, the bottle look like C3PO
Blowing that last security, telling us to keep it low
But when you pay me for a walkthrough this is what you need to
know
We're smoking all night, kid got a handle for me
Nuttella on it and twelve bottles is mandatory
And we gon need a few Serats and them gooses too
Shane go for green house and dream down to Houston too
Watch Himalaya eating shrimps while I throw these ones
Jas drunk as fuck cause every time I look he show his gun
Every time we in the strip club he got Dakota's one
Surrounded by killaz cause jade prince know his son
And I'm all 'ight with that cause rap a lot my fam
And every time he asks me can I dot dot？ Yea, I can
Cause he been looking out for me before the trade co sign
And I was there with him and 2 when they heard that Drake's gon
sign
But look at Drake now. Every time I need some he'd do it and say
J hawl if you need some
And that's loyalty in the industry that's full of snakes
When niggas send a bottle to your table just to show their face
And bitches stand there looking pretty just to get a glass of
ace
Most of these hoes dumb and they nothing but a ass and face
But if you are the one that's lucky enough to stand up on this
couch
Make sure soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties
out
I hate you fake hoes, I swear I hate you fake hoes
Your fake ass, your fake nose, you're never gon be J Lo
Nicki put you on that mike, Carl's got you thinking that you on
the right
Cause the fuck that Nicki's in that white Porsche
But I got news for ya： got a wifey and three kids at home
And I can't even start to count how many times we've been to
Rome
My oldest get his tennis on, my youngest got his tennis on
And you ain't never seen a four year old swaging in his farms
Now they wanna be him cause he rocking coliseums
Used to rock it for the themes, now he rock with Europeans
All out and doubling with them green bottles bubbling
Twins I call double men calling me by my government
I swear to God that I'm loving it, I'm on the beach with Miss
Dominican Republic
Even she's surprised that she's sucking it
But don't be surprised that I'm fucking
Never cuff and always puffing, these bitches know who they
fucking with
I'm the fucking shit, handsome ass nigga
Fuck with me, I fuck with her
You don't need ransom cash nigga
Now cancel that nigga like my black bed service
Don't believe none of you niggas till the plaque start surfacin'
Niggas get nervous when we hop at them some Bourbons
Get the time wearin' rags around our heads like they're turbans
Half them niggas murking, I'm behind them Phantom curtains
Heading to grace though, my alibi is this Persian
Her alibi is this Asian, I call that a persuasion
From Hollywood lock-up to yelling out Brenda Spencer
Dumb bitch right here wanna know why the bottle green
I'm something like them gulf niggas, I have seen a lot of green
Six hundred forty mill, about to play the lottery
A rich can't play twice, don't lie to me
Cause a donut trunking fish like they eye to me
Ain't no lemon spending this money, I'm bout it bought it B
I'm hoodie's new rapper's try to be
Every new nigga that say fire becomes a prodigy
And you should honor me, and my jersey up short
We got a situation, nigga Jordan's
You don't know about my occupation nor about fucking these hoes
Nor I rock these Loubrettons and smoke till it's stuck in my
toes
And I got your girl in the comfortable clothes
I'm 'bout to take her lower what's right a point than my nose
It's money gang bitch, now watch my company blow
And go from a hot logo to something you know
I'm in that Maseratti, Jordan's punching the floor
And you can act like you don't nigga, but...
Even I'm going too fast, I'm doing too much
Shine it down all the time when I'm in the club
Yea, I'm always in the zone
Chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on
Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast
Going so fast, see, going so fast
Going too fast, so fast
Going too fast
God speed, it's like going too fast
So fast
Yea, I'm always in the zone
Chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on
Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast
God speed
Going too fast
God speed, God speed
Said I'm going too fast, so fast
104.The Drill
Damn, thank God momma son made it at twenty three
Still remembering a struggle hidden deep in me
Momma gone, ain't no single daddy memory
I became my own man the age of seventeen
Trying make this money flip like it's a trampoline
I was hard headed, grandfather diabetic
I was trying do it big, like I was Faith Evans
Praying to the heavens, I can see my daughter smile
Know she watching now that daddy rip this record down
Know I love you baby, tell my God I said whatup'
And know I seen em' just meeting ends, so my family up
I should pray harder, instead I tote a pistol
Speed dollar killers running if I ever whistle
Real nigga, that's just my genetics
Hustle hard got my money doing calisthenics
I stretch paper, every dollar bill
Niggas cry tears, when I see my first meal (First Meal)
Bad bitch with' me bet she know the drill
Bad bitch with' me bet she know the drill
Bad bad bitch with' me bet she know the drill
I gotta' bad bitch with' me, and she know the drill
And she know my ex, X pill
She only listen to me, Ace, and Meek Mill
I told her tat my name on it, so I know it's real
She know the value of a dollar bill
She know how real or fake them counterfeit hunded's feel
She know the difference between Derrick Rose and D-Wade
She know the difference between being broke and stayin', paid
She know the difference between vuve and spades
She know the difference between warrants and raves
Never confuse when talkin' Glocks and dem' K's
Show her the shoe, she put a number on dem' J's
Like, it dem' is cool grays
I'm like, dem' is cool shades
I'm like, dem' is Spike Lee's
She like, yeah schooldays
And she bang the documentary still
Said that motherfucka' cold, yeah, Buffalo Bill
I ain't never ran from nobody, and I never will
Lunch time on these niggas, cause' I'm on my second meal
I just dropped a mixtape, lookin' like my second deal
Club live thirty bottles, and I'm on my second bill
And I be gettin' high as my electric bill
Ask bout' me in the hood, they say I'm extra real
Cause' ain't nobody never rob me, I ain't never squeal
And ain't nobody never try, my niggas love to kill
Ridin' round with' chuck, but it ain't a game though
My black wall niggas, told me you a lame though
The block got a beam on it, like Kano
But man it took some lemon squeeze's, just to split your mango
My down bitch, never count to counterfeit
Cause' you know the real from fake, I had to learn some shit
Before I ever thought of rap, I had a pound to get
And the piece is steel, I never thought I see a mill
105.Hit The J
That Marry Jane
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
Don't want an undefeated title, don't want my chain
Don't want that new kid red, bitch, is money gain
See that red Maserati, niggers know it's gay
Drive that bitch down road screens and blow the brains
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that hoe insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she always pay.
Got a squad full chicks, they ain't dropping names
They all call like the get up play for Notre Dame
What's the next？ Gotta dig ins, yea, that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating on the kitten, I'll be
picking out
Never take her out to crustaceans and the in and out
Just like that Charlie Shay, nigga goin' in 'er mouth
She do everything 'xcept smoke that mean let a nigger poke
That mean she be off the coke like players centerfolds
Swear to God she a potent man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that dope
man
That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
Hit these bitches in my face, I'm blind up
And when I'm stepping in the place, we'll be calling up
Fourteen bottles of Ace, models showing up
I tell 'er, homie right that down, and we gon roll it up
It's Friday and she ain't got shit to do
And we ain't got shit to do
So umm, what's good with you？
Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigger Randall
I know she ain't trying to hit that
Different chains, different lokes
Different days, different strokes.
I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, squeeshes in them life styles
Bitches in the white house, red Camarro piped out.
I'll be iced out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in that black hen
That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG cush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)
106.Mean Muggin
Walk up in the club with the million dollar is on
Swing her side to side, like my head long
Feeling like Tucci in this small fucker
Eyes Japanese, blowing sushi in this motherfucker
No true religions, just levi, come on down to the ski hive
Your bitch love to play soft ball, I let her ballin' knee high
She ride the dick like yee-haw
She don't fuck with no cowboys
I beat it up like I'm he-man
She love fuckin' them key men
And after I score I do the saucer and then
Victor Cruz is in that Phantom
Drop the antenna
I think I see some haters in here
I think I see some haters in here
Caught the ratch (dawg)
(Dawg) Cause them niggas still mean muggin'
Nigga what you lookin' at？
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
What you lookin' at？
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
Bitch, whatcha lookin' at？
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
Man, that shit don't even mean nothin'
Yea, they mean muggin', the 3D version
Ball in your face like Pee Wee Herman
Jack of all trades, no ace of spades
But I got a ace in my twenty ounces Gatorade
Shake that, shake that, shake it then pour it
I have me a threesome, round four something
Asta la vista, grid storm freezer
Automatic weapon, chopper had a seizure
Fire. Snap back through your snap back
Ran out of room and my trunks all need a hash back
How you niggas leaking？
Hope you niggas listenin'
Big money talk. Why you niggas whisperin'？
Cause them niggas still mean muggin'
(Dawg) Nigga what you lookin' at？
You nigga still mean muggin'
(Dawg) What you lookin' at？
You nigga still mean muggin'
(Dawg) Bitch, whatcha lookin' at？
You nigga still mean muggin'
(Dawg) Man, that shit don't even mean nothin'
Roll up in the club like a owner's motherfucka'
Old niggas kicking jeans I'm like pawning motherfucka'
Hoes wipe me down, Little Boosty in this motherfucka'
Rolling that Lili, Fuji's in this motherfucka'
I say Lili, Carmelo in this motherfucka'
Shorty wanna puff, J Lo in this motherfucka'
High rollers bank stop, tattoos, tank tops
Bad news, thanks pop, you mean fool lamb chops
You know I run my city, please believe that
Got that work with them canines on rehab
Niggas licking up their face, we go eye in that
Get Rob Cole game, he gon let you buy it back
(Dawg) Cause them niggas still mean muggin'
Nigga what you lookin' at？
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
What you lookin' at？
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
Bitch, whatcha lookin' at？
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
Man, that shit don't even mean nothin'
107.Yonkers Freestyle Base
I'm a motherfucking father of faggots
Plus I'm a motherfucking bag it father
Plus I'm a fucking faggot that fucks your maths off till I'm
fucking your asthma proper
And that's a drastic motherfucker karma so pop an acid tap
Cause that's exactly let's hope that you fucking faggot, you
punk
To the fucking state on this cover by these fucking magazines
All perked in our basements, the conscious thing that nothing
matters
And you're wasted and smack the fuck out Rihanna
Guess that's what you get for your slap persona
That's what the world wants, a girl cut the talks about how much
I'm about to blow my motherfucking brains out
Because it's cool, cause it's true, plus I want someone to
fucking listen
And this is pretty much the only way you'll pay attention
Which is retarded if you think about it. But why think about it？
Why just knock it off your rock and fuckin' drink and shout out
What's wrong with the world so you can learn some shit you think
is outlet
Slit your wrist to it, listen to Chris' music
Keep pumpin' your fuckin' fist to this bullshit
Piss on the flag that has nurtured you
Offend your rights, persecute, do some dumb shit
Loose on the run from the fuckin' law that shoot your guns at
Cause you're the fuckin' gangster you planned to be aren't you？
It's fuckin' dangerous and harmful for just one statement of
lawsuite
This money in Bakers paint at a cross sheet
But that's not gonna make us remorse
108.Death Penalty
For not being who you claim
You get found guilty
2 counts of bein lame
You get found guilty
The Charge of fuckin up the game
You get found guilty
Real niggas sentence you
Dead Penalty
Uhhh
Lets get back to this real shit
We ride no pump breaks
Errbody takin like they the shooters
Mann I ain't goin for them pump fakes
These niggas is crump cakes
Wish they would say some snake
Get banged on like the treble makes
The dumb mistake tryin to jumpin with blake
These niggas in my lane
Lob city in these streets
Jesus piece on my chain
need God with me in these streets
I went through hell to get to where heaven is
Lucy in that red dress lookin devilish
Scale a 1 to 10 she lookin elevenish
If she ain't ridin shotty AK 47 is
Shorty came to me when she left her man
I looked at her and said you sumthin else
But the best way to get over sumbody
Is gettin under sumone else
On that note I'm in that 1,2,3 pin that
Baby tellin me I'm the best I b yellin I been that
In the club half a pill and a full clip
Get a deal on a Rose no bullshit
There goes ghost
I'm in that mothafucka like pacman
Niggas talkin about robin I ain't goin for that batman
King of diamonds like super Sunday
100 thou for that lap dance
See straight thorugh you pussy niggas
I call that a cat scan
And on that note we in here
Pink coroc pronto
My gun throw bullets like payton manning
My chic walk around wit that bronco
Extend the clip in that conso
2 mill for that condo
We gon shot for that green
I ain't talkin no rondo
Nigga tryin to say that I ain't a G
I point it at him said you sumthin else
See these basketballs wife all around my table？
We bout to swim through em like Mike phelps
now pop open that tin pac
Your life savings I spend that
Niggas fan of my instagram
Beggin me for their bitch back
Sendin treats to my B M
Tryin to hack my email
Niggas wisperin to themselves
All huddled up like females
Your bitch about to be detailed
I ain't sparin no details
She choked up like Sprewell
I drop her off in the v12 (niceeee)
Ridin around wit that Houston rocket
Keep all that of that Jeremy lin shit in yo pocket
I'm goin back to cali
I'm goin back to cali
I'm out of drank and dro so I'm goin back to cali
I need pints by the cases for this bag of big faces
Couple pounds of that kush I ain't the only one getting wasted
Smoke a lil, sell the rest Ima hustla baby
gotta Invest get mine plus interest
you niggas still ain't winiing yet
I just sold my 4th bentley
Then I got that photo porche
Bout to switch it up for the summa
Thinkin bout that electric hummer
Strapped up got extra armor
in case a hatin nigga wanna play
everythang I rep a 100
you could check my resume
they don't make em like me no more
They don't make a miss t no more
I don't see too many G's
I jus see a bunch of CP 4's
Lets get back to that real shit
That Pac BIG that UGk kinda trill shit
East West and the South
If you see a fake nigga point em out (point em out)
109.Bottles And Rockin J S (Remix)
Ayo Game, what they do boy
It's DJ Khaled
I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6？s on
I'm all about gettin' money
I love glorifying my hard work
Poppin' bottles
Shit them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We The Best
Ayo Game. Red Nation
All I know is bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do
And make somebody have to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don't really give a f-ck if it's your record
And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh
See the way I coming, how I do the game, church
Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse
Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles
on the chiller
Kill em with another verse
Everybody see the way I be going and going
How I do it
Niggas the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do
We knowing how I be banging
And every sheet that I get
All the heat I be packin;
And I show it off
With all this money you know where I'm heading
And I'm gonna get the Jordan's the patent 11 leathers
They really banging all the way down to the ？
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting
And I kill em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppin
And we pop bottles and we rock J's, see me reppin
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
Don't be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up
Probably feelin' models up
Let me wrap a bottle up
Let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up
Bitches, I'm gettin money, bottles and rocking chains
Money like I'm LeBron, my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, 60g's a month
50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia
Bitches snortin' blow, f-ckin fast and cookin' dope
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller that Chopard
My new bitches must menage I'm a G
Bottles and rockin' J's
Smokin' and sippin' Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie
Heated up like I'm Wade
Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekends
Jordan's Monday through Friday especially when I'm freakin
Them cool grey's, thats Monday
Them Space jams thats Tuesday
That Spike Lee's on Wednesday
23 in my Benz eh
You know I love them 6？s especially on my bitches
13？s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday
And Friday I aint lying, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven
Red Bone pussy poppin' on my black and red 11？s
Patent leather when I step in
You know what I'm reppin'
It's S double-O, W Double-O
Black number 4？s I aint get it from the store, Buss know
That all I know is
I put footprints in them couches
I put so much in my two step
Put on for my city, I aint got no choice but to rep
I put straight shots in they hair
Make pretty girls, do the ugly face
And they just my song on
Move back I need dougie space like ay, ay
Then its right back to my muggin' face
Niggas saying put the weed out
BBM, you buggin face
We walked in, want somethin', bottles pop like we won some'n
Raise a glass for err'ybody that's done something from nothin'
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargo's and J's on, they let sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my shit
Stop playin, Youtube
But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo
And I'm smokin' on that purp
Sippin' on that purp
I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk
And we aint bout all that talkin', you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans
Got a scope on the barrell that's a hammer with a camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don't know nothing but bitches and gettin money
Blood gang kill a nigga in public
Young Tunechi
Shoot a nigga ass up then it's Deuces
Head shots that f-cking vest is so useless
Yeah, yo chuck, f-ck these niggas
You know who Piru？
Killer bees nigga
110.Tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home with me
baby)
I said I do I do I do I do I do, you know I do
Red Phantom, peanut butter guts, Winnie the Pooh
You know I got that honey with me, playboy bunny with me
She got a kind heart, always acting funny with me
Said she far from perfect but I love her though
And would love her even if she was an undercover hoe
Notice she killin' that thang fo' me, notice she movin' her ass
She got kids but that's the past, took my hand and took my glass
I ain't focused on the flaws, I'm just focused on the draws
I compliment her rather that I don't get no pussy at all
She love the niggas that rat, she hate the niggas that ball
I'm 'bout to have a casting quarter
We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home with me
baby)
How many women in the club got a one to five？
Ain't had a break in days, know you need that glass of Spades
Girl you know I got it for you, know I got more than one
And we gon make that nigga jealous when that photo done
So take that picture girl, just make sure you smile
And text your babysitters, you know we gon be a while
And we can do whatever, go to MIA and chill
You try to travel state with him, I bet you never will
But hell na, he ain't tryna lose you cause the head is real
And all he wanna do is go in circles like the ferris wheel
That nigga sellin' dreams, I got a better deal
So girl come with me
We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home with me
baby)
Fuck with me cause I don't that all these bottles for you
Baby fuck with me cause I'm blowin' all these money on you
Baby fuck with me cause I don't that all these bottles for you
Baby fuck with me cause I'm blowin' all these money on you
We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days (blowin' all these money on you)
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight (We gon meet some ladies
tonight)
We gon meet some ladies tonight (We gon meet some ladies
tonight)
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home with me
baby)
I said you're comin' home with me babe
So fuck that nigga
I said you're comin' home with me babe
So fuck that nigga
Tonight, tonight yea
So fuck that nigga
111.Greystone
Wake up in the morning, feeling like a g
Got them number 42s on my feet
And the lakers just beat the heat
Clippers beat the knicks, think it's bout to be a good week
Yeah I'm rich forever, you know I got them good seats
Now let's hit up grey stone get our fucking ace on
Know I'm in the vip, throwing back straight ' tron
Goons with me case we gotta get our fucking ape on
Niggas play superman, better have that cape on
My niggas pop up out of nowhere, stay...
But I'm cooling... play them drake songs,
And bring it back to the west side, play them a songs
Cause little mama know, we're only in here for one night
A week though, and watch out for them wolves
Dressed in them sheep clothes
She don't really club, but I bet that ass a freak, though
We're only in here for one night, a week though,
We're only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a... wish I had a...
Wish I had a... wish I had a...
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
You know you... me, before I had that
She wanna body off, I'll be her new addition
She play for louis vuitons, must be her true religion
Now I'm looking for... or somebody with a body like china
China？ the one from king of diamonds who designed them
I call her... ferrari's on her birthday
And I'ma make sure everyday is like the first day
She want another round, fuck it to another round
I don't just beat the pussy, I... to the ground
Everyday another girl in another town
I don't just beat the pussy, I... to the ground
We're only in here for one night, a week though,
We're only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a... wish I had a...
Wish I had a... wish I had a...
Sunday night, grey stone, neck full of gray stones
Staring at the crowd, trying to see who I'ma take home
Game... I be on the champagne
Bitches all around us, trying to watch us do the damn thang
... chicks like, oh he back, welcome to my house party
Og, roll it back,... keep a few loaded...
Bitch sneakers showing out, real niggas nodes that
California lifestyle, fucking with my nigga chuck
... young chris, nigga what, all we know is get to it
Stack high live it up, fucking with that grey stone
Everybody get them up, yeah
We're only in here for one night, a week though,
We're only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a... wish I had a...
Wish I had a... wish I had a...
112.Pussy Money Weed
Look momma, I'm a chiefer, smoking on a reefer
I know you say you can't suck dick but I'm a teach ya
Bad lil bitch, yea I think that I'm a keep 'er
And she can't miss school so I fuck 'er on the bleacher
Got the models on deck, got them hoes in check
All these bitches know my name so my pull gettin' wet
I'll be rollin' rollin' rollin', off that potion we be bongin'
We be smokin', we be joinin' till they keep their party goin'
I'll be high, I'll be low, you try to row a bitch, let's go
If you did not put men on my weed then you can hit my jawn
(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)
And all bitched branded
Tatted on the pussy, Jordan's and some spandex
Rolling up the cookie, please understand that she tryna fuck me
but I'm a make 'er fuck my man now
Poppin' bottles like new year's eve and we standin' on the couch
screamin' pussy money weed
In the club blowin' trees so these bitches wanna leave
And she ain't even trippin', daddy spendin' on her weed
Yea, and all my bitches they exotic
It's a party in her mouth and I'm her nuts so I'm invited
I will suck it, I will bite it, I will fucking start a riot
Got that cush in my pocket and I'm selling like a parent ah
Fuck, it's Miley Cyrus
Who the fuck is Miley Cyrus？
It's a party at the crib and it's private
(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)
Ah, that's all I know about in this lifestyle
Put a dollar on a pussy and I wipe it down
Cool motherfuckaz, we don't tolerate clowns
We in this young life, care less, smoke rounds
Below homie Steve I hang 'er with a pou'
The bed call me Game, hold that shit down
I'm 'bout to get this motherfucka game a new song
Fuckin' relief, they don't know I'm with the fam
Ridin' 'round in my city
Smoked out I'm driftin'
Everybody, brother, sister, cousins chases fuckin' bailin'
That bitch fuckin', she guilty
I ride that and get filthy
We hop by so get liftin'
I smoke strong, that shit will be a Simpsons boy
And young boys get offended boy
Me, I'm just handlin' this grown man Dennis boy
(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)
113.Gone Ahead
DTP
Another Game and Luda collaboration,
Raw and uncut,
coming to your local radio station,
parental discretion is advised,
lets go,
Move Biatch, get out the way (Luda)
Thats what I was banging when she hopped inside the Escalade,
outta control like a Nascar driver,
give it a ditch, she figure it out like MacGuyver,
I take a b-tch to the motel and give it some henn,
if we aint got no more I mix the juice and Gin,
(The Game)
spend more on my rims then I do a b-tch,
watching nipples get hard when I hit a dip,
when I'm in a Bentley, I got a different flock of hoes,
and they blow like the wind thats down in Chicago,
Never choose em, I f-cking lose em,
you aint down with that lil mama, get your shoes in,
get the f-ck out the truck, holla when its time for some action,
i sub a new bitch in the game like Phil Jackson,
put em in the hole like Kobe I let em blow me,
but this b-tch star hopping she must not know me,
If you aint f-cking with me,
I'm gonna give Luda some p-ssy (x3)
(Hehe, Luda)
If you aint f-cking with me,
I'm gonna give Game some p-ssy (x3)
Okay, Yeah
Im quick to let a b-tch know,
Get low and bounce that ass like a 6-4
Bend over and touch your toes,
and make your whole body stretch like Oprah's clothes,
hey, haaa
and get down with the programme,
cos I stay in between like tosan,
put your legs up, and lets see if you can catch some fly balls
when I'm yelling out heads up, whoa,
I hit it over the fence,
I got a closet full of purp like I'm over with prints,
hey, lets smoke, put it where the birds fly,
rims so big, ya n-gga got a birds eye,
Game what you wanna do？
I got the gage, the uzi and my muthaf-cking 22,
and Im feeling like a trillion bucks,
but hold up and let me see how this brazilian sucks,
Luda,
Ha,
Hey man, you hoes is killing me man,
Just cos i ain't f-cking with you, you gonna give somebody else
your p-ssy, see thats your problem, y'all giving it away too
easy,
your stock is plummeted dammit,
Game press the start button on these hoes man,
press pause when you want to,
restart,s top, hehe,
its too easy, they wanna get greasy,
Luda,
Westcoast,
dirty south,
It's what it is!
114.Now That I'm Paid
Now that I'm paid...
Whoooo
Ridin' in a cab, but I'm dreaming on a slab
15 ounces at a time, pussy nigga, do the math
10 ice chains, prince like James
The day I made a stack in the trap, my life changed
Y'all rides swingers, we ride daytons
It don't matter where you from, haters stay hatin'
Keep the windows tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flows is major
Started with a crumb, and turned it to a brick
They were calling me a bum, my turn, I'm the shit
Razor flip things, age of 15 (hello!)
Parked the Chevy in that thing, glaze like Kris Kreme
Rolls on the wrist when the shows ain't exist
Now my money long enough to put my foes on a 6 (Bawse!)
I pull up front to the club with my doors to the sky
(Now that I'm paid)
I shut down the malls like a boss, 'cause I gotta be fly
(Now that I'm paid)
I've got all the bottles I want, bottles I want to hit
I'm a do it 'cause I've got all this money
Nobody gon' stop it (now that I'm paid)
Army medal on the burgundy Ghost, fuck what it cost
Umbrellas in the doors, Audemars in the dash
Wale in that Ferrari, but that Phantom on his ass
We gon' spend this money, it's whatever, let them things pop
Kids gon' be alright 'cause Daddy invested in wingstop
Money and residuals comin' like it's a ritual
Drinking this liquid money, them bottles gon' be invisible
Fuck the rest of you petty cash niggas, I'm invincible
Glocks identical, remove niggas from the physical
Smokin' that dual exhaust, flossin', fuckin' them haters
And finger fucking the waitress while sipping this Ace Of Spades
I'm throwin' money for nothin', Hawaiian kush I be puffin'
Sharin' hoes with my crew while these other niggas be cuffin'
Know she love that money game, stay fuckin' with double M
Think a nigga about to put her in that bubble Benz
Don't let the devil in!
Fuck these niggas, we got all these hoes
(We got all these hoes)
All this money, let me put you on
(All this money in my hand)
115.Skate On
Lupe and me, rap about we
2010 infinity
Where the Almighty know, well alrighty then
I'm all mighty ho call me mighty Joe Quinn
With Josephine Baker in the Benz
On them shiny toes, glass slipper niggas with your Cinderalla
chins
I'm a shark in the water, you see my flippers and my fins
The pool is my palace go and send them niggas in
Rockstar, lets take the Bentley for a swim
I run the world take your hood to the gym
Stretch it all out, get it all thin
Back on my fat shit get it all again
Rap on my back bitch, hip hop on my brim
You think you're high now
Well thy style's no higher than my eyebrows, this should be a
sin
Cleanse, flow clear kinda like how air look
Or like a Cinderella pair look
Or like Cinderella barefoot
No matter how many ankles of crews
The moral of the story： you can't fill my shoes
Lu!
(Mass murderer!)
And in the last verse from Lupe, touche
Ferrari drop top, but it came with a toupee
Niggas say they got cars like us, but do they？
Rap Phantoms, pack tannoms and strippers from
Atlanta, ménage à trois let em fuck, I watch, stay on
My j-o, only when I'm punchin' the clock, up
On the block, everything mine, I stay on my grind
Chasin' dollar signs, bumpin' Nas, it's halftime
And I'm the G-A, money signs its easy nigga, don't
Want shit for free but weezy nigga, load the Glock up
Cops pop up, you can go to Iraq, take all the straps
Come back and couldn't stop us, Aston with the
Top jush, paint job, rock dust, hand with what I got
In the trunk will get us all locked up, so fuck niggas
And I'm talkin' from behind the trigga, now come
Get a nigga, cus I'm of niggas
Hatin' on me, you wastin' your time
Nigga wanna kill me？ Then go and stand in that line
Kill that shit, I ain't tryna hear that shit
(Gun cocking) I know you hear that shit
So nigga
Skate on, skate on (Whatchu gon do？)
Skate on, skate on (Lupe tell em nigga)
S-S-Skate on, skate on
Me and my niggas tryna stay on, skate on
Usually wake up early like them Philly niggas
In the weed spot rolling kush A-R go get Philly nigga
First smoke a not, we swimming it hard rock
We push it out all spots 'till they get us up off blocks
Straight for the bout(？) pots, then bag it in in Banglocks
Watch for the top cops cus we nourish our own crops
Smoke it like blood clops, inside of the drug spot
Will take em to Van Gundy, big man on the block
Don't worry bout my residentials or my credentials
My flow will cocktail, through a Def Jam window
That's for Shekyan, I'm the rapper niggas fear
No need for Craig Mack to kick the flava in ya ear
Keep the Lambo in fifth gear, catch me on a sunny
Day, paint drippin' like Lil Weezy in Baby tears
King of LA I think I made it clear, ain't nobody outselling 5
It's a Eminem or Dre n shit
Now I've been rappin' for 9 years, 4 months
45, 46, 47 seconds, I was Doctor Dre's weapon
Had the option to stay and kept swerving
Make some rookie mistakes but so did Kyrie Irving
If Fifty was Lebron on a bad night, or Floyd Mayweather
When many packi out did his jab right, I fucked a
Bad bitch but that was last night, and I ain't gon' say
No names but she was singing and her ass tight
This year I'm gettin' my cash right, 30 years old
Let Drake or Soulja Boy live fast life, who ever said
The Game wack, change that, (be)fore the thing claps
Niggas fucked up rap, I bought the flame back
Couple albums later, still the same cat, and my P-O
Only motherfucker thinkin' that I ain't strapped
Next time you doubt me, I'mma have my accountin' down
Southny, we can do this rap shit without me
I'm out G, and if 2011 Audi, 22' Pirelli
Oils up like the Saudi's, bout to pick new broad from the hotel
Yo Pharrell, let em know
116.When My Niggas Come Home
Ain't no other nigga here real as my dude
He used to throw money like this (whew!)
Honey what ya lookin' at？ Ain't no need to guess it
Stand over here, you about to be a legend
When my nigga comes home
We gon' party til six in the mon'
When my nigga come home
We gon' pop champagne 'til it's gone
I tell you, when my nigga come home
We gon' celebrate!
Lobster, shrimp, Roscoes and steak
When my nigga come home
He can have any damn thing that he want
I got a nigga locked up for about a knot of money
He did nine years, be home before I finish this blunt
I just bought a ounce of skunk
Me and my nigga bout to go hard, like when LeBron dunk
We ridin' high, like southern niggas in the dump
Errybody and they mama know UGK in the trunk
(What's in the backseat？) North Cadillac freaks
And the shit we be smokin' could melt the Mac off they cheeks
Then we headed to that magic city, he ain't seen no ass and
titties
In about a decade, these hoes about to get paid
They took him to the back, I ain't seen his ass in two hours
Two time felon taken a shower in the motherfuckin' strip club
Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out
Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out
When my nigga come home, that's on everything I got him
You know why？ Cause we was like that, and we came from the
bottom
You know how many bitches I was mad that I took
Cause I couldn't throw up the hood, the police had me shook
And all he wanted was a super head's book
So I sent it cause I meant it, now the clothes is for crooks (？)
And ya girl？ She fine as a motherfucker
Told you she cheated on you？ She was lyin' like a motherfucker
When you went in, we was dreamin' about the tre
Now it's four door flyin' spur, with Killafornia plates
Remember when we was in the spot, writin' to them Dre beats？
Now I'm fuckin' with some nerds, chattin' with Skateboard P
Remember when we was hard
Sayin' to each other nothin' ripppin' us apart
Now a nigga ballin' and you sittin' in the yard
But you comin' home to the Ferrari and a card, max that
motherfucker out
Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out
Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out
One thing you can count on when you touch down
You gon' have it all, laid out, everything is paid out
Comin' home eventually, in the penitentiary
The homies like to mention me, cause I looks out essentially
Big Reese Cup, J Dog and Trey-D
Young Joe Dog, Scotty Boy, NYC
(？)
Blue put me on the set, nigga, it's twenty Crips
My cousin' Flip been locked up for twenty five
And Trey-Lo？ He's a real twenty-Crip for life
And if I mention your name, you know the business cuz
When you get it, you know we livin' it up
Inhale, inhale
Blow it out, blow it out
117.It Must Be Tough
Chorus：
It must be tough, seeing your boys doing the same shit
Ride around in things that you can't get!
With the windows down, puffing like it ain't shit
It must be tough, it must be tough
Seeing the glam from a
Seeing twenty looking dangerous
Everybody the same shit
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!
It must be tough watching a nigger ball like
My cause is all yellow, my broads is all yellow!
What's wrong with you, fellows？
You're fucking off my energy
Used to be my ace, now you're wasting my Hennessy.
The remedy for haters is crack tables in Vegas
That cracking getting I'm stacking that paper baby
Maybe I should get a maybe, or maybe I should baby
My cash money is crazy, I crashed my Mercedes.
And bought me a Ferrari, the license plates say sorry
The inside is safari, you think
When the sun hit that bitch, land on my wrist..
you better keep your arm on your bitch, man, or you will ..
And it's insane, man!
Your bitch gonna make it rain
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Chorus：
It must be tough, seeing your boys doing the same shit
Ride around in things that you can't get!
With the windows down, puffing like it ain't shit
It must be tough, it must be tough
Seeing the glam from a
Seeing twenty looking dangerous
Everybody the same shit
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!
I brush them haters off, like fuck out of here
Open my garage, pull that Porsche truck lout of here
Like fuck out of here, I'm
I'm jump in my doing like
I'mma ride it, yeah, I'm a roller, bitch!
I might be doing
I get money with the players, they're ducking and dug
For my bread, bring the cause they're sick on the..
Acting like I don't get it, act it like I don't hustle
Acting like I don't get it, acting like I don't rustle
..you wonder where I be, acting like I don't trust you
fuck you, next time I see you, I cut you!
..cause last I hunt you, I felt the negative energy
Nigger I could have snuffed you!
Buy a hater cause I'm feeling like Jedi
Nigger, we gonna make it!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Ten, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!
Count it up!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Ten, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!
How many cars we got, nigger？
Thousands, thousands!
How many cribs we got, nigger？
Thousands, thousands!
How many whores we got, nigger？
Thousands, thousands!
How many times we told ya？
Thousands, thousands!
How many we got, nigger？
Thousands, thousands!
How many guns we got, nigger？
Thousands, thousands!
How many haters we got, nigger？
Thousands, thousands!
Damn, it must be tough!
Chorus：
It must be tough, seeing your boys doing the same shit
Ride around in things that you can't get!
With the windows down, puffing like it ain't shit
It must be tough, it must be tough
Seeing the glam from a
Seeing twenty looking dangerous
Everybody pay the same shit
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!
118.She Want To have My Baby
Everybody fucking Amber Rose
Is the pussy good？ Only Kanye and Cameron knows
And who this Tammy ho？ Telling her me and Tre are shooting a
video
In a month and she can get a cameo
SMH. TTM. Five star
We be em. LOL, hi my BBM ain't got my BBM
Louis Vuiton he be in, Tron got him easy
And my money ain't young, ask my nigga Little Weezy ＆ em
I keep one rolled like Wiz Khalifa ＆ em
Got some college hoes that wanna smoke a Swisher Sweet with him
They ain't no Lauren Londons but they got that Meagan Goode
They use that photo shot to get their ass above the hood
And it's all good when us niggas mayne
I said it's all good cause I am a triggerman
Yeah, she said she wanna have Jayceon kid
I told that bitch you better off with Jason Kidd
I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch who give a fuck, I made it
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
Who tryna have my baby？
She said she wanna have my baby
Tryna have my baby
How many bitches in the club just trying to fuck a platinum
rapper
Poking microscopic holes into the magnum wrappers
Hopping on the dick but I ain't throwing carrots at ya
You ain't gonna Worldstar me, I ain't your average rapper
You drinking all the Goose ＆ bitch I ain't fittna pay
You don't look like your Twitter avatar any way
Bitch you look like an Avatar anyway
And that's the same bitch that was stalking Fab, ain't it Tre？
And this is how I know you giving free head
If you was getting paid the bottom of your shoe would be red
But it ain't, she claiming she a saint
But as soon as she sees Dwight she going hard in the paint
Girlfriend-type you wanna take home
Throw a little Drake on, it really shouldn't take long
Then she told me she want me ＆ Tre Songz
I told that bitch 'strip, and start singing all Tre's songs'
I do it cause they love it
If you hated bitch fuck cause I made it
I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
I am trying to have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
I am trying to have my baby
You look much better than your friend
Just for the night let me be your boyfriend
With that baby, let's go
Ain't no sense in waiting on me
Nobody that I know, they don't be debating on it
They gon' say we did it, even though we didn't
I'mma play cool, interviews, say I didn't
Mr steal your girl!
Looking for your girl ？
Looking for a night out and they both came back to me
If you jump up in the club go on, clap for me
119.Come Up
(Ft. Drake ＆ Lifestyle)
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin' good, go ahead and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin' good, go ahead and throw ya one up
Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
I'm like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
I'm like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
My nigga funeral Fab told be back in '03
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and
trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
And I know I promised my niggas I'd never leave the block
But, shit changes
I done been through 6 Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick fingas
Throwin' bullets on par with the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, like, ain't nobody jackin' me
Before you do, you be layin' in a box
While Jay kiss that ass goodbye, Mwuah, Lox
First shot, leave the niggas in shock
That second shot, that's when that body drop (Ya heard me？)
And niggas still askin' 'bout Detox
I'll tell you if you tell me who killed Pac
Aight then, I'm at this Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson
The way he's stickin', and movin' the knife, Floyd might win
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin' good, go ahead and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin' good, go ahead and throw ya one up
Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
I'm like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
I'm like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
Testarossa, keep an extra toaster
It's Hub city's finest, they respect the most
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tiger do that
Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I'm in Toronto, Demar got a condo
Sittin' courtside with Drake, Hector and Rondo
Bitches know my name, it's Lifestyle, she fuck with that
Dick too big, like my lifestyle, you fuck with that？
Poppin' champagne, we do the damn thing
Standin' on the couches, Money Gang, that's the campaign
B？ in my pocket, Obama on my wrist
At the Ronald Reagan airport, yeah, I'm on my shit
Louis Vuitton luggage, peanut butter with the red wheels
Started when the RED Album dropped, yeah, I'm gettin' head still
In the club, lookin' past you niggas
These bitches gas them niggas, Drizzy, ask them niggas
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin' good, go ahead and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin' good, go ahead and throw ya one up
Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
I'm like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
I'm like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now？
120.Cats And Dogs
Verse 1
Uhuh, I need a gangster bitch
N＊gga I ain't lyin, Im talkin when I fuck
She scream you need silence
No domestic violence (violence)
Just domestic diamonds
So lemme ice you out
So when you slidin down the pole
Doin your Magic City thing
Yo neck and wrist glow
Im dreamin, she ain't a stripper, she a classy girl
Goin off that Patron, she my nasty girl
First name, Rachael, last name Jones
You related to Nas, girls, Queens my second home
You know.... we can tear it up
Weekend in Cannes, then we comin to America
...She love that Gucci, never been to ATL
But she love that Gucci
Brrr! She taught me how to cook cage
And I taught her how to cook crack
And I chopped it on her back
Now tell me where they do that
Verse 2
I put her on a Greyham
She know she better stay down
Ride and die like my Bentley
Man this bitch will never break down
She my bustin baby, you should see her bust a tre pound
Love Roc-A-Fella so much, she won't even call me Jay now
She roll my weedman, like she my wingman
Then we get high, play Tiger Woods on that weed damn
Love is for a season, haters 365
And the game Cats and Dogs, keep your bitch by your side
Got a hardtop Lambo, when the rain start to pour
Not the rain outside, talkin the rain indoors
Her girlfriend told her, that I was creepin with a stripper
Told her I was courtside, watchin the wack ass Clippers
Bitch please! Im a Laker fan and Kobe thats my n＊gga
Keep my grass cut so I can see when the snake slith her
Shit, came out of no where like Khloe and Lamar
Kinda got a n＊gga thinkin maybe Im..
Verse 3
I let her drive the Range on our first date
She the first one to put me on that Drake mixtape
'I just wanna be successful baby'
Take you out the Hudson jeans and redress you baby
We can walk down Rodaeo, turn around, you on Melrose
Fly to New York in the winter and try on some Timbos
Or we can hit South Beach, fuck with Ross and Timbo
The world is cherry pond, and we can slice it up like Kimbo
You cook the rock, I break it down
I wrap it up, you weigh them pounds
I make the car, you start the car
We can drive it out of town
Im your nigga right？ And you my bitch (Yea..)
Even if they lock me up, she gon get them brakes there
And when we get tired, we hit the truck stop and sit there
And zip my 501's and she gon put her lips there
The memoirs of a perfect bitch
You gotta hold them down even if its..
121.The Logo
Tell them hoes I go by Mr. Spades now
Lifestyle, Mele, MWSMG yea
I'm in this bitch gettin' money like vodo
Cincinnati snap back, new era logo
I'm the new era's logo, I'm the boss, I'm the shit
New Bentley truck, never south as a bitch
Getting' lost in the wind, Chevy traffic on the rims
Got my bitch in that Benz, doin' 90 on the 10
I got 99 problems, not a motherfuckin' friend
See my niggas beat my niggas, we gon ride it to the end
In the club, blowin' them racks cause that space never cheap
We got three bottles a piece and we all got pizzas
When it come to all this money we divide it like pizza
When it comes to fuckin' hoes we gon slide 'em like Visas
Bitch I'm 'bout my paper check and heat blows in Geneva
Puerto Rican in Geneva and she got Ferrari features
Shittin' on you peones, then dine by those neon
Use to run the rock and bass like Dian
I'm in the Cincinnati gettin' money like vodo
Across the world, gettin' all this money
I can't get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin' up
I'm in the Cincinnati gettin' money like vodo
Across the world, gettin' all this money
I can't get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin' up
What you don't know is I be in that 4-door
And what you do know is I be in that hew blow
But what you should know is I be fuckin' shook hoes
In that cook oh anyway or any day
Twenty bottles of that Ace, twenty models in my face
Flew to Chicago for these J's
It was windy but hey
I ain't sleep outside from folks
I ain't sleep ouside for them tens
I'll sleep outside for the rest of my life if the rap shit don't
work out al'ight？
No ice on the nigga
Your wife on a nigga
You don't like no nigga？
Let me put the red light on a nigga
Bad bitch from France, she gon put them spikes on a nigga
Then we in New York sittin' next to spike on the niggas
But I'm rootin' for the Clippers
Getting' sued tryna move for them strippers
Keep the tool and nigga ain't gon slip up
Jack the Ripper, nigga ain't gonna slip up
Slow down, takin' your hoes down
Nigga we in your town, spillin' in some more now
Money Gang got tracks and spas
Guess you could say we the new Mo Towns
I'm lookin' for a bad bitch and she know what I want
Red vone and you better bring a friend
Why fight it in the front and you know I gotta stunt
Fuck the line, girl you know we gettin' in
I shut it down in my side of town
Fuck your girl when you're not around
She in love with my bank roll
She like the way I make her go (uuu)
Move around the city with a chick like J Lo
Fuckin' with a boss, baby everything paid fo'
Money Gang, MG be the logo
It's Atlas, B dub S if you don't know, dog
You only live once, yo lo
So I'm at the bar, takin' shots to the head, Miguel Cotto
Wrist froze like a person's pose for a photo
Big dog yard, you ain't allowed in here, Toto
We don't lose, only move for that money
If it ain't about that money I don't move rocks
Phantom on cruise, engine on the hood
Heavenly white paint job
Hater face look like he smelled a stink bomb
(Look at it) Got me feelin' like a ball playa
I don't play ball but I ball like a star playa
I'm a star hater, you know how I do
Swag super stupid, got a low IQ
Bottles in the air like we don't got a care
If you do it like we do it, baby hawl it if you hear
I'm in the Cincinnati gettin' money like vodo
Across the world, gettin' all this money
I can't get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin' up
I'm in the Cincinnati gettin' money like vodo
Across the world, gettin' all this money
I can't get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin' up
122.The Best Revenge
Baby it's mind over matter, don't fall for the low key dogs
Those have forsake it cause you're smart and you're beautiful
Success, good friends
The best revenge
All my park has got bigger and I've never been hearin'
Let 'em say whatever they want, they just want slower digits
Success (success), good friends (good friends)
The best (the best) revenge (revenge)
She bent over in that closet lookin' for them red bottoms
She know I like the pair with them spikes on
I mean that's all she rocket
She got that Louis rolled on, that thing satin
And you know that ass fat if I'm gon take the loss in this matin
yea
Don't stop, let me hit it from the front
Don't stop, let me hit it from the back
Hit it till you cum, hit it till you run
Use my tongue and fuck up your act
Now she ain't goin' nowhere for a while
IPhone ringin'？ That's ol' girl
Beat the pussy up, that's the hook right there
Bang on track no. 3 on that cold world
Never give a nigga problems
Got a nigga back like Sean Diddy Combs got Harlem
And she better than my niggas
It's like holdin' a nigga down
What's that？ You call it
Baby it's mind over matter, don't fall for the low key dogs
Those have forsake it cause you're smart and you're beautiful
Success, good friends
The best revenge
All my park has got bigger and I've never been hearin'
Let 'em say whatever they want, they just want slower digits
Success (success), good friends (good friends)
The best (the best) revenge (revenge)
Look at all them girls hatin'
Look at all them girls hatin'
Look at all them girls hatin' outside that club, in that line
waitin'
Cause she can't be you, she can't be Nicki, she can't be Kim
And we over here sippin' that Ace while you over there man cause
you sippin' that gin
How many shots do I take to get to your center？
Take 'er to the bathroom then I go in 'er
In 'er in 'er in 'er so far
I could see everything that she ate fo' dinner
Pop my car, hell yea, fuckin' righteous
Smart girl, she can give me brains all night
I'm a beat it up like a USC fight
Most time that I ever spent in 'er I liked
And a girl french, just al'ight
Keep fuck with them cause they ain't my type
Get them bags packed and meet me at the port
Grab the passport, I ain't tryna miss my flight
Baby it's mind over matter, don't fall for the low key dogs
Those have forsake it cause you're smart and you're beautiful
Success, good friends
The best revenge
All my park has got bigger and I've never been hearin'
Let 'em say whatever they want, they just want slower digits
Success (success), good friends (good friends)
The best (the best) revenge (revenge)
123.They Don't Want None
Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, popping like fuckle tags
Rappin' in Belize, Louis Vuitton duffle bags
Guess who home, my nigga Shyne
Straight out the brick house to a brick house
Money flowin' like it's Chris Dale
Shine on it swiss styles, I'm hood as Kid Styles
My Clair Bomber jacket perfect for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don't want none, release on the blood Glock
They here by, they go numb
Goin' plan no. 1 with the gang no. 2
Start track no. 3 back to ypee MV
(Gots the chill) While I stack a mill to the ceiling
Ten gangstas outside, meeting gangstas in the building
One nigga can't stop this motherfuckin' killin'
Hell on earth of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my children
Cowboys and Indians, motherfuck the pilgrims
Infiltrate my squad near every cat buildin'
(They don't want none)
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don't need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean？
(Let 'em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I'm)
We bringin' the fuck
Yo B, let 'em know
Money Gang uh
Fish out the cooker, bein' busy for the pussy
In the kitchen with the cook of blood yea, then you rough us
You fuckin' hookers, y'all a bunch of Ashton Kutcher's
With the finger tag backs, you ain't jackin' that
Yo Game, I'm laughin' at these cop who turned shote us
Imagine that, you're mad a fuckin' life happen at
You's the only one there, I swear
Stuck the blood clut cryin'
I'm in Belize with Game when these shots fired in this silence
Y'all motherfuckaz singin'
I've see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no kisses
Count clood to the ceilin'
George Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin' every cell they creepin'
County fuckin' with me, I'm the best livin'
(They don't want none)
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don't need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean？
(Let 'em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I'm)
We bringin' the fuck
Yo B, let 'em know
Money Gang uh
Check it, what the blood clot？
Nigga blood got Ferrari's and Lambo's parked outside the drug
spot
Survived five shots, you know that
When bitch niggas died, they cried
Cause they had to pay for that
Payers took it, where the blow at？
I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I'm 'bout
to blow that
They don't make real niggas where you from
Sick 45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows
come
Talk shit？ Swallow one
You fuckin' move me
I disrespect niggas like in old Italian movies
I'm sayin', I live, you ready
I come in the restaurant with my shirt off and spit in your
fuckin' spaghetti sauce
Boss, my pocket's fatter than my nigga Ross
Wipe this milkatrone off my mouth with my Louis glove
Understand？
I'm a California felon
Bust your cerebellum, skateboard go and tell 'em
(They don't want none)
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don't need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean？
(Let 'em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I'm)
We bringin' the fuck
Yo B, let 'em know
Money Gang
124.Bills Is Paid
My bills are paid
And everything's okay
It's like every day here
Summertime in L.A
I'm from Compton, home of the fiends
Home of the monsters, home of triple beams
Home of the shattered fucking dreams
Where most niggas I grew up with ain't make it to see they teens
Ain't no Freddy, ain't no Jason, but niggas too scared to dream
And they ripping pages out of them books bout Dr. King
You don't wanna know half the shit I seen
Where reading a magazine get you hit with a magazine
Niggas ain't scared to murder cause the jails too packed
Kill a nigga, he be out before the 'R.I.P.' tat
I seen Raider snapbacks by Starter
Then I seen Dre make that Sox hat harder
Then I seen Makavelli go at Shawn Carter
Then I seen that block where B.I.G. got slaughtered
Then I knew it was my calling
G the fuck up or die balling
Lace them red Chucks up, but die falling
I'm rising in this game and it feels great
Still trying to keep it real, niggas still fake
I'm so impatient, but I still wait
Dropped The Marathon in November, niggas still late
Still show love when I feel hate
On a scale of one to ten, need a high heel eight
Or better, blowing this cheddar like I'm Bill Gates
Whatever, I'm in to win til this movie ends
Smoking California, eating Peruvian
Out on Miami Beach, my niggas, a few of them
Just like Beverly Hills, the bitches we usually wear
From wishing on a star, nigga, took it far
And if I lost it all to war, I wouldn't trip at all
It sound crazy when I say it
But the fear of falling off is the only thing that could take it
I'm straight
I got my hoodie on, it's a Starter
I'm a rock this motherfucker for Trayvon Martin
I'm a rock this motherfucker for Trayvon's daughter
That he coulda had; where's his killer at？ The whole hood is mad
That ain't the first time, won't be the last
See reflections of my past while I guzzle through this glass
Make me want to run up on you with the muzzle - 'Where the cash？
'
Retaliation is none, niggas can't afford the gas
Got a mansion in the Hills, Rottweilers by the gates
Red Ghost's in the driveway and ducks by the lake
Spending time with my daughter so them ducks gotta wait
Let a nigga call it a duck, he gonna eat a.38
I'm supposed to be this fucking rich
I'm supposed to be this fucking great
I'm a menace to society, no Larenz Tate
But me and my niggas straight and
125.Roll My Shit
Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready？
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it
When I infiltrate Des Moines sometimes I feel like goin' back to
sleep
But I gotta keep this product on the street
Tryna take over my turf
Stretch me out in a hurse cause that is what it's worth
Baby momma keeps sweatin' it nigga, cause the rent's due
Twon son's, daughter on the way, I think I'm French too
Get out on the streets stack the money like bill Gates
And do whatever it takes to keep my family straight
Livin' in compent, some say it's suicide
Crossin' the street and catch a bullet from a drive by
My homie Dan's got it sippin' on a séance
So many dead homies
When I hear about it I can't cry
I lost my grandmother, that's when I flipped
Only decision to make now, blood or a crip
Drove across the tracks, opened up the door on my Lac
Put the dope in the front, hop in the back
It was like that
Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready？
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it
Throwin' some clothes, grab the 4 and hit the back door
Pop the back gate and meet the fiends by the liquor store
Cops drop by, lookin' at us like we stole somethin'
They hit the brakes, that's when everybody starts runnin'
8 ball in my sock, spring down the block
Cut through the projects and that's when I threw Glock
God damn it felt good to be a home free
The city don't sleep, right next to Long Beach
Art of survivin', this motherfuckin' jungle
Runnin' with the wrong niggas, that will take you under
That's what happened to my nigga Big Wheel
Trusted the wrong bitch, that's what got his ass killed
A blunt and some Hennessey, a lot of good memories
How do you survive when everybody's your enemy？
Before you brush your teeth grab your strap
Cause niggas will pull the jack and bitches will peel you kak
Believe that
Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready？
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it
Ain't nothin' better than a down ass bitch
When you're locked up in the pen and she sellin' you neck and
flicks
On the tear, reminiscin' like a mother
Two strikes on the case file, locked up state
Now tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to be a father to my kids？
Son gang bangin' cause his daddy doin' nine years
And that happens in every hood in America
Shoot your own brother up and wonder why they scared of ya
And your momma at home without a back bone
Your girl gettin' tired of waitin' so she get her back blown
By your homie, that used to be your man
And you can't do shit cause you're sittin' in the can
And when you get out, you'll probly go and kill this nig
On the third strike, man the jury 'bout to kill this nigga
That's why I don't trust a nigga or a bitch
Cause either way a nigga always ends up caught up in some shit
Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin' ain't it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my folk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready？
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it
Yea
Game recognize game, nephew
See, when a bitch with me she know if to talk
She gon sit down, shut the fuck up and roll motherfuckin' weed
Talkin' is not an issue, you understand me？
Bitch, you do as I say
When I tell you to talk, you talk and I ain't told you to talk
so shut the fuck up
You hear me？
Real pimp shit nigga
West Coast
We stay keepin' our hoes in check
Hey, that's your own problem man
Bitches takin' your all equip, runnin' you niggas crazy
Got niggas wanna kill like yourself
Man, fuck a bitch man
I grab a bitch, same dizzle and wizzle
You understand me？
I keep bitches like I keep weed
I got blueberry, AK-47, train reck
Whatever you need
You dig？
That's it
126.G Shit
Now where's the shit？
The shit？
The shit!
N＊gga whatsup man？
Come on kill that noise man, let's just get the shit,
Don't worry, you'll get the shit,
You'll be,
Knee deep in shit!
I'm a G, you can't see me,
That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
I'm the shit, and you know,
It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop ＊＊＊＊＊z)
Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
As I cruise, streets of Compton
(Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell
them ＊＊＊＊＊z)
I let the whole world know that I can't be stopped,
Even without Doc I'm still from the (Streets of Compton),
Yeah ＊＊＊＊＊ I said it, and I'ma stay on top,
Like a hoodrat with bomb ass cock,
Run up in 'em like these rap ＊＊＊＊＊z, I ain't gotta clap ＊＊＊＊＊z,
End your career with one line like that ＊＊＊＊＊z,
Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce,
Let it jump, Killa-for-ni-a is where I'm from,
3 wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out,
All the way to my ＊＊＊＊＊ Daz house,
He always gotta big bad bitch from Long Beach,
She a known freak and she gotta long reach,
She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it, never back down,
'specially when Al Green in the background,
Now bitch hit the weed and turn that ass round,
It's time to bring back Chronic into Doggystyle,
Westcoast ＊＊＊＊＊z still holdin' shit down,
I'm a G, you can't see me,
That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
I'm the shit, and you know,
It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop ＊＊＊＊＊z)
Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
As I cruise, streets of Compton
(Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell
them ＊＊＊＊＊z)
I'm back on the cover of the Source and the XXL,
Floatin' all through the (Streets of Compton),
I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef, and more straps,
That's what the fuck I call 'Gangsta rap',
I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turn enemies,
Streets kept me laced like bloods dipped in hennesse,
You ＊＊＊＊＊z act like the Game can't roll 'em out,
One man show still sell a motherfucker out,
We know Dre still sell a motherfucker out,
'cus everybody here from the (Streets of Compton),
We got crip ＊＊＊＊＊z, blood ＊＊＊＊＊z, assays, asians,
Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces,
I kept you ＊＊＊＊＊z waiting had to take you back to the basics,
Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Daitons,
Everytime your bitch hear my voice she masturbating,
I run though hoes like Walter Payton on the daily,
I got your main bitch swallowing my babies,
I'm a G, you can't see me,
That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
I'm the shit, and you know,
It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop ＊＊＊＊＊z)
Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
As I cruise, streets of Compton
(Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell
them ＊＊＊＊＊z)
I'm the Westcoast Rakim, got you ＊＊＊＊＊z blocked in,
Glass house parked sideways on the stock rims,
New school, old school mentality,
Translation - Four pumps and twelve batteries,
Hydraulics make the world go round,
Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down,
For she end up like superhead, giving superhead,
Every ＊＊＊＊＊ in the industry now fuck superhead,
And I might just fuck her too,
If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the (Streets of
Compton),
Rolling down Green Leaf smoking on that green leaf,
With a Mac 10 like I was born on Queen's Street,
Murder MCs like I was born in Queen's Bridge,
That how I show you palm ＊＊＊＊＊z where the King is,
And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock,
I'm in the Hall Of Fame next to Snoop, behind 'Pac,
I got the whole motherfucking world locked,
I'm a G, you can't see me,
That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
I'm the shit, and you know,
It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop ＊＊＊＊＊z)
Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
As I cruise, streets of Compton
(Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell
them ＊＊＊＊＊z)
Everybody wanna know what the fuck is going on,
Am I signed to Aftermath？ Interscope？ What's up with Geffen？
I'ma just say it like this：
One day I walked in the motherfuckin' house,
And all my shit was gone.
127.Celebration
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside
We havin' a celebration, love to stay high
We havin' a celebration, love to stay high
We havin' a celebration, love to stay high
We havin' a celebration, love to stay high
Nigga blowing on that L, breakin' down them trees
I'm out the door with dro on the keys
Scooping up Chris and I'm hitting the freeway
Yeah, got a whole zip of that purp
Got a couple hoes home with no clothes on
Cause they roll on us, let's twerk
Now we hotboxin' that Ghost, Ace all in that do'
Ray Bans in my face, never know when my eyes low
Smoke good, fuck good, eat good, steakhouse
She said backwoods, kill swishers, you eat take out
Yeah, but I love fucking them redbones
She country thick and that hair long, that pussy killer, she
dead wrong
She went to Howard, her head strong, her mamma tall, So her legs
long
She went to college and got her masters, now she bringing that
bread home
Roll up
Put the purp in the blunt
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
Put the purp in the blunt
Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside
It's a celebration, all on the pole they doing the dance
Anticipating I'm feeling your body, hoping that you would just
give me a chance
God damn babe, just hold your glass up for this toast
My ca$h up and yo ass up, and I'm the one tippin' the most
Tonight, on the westside
And if you wanna roll, have the best fuckin night of your life,
no lie, no lie
Me and you together girl I'm celebratin' you tonight
Uh, yeah I'm bloooown no cigarillo, rillo
Love when I'm Mellow, get on my level 101 Karats in my bezel
I'm ooooon, like soon as the ice cream truck at the ghetto
Little knucklehead always in trouble soon as I ask shawty her
number, fashooooooo
Yeah I get it, then I bone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
Said she wait when daddy come home
Told me she ain't got nothing on
I'm talkin' no th-thong. thong thooooong
Yeah she throwin' that ass back
Hard as a bat, sit on my lap
Fucking with me, ain't nothing better than that
That's a fact, thats a fact
Don't act hollywood cause I don't act
Bout my business but I don't slack
This my celebration rap, so
I pour up for Pimp C, light up for Soulja Slim
Straight out the gutter, with the rest of the bowlin' pins
Money for days, bitches go both ways
On the road to riches, bitch I got road rage
Got the kush in the swisher, got the pussy, the liquor
Got a silencer on the gun, take it off like a stripper
Yeah, wake up, wake up, I'm goin' at your face make up
These niggas need stitches cause they taking pay cuts
Man somebody tell them hoes it's a celebration
All my niggas got guns no registration
Now go an' light that weed up, I'm Trukfit tee'd up
Hoes down, B's up
Rollin' and chokin' and movin' slow motion, I'm floatin' I'm
gone
Rollin' and chokin' and movin' slow motion, I'm floatin' I'm
gone
128.Hallelujah
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'ma run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays, all I'm tryina do, reach you, praise you
Heaven's prays, all I'm wanna do, praise you, my lord
Nigga I ain't pastor mason yo, nigga patting rhyme, pete sirock
acing y'all
And since I got good taste and all, this for all the bad bitches
couldn't wait to get they braces off
I know we in church, and the way that I'm thinking, wrong
But inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone
But I don't wanna do that, I came to take the service in
And stare at all the women who brought they Louie purses in
Bad bitches in here, forgive me for my sins
I ain't meant to walk inside the church cursing again
I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus
But you can't catch the holy ghost in the prius
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'ma run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays
They look around the church like what that nigga looking here
He prolly told of somebody, posed to be doing years
But who am I to judge a nigga, hey I don't wanna go to church, I
can't budge the nigga
But I love the nigga, so I'ma go for both us, and put these g
stars slacks with these louie loafers
He rather sit outside and listen to hova
But the service jumping, the pastor is serving my mimosas
And all this ass in here, how do I focus
Collection plate buldging damn pastor you the coldest
My envelope stay swollen, so I'ma count my blessings now,
somebody hold this
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'ma run through ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays
Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap
Ain't paying they ties, taking up 2 seats
And look at god's house, pack full of sinners
With the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners
Yeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain't
And your outfit clean but your nose ain't
And I supposed ain't nobody a liar in here
If that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in here
I'm so glad we have a choir in here, to wake me up everytime I
get tired in here
And one thing's for sure, gotta praise the lord
Cause when I went to undefeated, they still have my force
Fell to the floor like
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'ma run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays, all I'm tryina do is, reach you, praise you
Heaven's prays, all I'm wanna do is, my lord
129.Till We Meet Again
Rest in peace to my motherf-ckin nephew Frogg
Niggas this fat rap nigga
Love nephew, see you when I get there
Meet me at the front door
R.I.P. Frogg
Livin on a day
Even though that I can't touch you
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
It's a problem they don't see the block
Block block soo woop til them heaters pop
Damn, my nigga dead in his grave and I can't wear this chain no
mo
It got me feelin like a slave so I gave it to his pops in his
memory
Loadin up the Glock, takin shots of that Hennessey
Layin on this table, getting tatted
And don't worry about who get it 'cause we at em
That's on the block
I know you standin next to Pac
Throwin up the west side, polo down to the socks
And I'm selfish cuz I want you here
But you gone so it's chronic smoke in the air
And you know bad ass got a hot head
So it's on til a motherfucker drop dead
And even though it won't bring you back
I'm sippin on Rose clan, just me and my strap
Watching as the cars pass
Livin on a day
(Watching as the cars pass)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Just watching as the cars pass)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Swear to God I ain't slept in 5 days thinkin bout the 7 kids
that you left behind
While I'm swerving on this highway
Reminiscing bout the time I joked about your cap
And how you wore that polo hat
Handin off yo head, point it to the back
Same smile since you was 10
And King Frog had you on his shoulders
Yelling see the burnin through the trap
Time flies, now we chasin all these hood rats
West side, you a diamond rollin through the hood, up and down
the block
Pocket full of cash, fresh J's on the gas
Hop in the 1-10, meet the homies in the lot
Following this upper club and bout all the Ciroc
And remember when I bought your first bottle of sprays
Always down for yo niggas so you gave it to D Shade
So I brought a couple mo bottles, gold bottles
How a young seater becomes another's role model
Til we meet again
Livin on a day
(Til we meet again)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Til we meet again)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
I was holdin on
Your funeral is jumped up
Cemetery flamed out, all the homies burnt up
Tryin not to she'd a tear but I couldn't hold it
Your daddy took it like a G and everybody know it
I told yo mama yesterday I got er and I do
As long as they printin money and I'm bangin pyroo
If one of the kids needs something, niggas comin through
They don't just go for his, all the homie's kids too
And look how them niggas did you
Homie stretched out, retaliation is sketched out
And we at it to the day's end
Bustin on my enemies til it cave in
And to my brother face and my homie slim roo
You know I got this
And these going up, you got a hood full of riders
Laugh now, cry later, the sucker niggas that shut up
We part em, red see em using products
And then it's on
Livin on a day
(And then it's on)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Til we meet again)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Livin on a day
(And then it's on)
Even though that I can't touch you
(Til we meet again)
It will never be the same
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
Only you're so far away
I will always love you
Only you're so far away
130.I'm The King
I'm the king＊
And I be smokin'
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin'
I'm the king
And I be smokin'
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin'
If I say we on one muthafucker we on
If I say we gon' my nigga then we gon'
And I say we drinkin' then we drinkin' that Patron
And if I say we rollin' then somebody rollin' zone
Ay-yeh-yeeeeh
This shit right here nigga
How you smokin', how you chokin'
how you chokin' while you rollin' I be zonin'
In the morning wake and bake'n while I'm yawnin'
It's that get lo, Benz-o, be careful around them rims hoe
run and tell your friends that we 'bout to get it in
And we smokin' on this endo
Let it breath crack a window
blowing on this purple in this Enzo
Nigga I'm the King
And I be smokin'
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin'
I'm the king
And I be smokin'
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin'
If I say we on one nigga then we on
If I say we gon' my nigga then we gon'
And I say we drinkin' then we drinkin' that Patron
And if I say we rollin' then somebody rollin' zone
Ay-yeh-yeeeeh
What you smokin' can't fuck with the shit that I be blazin'
Walk in the store, eyes so low they probably think I'm asian
Red bone, red car, aint this bitch amazing
red hot, red bottoms, spicy like she cajun
red rims, red cuts lookin' like a st-a-ar
tell a nigga ballin' by the emblem on his ca-a-ar
so fa-a-ar, so go-o-ood
this is what they call me in the ho-o-ood
You smokin', who got the flame？
Gettin high as them Chevy doors when I'm rolling up paper planes
I'm just sayin', wipe ya feet off before you step in the door
Been bangin' since '94, you didn't but now you know
Them bitches hittin' the flo'
Then switches hittin' the flo'
Them swishes is good to go
And that pruple off in ya throat, so, yo
You ain't know this is how we ride
And we can take this nigga outside
Recognize
Zoned up, 'troned up
this is what you want
Bottles up, lighters up
This some shit to smoke to
Zoned up, 'troned up
this is what you want
Bottles up, lighters up
This some shit to smoke to
I'm the King!
131.Martians Vs. Goblins
Blood gang kill 'em all, Odd Future Wolf Gang
Kidnap a vampire, drain all his fuckin veins
Wolf Grey Jordans, use his intestines for the strings
Snatch up Rihanna and throw her in front of a fuckin train
Sniff a fucking unemployment line of cocaine
Tie Lil B up to a full tank of propane
Swag, now watch him cook.. and just stand there and look
Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books
Martians vs. Goblins, goons vs. the crooks
And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan's nemesis
My power's limitless like Blanco on Sega Genesis
Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin)
We are not the same, I am a Martian
A year ago, I was poor, somewhat
Now my future's brighter than Christopher's new haircut
Bruno Mars is still sucking dick and fucking male butts
In the same closet that Tyler Perry gets clothes from
I suck？ Where the fuckin Ring Pops？
You got a better chance of getting a copy of Detox
Wolfgang, we rock, crack rock and that shit was expected
Like Jayceon whenever he name-drop (Fuck you, Tyler)
Jesus, motherfucking Theresa
This nigga Game got Wolf Haley for this feature
My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas
Getting chased by the police on a full bred Cheetah
Bishop Eddie caught me tryna escape
Bag full of drag and a Nicki Minaj mixtape
Dragging all you fags to the back of the log cabin
Fall back like Lebron's hairline against the Mavericks, he lost
I do cause Tunechi always bless me
He killed me on my own track, so what？ Not you
Fuck you, I spit like I had kids with Erykah Badu
I fucked her on the day of that naked video shoot
I was sucking her pussy like it was wonton soup
Then I hit Lebron's mom in bron-bron's coupe
With Delante West taping, we had bon-bons too
With Cleveland cheerleaders, they had pom-poms too
I smacked them bitches wearing Bishop Don Juan's suit
(Where was Snoop？) I don't know, probably doing what the Crips
do
But when I'm with my uncle, fuck it! Then I'm a Crip too
And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you
Now I'm the Doggfather, walking with a Shit Tzu
Mad that DC comics overlooked me
Cause Captain America's straight dookie
132.Dr. Dre, Pt. 1
His parents hustled
So he was left alone by himself a lot
So shit, he did whatever the fuck he wanted to do
When boys in the hood came out, this little nigga rolled himself
a joint
And watched the whole motherfucker by itself
His pops didn't give a fuck, but his mom found out？
Shit, she'd kill him and his dad
She didn't want him seeing, being or getting caught up in no
gangsta shit
So she never knew, until now
133.Good Girls Gone Bad
I know she gone but she ain't far away
I just had a daughter pass me that cigar yey
I'm bout to tell a story, everybody parle
Sit back listen while I kick it the compton boulevard way
My daddy used to beat up on my mama all day
So I took my chronic out,... him the hard way
I learned this the hard way, when police came all way
My daddy had his acting like it never happened, broadway
Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real with you
Now my mama good nigger she ain't gotta deal.
134.Dr. Dre, Pt. 2
In Compton, you either a blood or a crip
Nigga ain't no one in between
Shit was a hard decision for him to make, cause both his parents
was crips
His Uncle Greg was a crip, he died when he was 5
His brother Jevon, he got murdered when he was just 13
After that he decided that being a crip just wasn't for him
So he ran across the tracks until everything turned red
And never looked back
135.Basic Bitch
Verse 1 (Dissing 50 Cent ＆ G-Unit)
------
Let me tell you a story about this bitch I know
Grew up on the south side sucking dicks for dough
Give her a half a dollar, she'll put on a show
Do anything to be in a Dr. Dre video
The bitch went hollywood, one trip to the west coast
She got f＊＊ked by this white bitch, had her legs wide open
As long as my pockets were fat I didnt give a f＊＊k where the
bitch was at
My pretty young bitch keep my nuts drained
But all the time she was plotting on my Aftermath chain
Bitch couldnt stay in here lane
Started running with this hoe from the south
Gold grill in her mouth, she put her on the track
Gave her, her first thong, introduced her to her two girlfreinds
from back home
F＊＊ked the industry, tryna take the fast route,
Ran into a gangster and he turned they ass out.
Chorus
------
You gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch,
and I'ma always love my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch,
I can always f＊＊k my bitch, my bitch, my bitch,
and she gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch.
Verse 2 (Dissing Jay-Z)
------
From the projects hustled all day
Niggas called her Sophie from around the way
Used to play hard to get, so they thought she was gay
Booshie bitch who ever thought she was raised in B.K.
Moved out the hood, changed her name to Jay
Told everybody she'll be working with a mill one day
I was introduced to her back in '96
She had a wavey haircut and some big ass lips
At first she was hard to hit, come to find out the last 10 years
she been sucking Big dick
Got a family now, a house made of bricks
Four grown ass kids and aint none of them shit
She still my bitch so I stayed around
But she always tryna Dash when other Dame's around
She tryna play The Game, but I got the bitch number
She said she won't, but she'll be back next summer.
Chorus
------
You gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch,
and I'ma always love my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch,
I can always f＊＊k my bitch, my bitch, my bitch,
and she gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch.
Verse 3 (Dissing Suge Knight)
------
Last but not least my gangsta bitch
From Compton always in and out of jail and shit
Bitch tried to burn Snoop, stole Chronic from Doc
Blew the whole west coast, even tried to f＊＊k Pac
Type of bitch to stand on Beverley Hills
Word on the street's she got a few real niggas killed
I look up now she on my dick, telling me how she always gonna be
my bitch
Pop up at award shows always following me
Bitch doing dumb shit, got a college degree
No pre-nupt, one nigga got stick with her
I was smart knew always not to f＊＊k with her
What goes around comes around, scandolous shit - somebody tried
to kill that bitch
Burnt the bridges and aint had one freind left
Niggas that know her called her the devil in that red dress
Chorus
------
You gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch,
and I'ma always love my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch,
I can always f＊＊k my bitch, my bitch, my bitch,
and she gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch.
136.Drug Test＊
I'm in this motherfucker doing what I wanna
10 bottles, 10 bitches go up out the sauna
Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts
I'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts
Baby got ass I need me a shot of that
Lil mama get gangsta for me
Stuff it in your Prada bag
That's right
She got something that I wanna see
That's right, so if she leave
She fucking with me, that's life
Twerk somethin', work something', hurt somethin'
She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming
They rip they neck and run they mouth when they heard something
Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murdered somethin'
Club filled with dead bodies, if not than you a zombie
I'm not gon' feel sorry, you pass out from it
Get drunk, get blunted
Do what you wanna do, drug test on you
Lotta money when I talk
Big mills, big deals
'Bout a hundred in a vault
Sit still, that real
Lotta haters throw salt, they lost
Big Game give a fuck how you feel
I fear she just might just pop that pill
And feel on me all night till the tip spill
Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bassline
She gon fuck a snare drum one drink at a time
Blow right, hoes fight over my name
I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins
It's forty days, forty nights if I'm making it rain
I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed
Than we gooood!
If you got drugs in this motherfucker, ohh
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off something, high of something, high of
something
Till your motherfucking brain don't function
High of something, high of something
Ayy, what I supply taking you high？
Fireworks when I spark
Yellow tape, lotta chalk
Thought you said you a boss, big deal
Bitch chill, pulling out that black card
Showin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spill
I feel she might just get too faded, x-rated that's what I like
Glad that you made to this ceremoney at hand
Take a sip let's plan for the future
Introduce you to Snoop get you right and...
May I, kick a little something for G's
And, make a few ends？, as I breeze through
The shit on my hip is a fucking preview
And guess what it lead to
If you got drugs in this motherfucker, ohh
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off something, high of something, high of
something
Till your motherfucking brain don't function
High of something, high of something
Ayy, what I supply taking you high？
137.This Is How We Do
The Game Feat. 50 Cent
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
Fresh like, unh, Impala, unh, crome hyrdolics, 808 drums
You don't want, none, nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Come get, some, pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white air, ones
Since red, rum, ready here I come
Compton, unh, Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin', 'Unh'
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the ton
I'm bangin' with my hand, up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt
I put Lamborghini doors on that Escolade
Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways
(Ah)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest, they say I'm no good 'cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
'Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean, it's like I'm ridin' on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York ridin' on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest
(Ah)
50, unh, Bentley, unh
'Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun, fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time
You ready？ Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It took two, months but Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit, had niggaz like, 'Huh？'
Don't try to front, I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin' I'm a punk, get your fuckin' head lumped
Fifty got a gun, ready here he come, gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda, meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta, sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta than average
On tracks I'm a savage, I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique
(G-Unit)
138.How We Do(dirty lyrics)
The Game featuring 50 Cent
Feat. 50 Cent)
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums
You don't want, none
Nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
gimme six inches on my white Air, Ones
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin 'Unnnh'
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade
Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good
Cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
Fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time
You ready？ Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It took two, months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggaz like, 'huh？'
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin I'm a punk
Get your fuckin head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On tracks I'm a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
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