Game Ft. Kendrick Lamar - The City Lyrics

Game Ft. Kendrick Lamar - The City Lyrics

[Intro]
Leave the angels in the city
Leave the angels in the city

[Verse 1]
Tell them muthaf-ckas I’m forever paid
California king wrestle gators in the Everglades
Drive up out that muthaf-ckin swamp in the Escalade
So before you put that Red rag in your pocket I wanna see your f-ckin resume
Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate
Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate
Dre Beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate
I’ma give em hurricanes until another Levee break
You niggas is featherweight, I’m Aftermath’s heavyweight
Now Dre’s weapon of mass destruction is ’bout to detonate
When a nigga wack found me, shit, I was selling weight
Now a nigga’s selling millions, now it’s time to celebrate
Performing in front of millions, nigga every race
64 in the ’64, now watch the Chevy scrape
4th album, no 5 mics? Then let ‘em hate
But I’m not stopping ’til I’m the f-cking king in every state

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
Recognize my life, ridicule my fight
Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write
Get familiar with Cartwright
Cause I wrote that shot, I’m a raging bull when the needle drops
For the record, I’mm wreck it, even if my record don’t pop
I’mma tie your knot on a Downtown building, let it tow behind me
Tell ‘em they can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart
Nigga f-ck your feelings, this is me

[Verse 2]
I’m sick of muthaf-ckers talking about “the West died”
Can’t you hear my heart beating?
That’s the motherf-ckin West side, you test me, you test God
I’m his son, insane songs, you come at me
Then I can split you with this Tommy gun
You won’t have no time to run
I’m from the Compton slums and that’s how the West ride
I’m from the city where 2 of the best died
Rest in peace to both of ‘em, spit like I’m the ghost of ‘em
Damn, I said I spit like I’m the ghost of ‘em


Name your top 10, I’m harder than the most of ‘em
Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5
Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas, no particular order
Bet a mil that I slaughter, serve niggas, give a f-ck what you ordered
How dare you niggas pop fly
When I’m the nigga sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classic
Gave you Doctor’s Advocate, you ripped it out the package
Came with LAX, since critics said it was average
I was stressed the f-ck out, torn between Aftermath and
Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope
Spill the red ink on the paper, it’s like my pen is broke
And this is what you all been waiting for
I’m the lost angel knocking on Satan’s door
What the f-ck y’all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more
I’m Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84
Shake you like Haiti’s floor, walk up on you
Like “what’s going on baby boy?” Shots in that Mercedes door
Either I’m crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or
Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more
But I still owe Jimmy one more album
The best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]
Kendrick, And I wear pendant on my shoulder, soldier
Like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled over
Johnny always lock a nigga down
Knowing damn well we don’t wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao
Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac in his prime
Thug life is now on radar
Til the federal come through and raid ours
Reminiscing when the LA Raiders
Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle’s dome
And I don’t condone dickriding
I’m addicted to Westsiding
Living in a city where the skinny niggas die
And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion
Trying, and I mean that shit
Game came through, put the city on his back
I was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit
“Compton!”, a nigga gotta scream that shit
Never went commercial, Never T.V. screened that shit
Can’t block or screen that shit, now everybody sing that shit

[Outro]
Red, is a very emotionally intense colour.
It enhances Human metabolism, increases respiration rate and raises blood pressure.
It has a very high visibility, it is why stop signs, stop lights and fire equipments are usually painted red.
It also represents one third of California’s gang population.
Needless to say, please dress accordingly while visiting the Los Angeles area.
Also, tuck your jewellry, and keep your hands inside your vehicle.

Game Ft. Luu Breeze - All I Know Lyrics

Game Ft. Luu Breeze - All I Know Lyrics

[Hook – Luu Breeze]
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle it troubles me so
All I know is that I’m stuck on this road
Of success so I got to get mine
All I know is this pain in this life
And this struggle it troubles me so
All I know All I know

[Verse 1]
Red phantom, they say I look like Josh Smith from Atlanta
I do, hachoo, excuse you, that nigga look like me
He from the G.A., and I’m M easy, that’s Game
I don’t do what you niggas do, that’s lame
I Soo Woo with my crew from the from the Burque
I Soo Woo with my crew, from under Young Wayne
A walkin’ motherfuckin’ flame
Livin’ up to my brothers name
Rockin’ that red shit, wasn’t fuckin’ with them other gangs
Most other gang’s, they wasn’t fuckin’ with me
Ain’t your average motherfucker, I’m a motherfuckin’ G
I got some shit on my chest that I want to get off
I got some shit for that vest that will knock that bullshit off
Money like made off, killing like aid off, royal holiday
Hillel fucking Kay off, and I don’t take a fucking day off…

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
(?) may C hat, Boston B hat, (?) me has to the Philadelphia P hats
Believe that; bring it to the hood so you can see that
Dumb ass niggas like game, Where the keys at?
Automatic start, nigga where the trees at?
Red boned bitch like Alisha, where the keys at?
Freeze that, like a fucking pitcute
If you ain’t a blood I ain’t fucking with ya na im just fucking with ya
Stay on my hood shit, hop in the (?) with ya
Throw the ski masks on and get to straight fucking with ya
Ain’t that some shit, that bustards sick
You wana know how I’m livin’ nigga ask your bitch
Told you precisely how to ask and sit, and she a nasty bitch
I came in her mouth ask her lips, you know why?
Coz I had to go past them lips, Crip
You probably paid for those ass and tits for…

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Fuck with the blood clock, smile for my mug shot
Can’t go out like em but I love Big, I love Pac
Love Fab, love kis that’s where the love stops
Coz I sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks
Birthed me in the drug spot, nigga with a attitude
Searching me is fuck cops, nigga pay your gratitude
Before you say I’m acting Ruth
Understand I’m tryna feed my people
(?) just like Compton the way I’m packing food
But I will act a fool, put cheese on your head
Motherfucker I will green bay packer you
Have a whole football team of niggas after you
Like the (?) turn, when will you fucking learn
Now take your ass back to school
Wait till 3-o-clock click clack at you
And fuck with your conscience like back packers do
And I ain’t Talib, Black Though or Mos Def
But I’ve seen the most deaths
And nigga I’m just telling you

Game - Basic Bitch Lyrics

Game - Basic Bitch Lyrics

[Game]
…glazed in
Hit ‘em with that lifestyle
But these fake hoes won’t leave me alone
Fake bag, fake ass, and she beggin’ for patron
My credit making good, my credit need a loan
And them heels you got on, pound sign

[Hook]
Basic bitch
I gotta bitch with me, she gotta bitch with her
And I ain’t talkin’ bout no basic bitch
Beyoncé, laced front on
Who you trying to front on? And stunt on?
Basic bitch, she gotta fake Louie
Fake (?), fake booty
So she a basic bitch
At the club all weekend, she trying to get rich
But all I got is this dick for a basic bitch

[Game]
So knock it off with your knock-off
You give head, then a nigga ride with his top off
You the type I’d knock off, forget I ever met you
Block you on Twitter, never BBM or text you
Lookin’ for the next you, I just wanted to sex you
Hit you on the D-Low, I’m Cee-Lo, F You
Cause everytime I’m up in the club looking for hoes
Everything look good off a couple bottles of rose
Down low with your swag, stuntin’ off of your toes
And paintin’ the middle picture of you without all your clothes
Have you ever fucked a millionaire in the back on a rose?
With Amber Rose? I ain’t talking ’bout no

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I can tell by your avatar, you never had caviar
Your friends can’t go, you can’t go, you don’t have a car
But that weave hanging down to your ass
Bitch ain’t from Dallas, but she routing for the Mav’s
You a bandwagon ho fo sho’
You up in every video takin’ off your clothes
I thought I told you that you wouldn’t get far
Melissa forgets, (?) child’s mad at how Honda Accord is
2012 Range, now look how times change
You bitches’ll never get a ring, LeBron James
Cause I got all the game, used to move Daddy the King
Gettin’ dirty money with my lil’

[Hook]

Game - Ricky Lyrics

Game – Ricky Lyrics

[Intro: Boyz in the Hood]
“Shit! Rick!
C’mon man! ”

“Ricky! ”
“Help me! Help me! Somebody, help me! ”
“Ricky, Ricky! ”
“Ricky! ”

[Verse 1:]
Blood of a slave, heart of a giant
Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant
That was five years ago, look how fast it go
Destroyin’ Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico
But fuck that, blaze one, where the matches yo?
Hit the freeway and see how fast the Aston go
Roll the window down, clip off the ashes so
You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I blow
How many bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive
How many goons I got, count ‘em and they all outside
Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom
But standin’ in the window caine smoking was the outcome
Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion
So niggas think twice about my medallion or
You’ll hear Cuba Gooding yelling “Ricky! ”
My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch
Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the bitch
Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than Griffey did
And just to think, several years ago they tried to split his wig
Two to the chest, struck his heart, one hit his rib
Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I could hear…

[Verse 2:]
Feelin’ all fucked up, woke up to a doctor
All I could think about, was that the cops took my weed and my choppers
They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective
Get this clear like Belvedere vodka
Them five shots created a monster
Hell’s Kitchen comin’ straight out of Compton
I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
2Pac was the real life “Ricky! ”
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I’m lying then Compton is New York and I’m Rakim
I’m from where niggas get murdered over stock rims
And punched in the jaw just for a cocked brim
Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain’t got no options
Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in
Then my grandmother house went up for auction
And that’s what tipped [?], I’m goin’ back to buy the block then
Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
With they faith under stockings, rather face God then 25 with no options
If Compton ain’t the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin’ off the ground
This how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down…

[Sample from Boyz in the Hood: Crying]

Game Ft. Rick Ross, Beanie Sigel - Heavy Artillery Lyrics

Game Ft. Rick Ross, Beanie Sigel - Heavy Artillery Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
You know we got em
45s, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss. Black Wall Street
I’m in that bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Nigga talking like a G but walking like a broad
I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car
Nigga I shatter lives, my music camouflage
I court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the Fortune 500
From the porches to the Porsches with the wides on it
‘Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the [?] with them wires on it
I get my money smoking spliffs like it’s Friday
I’m sitting sideways like I’m in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit 3 wheels
You niggas six feet, we gettin 3 meals

[Hook:]
They got jumped
45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery

[Verse 2: Game]
Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off probation
Today motherfucker, won’t budge for no charge
Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no thugs
Come through spraying, bullets out the McLaaren
They ain’t meant for you, move bitch, you hard of hearing?
I speed off doing 90 with Tha Carter blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem wasn’t Dr. Dre’s only sick nigga
Insane in the membrane like Soul Assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga heart like a bowl of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man hold the casket
Murder game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First 48, they don’t find me, case closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown nose
Take em back to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out
Something like C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Beanie Siegel]
Ain’t nothing changed but them bullets in my clip
I still pull it, still bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
And I ain’t got no pets, I put a bullet in ya bitch
A nigga with a gun in his hand who won’t bust it?
Like a bitch with a dick in her hand who won’t suck it
This is the art of war, you niggas just drawing
Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone
Drive by or walk up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim cock squeeze
[?] on the Glock, infrared beam
Put your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream

Game Ft. Nelly Furtado - Mama Knows Lyrics

Game Ft. Nelly Furtado - Mama Knows Lyrics

[Verse 1: Game]
Mama told me stay away from them niggas
Mama told me she had a K for them niggas
Mama told me she go to pay for them niggas
While my grandmother told me that she would pray for them niggas
They just young black and ignorant
Lusting over models and the Benjamins
Got the game twisted like (what?) licorice
When I was rocking lottos moving packs in front of McDonalds
She was looking for me, pulled up in that Old El Dorado
I was running around with Chase, chasing new black wheels
Why would I do that still? That’s what got 2Pac killed…
But I use that still cause I won’t do that deal
Screw the muzzle in potatoes of that new Mac Mill
What did I learn? Nothing
My papa smoking sherm blunts and
Beating on my moms like her head was a percussion
Tat! Tat! My.45 knocking on your window
She said there would be days like this, Pharrell, drop the instrumental

[Pharrell:]
Yezzir…

[Hook: Nelly Furtado]
I know I must go and I don’t know my way
Still don’t know where we all came from

[Verse 2: Game]
Crack a Swisher, crack a 5th up
Hennessy pouring like Niagara Falls
Used to watch Magic, he showed me how to ball
Moms working late night, to get a plate right
Had some older brothers, all we did was smoke and play-fight
Wish I could go back to them days cause streets don’t play right
Some niggas hard, other niggas was the Kid N Play type
Didn’t stop me from pretending I was Apollo from Rocky
Working on my dip-game, now nobody wanna box me
Pick and choose, stick and move
So many dudes ended up in sleeping bags on late-night news
But not my mama’s song, going around the hood serving customers
She yapping in my ear, but it’s louder than the muffler
What I didn’t listen to, I wish I would’ve trusted her
Wish I had a shovel, be digging both of my brothers up
Like “here hug em ma, one last time”
Put a chain on both of them niggas, they get one last shine

[Hook: Nelly Furtado]

[Verse 3: Game]
Put your block down, recognize a king cause it’s my town
Word to my mother you can throw up your rock now
Got off the beef shit cause I ain’t tryna see my mama in all-black
Right there, crying over hard facts
Now she gotta turn in all her cars and get her house back
Never! She carried me for 9 months so she can have whatever
Plus she taught me how to shoot Berettas, told me that I’d be a king
So RIP to Coretta, if you don’t understand that
Then refer to my letter, while I sprinkle
Niggas with platinum, from my last album
Got the check, so I signed on the X like Malcolm
Riding through the hood, you hating niggas like “how come? ”
That niggas Game got it, heard he selling talcum
Either way, hey playboy, check it, this is the outcome
You might not like it, but my mama psychic
Why you niggas twisted like the top of a Sidekick?

Game - California Dream Lyrics

Game - California Dream Lyrics

[Verse 1: Game]
I’m at the house bout to roll this kush up
I can get a call at any minute, so I’m just doing push-ups
Waiting on what seems to be forever
I burned a hole in my Polo sweater cause I was nervous
That’s how crazy birth is, loading up this Beretta
Cause this time I’m having a baby girl
So it’s whatever, whenever… whatever
You my willow and it’s my will to make this last forever
First thing I’m a tell her? Daddy’s your umbrella
Get with a glass slipper Cali, you my Cinderella
Gotta be a dream, hold up, that’s your middle name!
Both your brothers big now, so baby you my little Game
Who gon be the Godfather? Lil Wayne?
Y’all smoke too much but got Cali tatted on his veins
And I just got a text from your mama
Saying the water burst, I guess it’s time for my comma…

[Verse 2: Game]
You walk through the door, she on the ground crying
She don’t wanna get up, you had a baby right here
I ain’t cleaning that shit up!
I finally got her out the house, now we on the elevator
She screaming, her left the car seat
But I’m a tell her later
Forget the car seat – man – I’m hella-faded
She like “I know you ain’t high! ” Man, I’m celebrating…
Now we in the car, she won’t put on her seatbelt
Screaming at the top of her lungs: “I need help! ”
Weaving through traffic, minutes between contractions
Close your eyes right now, and you can see it happening
Imagine: she pulling on me “stop I’m about to crash, shit! ”
Butterflies in my stomach, heart beating fast as shit
Every time I have a kid, it’s like the first time
Kids the best, but they be coming at the worst times
Now we here, Tiff get in the wheelchair
Butterflies still here – am I happy? Hell yeah!

I parked the car, now I’m running through the halls lost
Trying to figure out which one of these rooms is ours
Think: damn… one of the nurses stuck her head out
They gave her an epideral so I pulled the couch bed out
Took a nap, woke up, they almost got the head out
She grabbing on the rails, looking like she about to pass out
Told her to breathe, grab my phone and hit record
“Breathe! 1, 2, 3, 4 – one more – 1, 2, 3, 4?
Push! C’mon Tea, push! God damn it, just push! ”
Nurse coaching her, doctor pulling on shoulders
Giving me the notion to cut the umbilical
She out, 8 pounds 4 ounces
Hold up: I’m about to make an announcement
See, every time a child is born somebody leave the world
So I think the woman who gave her life for my baby girl

Game - Daytona 500 (500 Bars) Lyrics

Game - Daytona 500 (500 Bars) Lyrics

[ Part 1 ]

It makes it easy easier to bet
You won’t get ready no no
..no more get it
No ..have me ..yes
‘cause we, ‘cause we, ‘cause we, ‘cause we,
Don’t tear no, never leave her

Yeah hoping finish swag i give em that more finish line
Got the niggas in the fillip caps
Rapping Cincinnati ain’t never been there
Working the track out no under armor ..
F*ck bad b*tches check my list ..
Stacey dash i smash in pass and none of this face like a skin ..
Get ready the game gonna be here like teachers with their team here
No pin here straight up the dope i thought shot paka
Straight off the throne that goes for every nigga
Nigga with the lock .. in the heavy nigga i ain’t talking bout rock
Even motha f*cking boss i’m the CDO
Just using the sky miles just see me flow
I got the ill medicine .. flow
Fake down .. Cabala b*tch
Nigga see me foe i’m getting tired of these niggas
Fast putting wise on these niggas
I got some richer pride for these niggas
Couple court cases couple .. the north the ground
By next ..the aces i can’t take this shit that i’m seeing in industry
I’d rather be everybody’s enemy in the back of strip club
..some heresy i feel it make it rain with .. i got memories
F*ck with them here i blow out memory
Cake the roof off the sheavy we rock Kennedy
like a bottle Patrol one nigga can’t finish me
open nigga ass until the cops it was telling me
ice on my neck i ain’t never had an injury
ice on my wrist i ain’t never had an injury
me while nigga see me with the doctor
… on the faded nigga welcome to the Oprah
Welcome to the ..can’t be a lobster OG cush watching shoters

Nigga tell to hit that, California cush five you aint’ got a ..
Courter back nigga i got the .. back
Get Charlie Sheen on the phone tell em to win it back
The summer over nigga tell em that to win it back
Take your boy crown b*tch nigga come get it back
Snack back f*ck that open the ..
Nigga talk shit and it’s all for the ..
All all for the .. niggas know what the boss of the city back
I need some ..Rose with the nigga ..
… can’t stop blood i’ma f*ck the .. fill it at
.. gonna set with a .. rare
In the industry took my own swag
Pound sound , dead
And all you niggas you’re f*ckign fast
I bet you complain upon the boy ..twenty niggas came one of spell..
.. handle but i don’t eat ..sterves catch em on the hood ..
I know man had a divorce ..get on the truck
I had to force her, her she wanted to give it up
You are the force by her … some bottles in the ..

What they do that ..my blood .. with my little nigga ..from the voodoo ..
..all number one is going .. like the number one
Are you tryin make it rain with a honey ones
Nigga i’m ..to the pain no cover ..
Every day i’m in the rain with another gun
.. no Westley i’m the king motha f*ck Elvis Presley
I’m the king and i’ve been smoking dead come test me
Put two ..in your back ..
You’re my head the king .. catch me
By the team over nigga arrest me
I’ll be out tomorrow my lawyer beat that
..nigga i just did that ..i’ve been working on ..
….

[ Part 2 ]

Yeah, got the nights on backyard looking like Vegas when the fight’s on
Hood morning, hood evening, hood afternoon for no reason
Bought 50 to the face man you’re bleeding
Thinking Leonidas 300 while we cheesing
Hopping that 300 tell my niggers we leaving
Tell that nigger land on the ground, we even
No need for oxygen mask, he ain’t breathing
…the lights on…
Ain’t no fucking witnesses but everybody seen it
They know what the bizness is, I’m ripping up some pea nuts
Got no love for bitches, all I’m giving them is penis
Gotta wash these bitches yeah take them to the cleaners
There, … that ass, … trying to be … bitch you ain’t Vanessa
Bitch you ain’t Monica so what’s with all the pressure
I’m rolling my chronic up…
Out in Santa Monica, banging her on the dresser
I don’t do the cuffs, but she want me to arrest her
Take another puff then switch direction
Walk around dolo, I don’t need protection
Unless I’m with a groupie, now I need protection
4 condoms came for the thing I’m on that next shit
2 word minimum, I ain’t trying to text shit
2 drinks I missed the … now we on some sex shit
Can you do the … she trying to success
She trying to succeed, she trying to blow me
No strings attached, she like it wee
But when the house lights come on, she like it 3
Put her face in the back, from behind she like free
And I ain’t had to buy the bitch a bag, it was free
But that’s just for me, give it to her like ahhh, master p

I have no limit, I go hard as a motherfucker
You need packy I see a star like a motherfucker
384 bars like a motherfucker, all lot of breath, I should pause like a motherfucker
Nah, I gotta go hard as a motherfucker
Drop top … as a motherfucker
Started off small living large as a motherfucker
In the rear view I came far as a motherfucker
Rip the head off medusa and all the blood suckers
….shout out to … and my blood brothers
… watching the throne… motherfuckers

Time to break the beat down for these clowns
Tell my uncle Otis he could all rip now
Go to sleep now, my flow see now
And I ain’t trying to get locked up in the … now
System, I can’t feel my face, I’m trying to feel the base
But I got all this ace in my system
Run circles around you rap niggers like I’m doing drills for the piston
Sleep comfy, but I can hear the whispers
Draw still cause niggers still don’t get the picture
Gotta paint it red, just so they can see it
If you can’t understand the colors nigger ice tea it
Now bring the base up, turn up the snare
Tell them bitches with lace fronts start fixing their hair
And mars give a nigger drum roll right here, and right there, yeah

Back, back, back upon that rap shit,
Keep that Louie knapsack and that backpack shit
… fucking 3 bitches a night, call it hattrick
Lose angeles, kings … doing our thing
And I kinda get away with the plan used to walk around in a fucking day

Game Ft. Drake - Good Girls Gone Bad Lyrics

Game Ft. Drake - Good Girls Gone Bad Lyrics

[Game]
Since BIG aint here, I’mma do it for T’yanna
And put roses on the grave for Kanye’s mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
All the girls that hold it down, gettin’ beat on by their man
Respect women, I don’t care if they a 2 or a 10
We don’t beat on Kat Stacks we just bring it to an end
And we don’t wanna see Nicki fighting Lil Kim
There’s missin’ women out there, let’s just focus on them

This song is dedicated to Natalee Holloway
I feel for her Daddy, so I wrote this on Fathers Day
I know she gone, but she aint far away
I just had a daughter, pass me that cigar ‘Ye
I’m about to tell a story, everybody parlay
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 and slept in the hallway
I learned this the hard way
When police came our way, my daddy had his act on
Like it never happened: (Broadway)
Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real with you
Now my mama good, nigga, she ain’t gotta deal wit’ ya
You want some money? Nigga I aint get a deal wit’ ya
You aint sayin’ nothin’, you like a still picture
You better thank God you still breathing air cause
You coulda went out, like ya boy Steve McNair

[Hook]
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no (I, wont)
If you dont, you gon’ really love us (I said I wont)
Please don’t use us, dooon’t

[Drake]
Good evening, I’m in Chicago at the Elysian
With some girls that say they models, but hmm… I don’t believe ‘em
Who’s still gettin’ tested?
Wheres all the women at, could still remember who they slept with?
Where’s all the girls too busy studying to make the guest list?
But when you do go out, you still working with what you was blessed with
Do it girl, I’ll be your King, be a Queen Latifah
I love ya ass like Milhouse love Lisa
I love ya ass like the ninja turtles love pizza
Ironically enough, you something I want a piece of
You got it girl, this song remind me of Kat from Philly
A girl I used to love but still she started acting silly
Her hearts a lil’ chilly, she a little too carefree
In 10 years, who’s paying for all that therapy
Umm, nigga not me!
Yeah, I’m probably not the man you take me for
But I bet I could be if you make me yours
Most of the shit I say is true
When I’m done with bad bitches I’m coming straight to you
Good girl

[Hook]
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
If you dont, you gon’ really love us
Please don’t use us, dooon’t

[Game - Verse 3]
Drizzy, I’m sittin here watchin’ Basketball Wives
Like ugh, them is basketball wives?
Only cute one, Gloria, thats my nigga Matt Barnes chick
Can’t swim in that poon fool, thats a crucial conflict
Never sleep with the wife of niggas you eat with
And never buy a chick a bag on the first day
Or pop a bottle with her on her birthday
And tell her ass, get on
That type of shit’ll get you spit on
I don’t hit on girls, I just hit on girls
Like “hey lil mama, come in Game and Drizzy world”
“Get busy girl, drink that Rose til you dizzy girl”
She walking round the club all lost like “where is he, girl?”
He on the top of the charts next to Beyonce
Right under Kanye, so let the Dom spray
Thats your girl, nigga go on make her cry
Soon as you do, I’m pulling up in that Porsche, like “Lets ride”

[Hook]
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
If you dont make the good girls go bad, no
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
If you dont, you gon’ really love us
Please don’t use us, dooon’t

[Game - Outro]
Word on the news stand, Alicia got herself a man
And thats my nigga Swizzy, know you see Game and Drizzy
Surrounded by them diamonds, Imma cold mackin
Nigga its a cold climate, don’t ask me where the crime went
Just tell me where them dimes went
So I can get em fitted, let em beat a bridesmaid at the wedding for my niggas
Yeah I’m married to the game
And she married to my chain, watching Boys In The Hood
Lets take a drive down memory lane

Game - Born In The Trap Lyrics

Game - Born In The Trap Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Game]
I was born in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over their Jordans and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it ain’t ? New York
But life is a bitch out here: word to Too $hort
Wack as a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted like it was Newports
Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to them holy men
Just had a daughter homie, named her Katrina
If I raise her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries
The Game still in Cali eating off The Documentary
Take em to the cemetry I mean the cemetary
Where everybody boxed down: Refrigerator Perry

[Hook]
And everybody fuck up and blame it on Barack
Cause he’s just like T.I..: Born in the Trap
And everybody fuck up and blame it on Barack
Cause he’s just like Gucci: Born in the Trap
And everybody fuck up and blame it on Barack
Cause he’s just like Jeezy: Born in the Trap
And every little fuck up, my gun she go “crack!”
Cause I’m just like Outkast, born in the Trap

[Verse 2 - Game]
So what’s going on with you faggots?
And what you gonna do when your swag no longer matters?
And your bitch ain’t the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And your Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
Cause they running around like they was your age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the world ain’t got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on these niggas
Golddiggers sucked you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I used to run around like you, run the town like you
Walk my red nose and clown like you
But it got old like Betty White
This rap shit real deep like Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white
Walking though them Crip hoods in the cherry Niks
Now I live a married life, walking in the house
To the home-cooked meals
Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills

[Hook]
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
Just like Goodie Mob, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
But just like Luda, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
Take em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn how to Trap

[Verse 3 - Game]
Shit deeper than the roof’s bent
15?s drumming, Questlove in the coup fam
Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the jungle so I came with gorillas
Since niggas dropping more dimes than we fuckin
We out the hood, tryna get money like ?
Splitting backboards just to get our weed stuffed in
The crack we cookin, we don’t need ovens
We need something to put in the mouth of our kids
Instead of copping chains, lets fly to Chile and dig
Go to Haiti and feed to the bahamas and breathe
On the way back, to my nigga Sean from Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel like this rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel like its irrelevant
So I’m about to pop the trunk like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president
I’m about to pop the trunk like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president

Told you I was gonna kill this shit, Primo

Game Ft. Sam Cooke - Graveyard Lyrics

Game Ft. Sam Cooke - Graveyard Lyrics

welcome to the graveyard
where everybody like to pray: allahu akbar
you scared to say “god?” they call me game because i play hard
so get your helmets and your face guards
i spit holy water, lets have a face off: nicholas cage
they say the boy is off the chain like two pits in a cage
your girl say my flow the bomb like i swallow grenades
respect the rules up in this shit so you gotta get paid
or you gotta get spayed like windex with them twin techs
i’ll raid on top of insects. niggas die fuckin they family
oh, where i’m from they call that “incest”
open the bible, good book serves its purpose for shook crooks
heavenly father, i think we in heaven, be a good look
sing the hook:

in this heartless world that i live in
i have learned that i can’t depend on love
it hasn’t made me a saint
so i’mma take it all with me to the graveyard

the cemetery ain’t as new as the saint it look
they bury ministers there right next to straight crooks
and nas told niggas they was shooting and they’d look
niggas rhyme about banging, getting whooped on facebook
now put that on your wall, i put that on the wall
i shot-call and brawl quicker than jon wall
i’m killing these niggas, bought everything last year
and wasn’t feeling these niggas. i mean i was numb last year
wasn’t feeling you niggas. came back
to sell a few more mil on you niggas
toast! i’m in the phantom, nah nigga i ain’t scared of no ghost
cause all the dead rapper’s albums are selling the most

some say the 3rd verse puts niggas in a hearse
since i was born jay, guess i’m the gift & the curse
lot of bloods out here, but nigga i did it first
still blood out here that’s why i’m up in the church
still repenting for my sins, but not all the way
cause i just rode up in the benz and handed homie the k
what he gon do with it? probably run up on your crew with it
that’s what i call rap beef, luckily i’m through with it
now i just lean back, ’72 with it
sell it to a nigga down south, he act a fool with it
back to them haters and the stool-pigeons
you’re too busy tryna judge us stars, but how are you living?

Game Ft. 50 Cent - Westside Story Lyrics

Game Ft. 50 Cent - Westside Story Lyrics

[The Game]
Crip niggas, Blood niggas, 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
Niggas 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

[Hook 2X: 50 Cent]
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!!

[The Game]
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 niggas 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

[Hook]

[The Game]
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 niggas 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 Deebo when he was Zeus
Play Bishop I paint that picture now who got the +Juice+?
You niggas 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

[Hook]

Game Ft. Chris Brown - Pot Of Gold Lyrics

Game Ft. Chris Brown - Pot Of Gold Lyrics

[Hook: Chris Brown]
All the spotlight
Is not for me
I close my eyes
And imagine I’m home
I miss the days
When life was simple
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow
In search of the pot of gold

[Verse 1 - The Game]
It’s a mother out there right now
About to have the next LeBron
Searching for a pot of gold like a leprechaun
They say death comes in threes
Who’s next in line?

And I just lost a best friend for the second time
Now I’m on a quest to find peace
Still gotta carry my piece and
“Soo Woo!” when it’s reppin’ time
Y’all don’t understand.. I’m misunderstood
Give Interscope two more albums
Then I’m done for good
Sold 10 million records, ain’t leave the hood
It’s a cold world, everybody need a hood
And everybody doing time, stay headstrong
You still got a chance to
Live even though you dead wrong

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 2 - The Game]
Sometimes I try to do good but I just can’t be
It’s hard to get myself to do things that ain’t me
And y’all should thank me
But my haters busy trying to send me home early
But you can’t New Orlean Saint me
I ain’t a saint B, I ain’t a god God
I ain’t a angel neither but I try hard y’all
I’m lighting up for all my soldiers at war
As I sit back and watch
The ashes on my cigar fall
Wayne just came home and
Tip back on the yard dawg
Guess Pujols ain’t the only one playing hard ball

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
See the thing about all of us is
We never know just what we’d find

[Hook: Chris Brown]

Game Ft. Lil Wayne & Tyler The Creator - Martians Vs. Goblins Lyrics

Uses intestines for the strength
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 should’ve got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan’s..

Game - MTV Rap Fix Freestyle Lyrics

Game - MTV Rap Fix Freestyle Lyrics

Red rose white ceiling
Nobody, no cash, just blood spilling,
I ain’t a dead president, but I love maidens
They like gang when you bang, yeah blood chilling.
But I don’t know allies, I know villains,
I’ve been lost .. with some drug dealers,
I bought the.. and hit the block and..
Industry is big crack, that after…

But I ain’t seen any here,
Still survived like the New York is the first tear
Still the most.. spit the most butter,
My albums got more game than…
Who said I never go platinum,
Who said I never drive a van?
I park in every strip club in Atlanta.
… I keep the level here,
Boy I know…. after doing buis and affairs.
…to see murder,
Come to my hood, see murder
Ain’t a block in my city that you ain’t heard of
Pull up on the block, no love,

Black ..and we all fit OJ’s glove.
And I’mma keep name dropping, as long as my name popping
… all white nights, white rage, white crimes
..cracking the concrete living a coke… life.
I spit .. like.. switch cars,
Switch stars, you know why?
Cause I’m a crib.. fuck you bitch!
I live life like ain’t no money on my..
I write the sixteens, you’re singing on a…
..I’m whipping ‘em out.
Being gang bang is the first.. result.

But me and my… are rare,
All I need is the infra-red
Forget the gun loaded is info rare,
and I lock ‘em down for a roof top, but hit ‘em up close,
Let ‘em know that I’m a fucking killer like..
Face, no chase for the…
When it comes for a chef in the kitchen, I’m a chef like…
..rolling out, pouring out some liquor for my..
I was bigger than the… they was…

And wonder why I walk around with my soul lost,
Black hoodie, I write music like Mozart
Diesel, John Travolta, I play both..
Drag my… it’s been like it’s a…
Ain’t been crazy since I learned how to throe dust
Wanna pull my mother fucker..
I black out, you should back out, too
Cause I’ve got a night vision, with this mother fucking infra-red.

Game Ft. Gucci Mane - Wow Lyrics

Game Ft. Gucci Mane - Wow Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Game:]
My car, my bitch nigger, everything major
My niggers they shoot like Indiana Pacers
Indiana hoosers don’t get more about the laser
What your fucking team up, meaning [?]
Red phantom pink slip, everything paid for
Black 24?s lips fatter than Fantasia’s
Had a bitch from Asia, put her up on the chronic
And her name Su Woo, isn’t it ironic?
My bars Grey Goose and tonic and when I vomit
Respect me like Muhammed, but nigger I’m not Islamic
All about my profit, angel in the cockpit
Devil in the rear view, heaven’s the only option
Angel on the hood like reverend runs [?]
The day I’m feeling good riding in his holy ghost
Hate me like I’m god’s son wanna see you deceased
Break the 6th commandment if you run upon this Jesus piece

[Chorus - Gucci Mane:]
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane:]
Balling, like Amauri
I’m not an athlete but it’s a track beat
I’m on a great run, the world love me
So love to hate me, it’s all gravy
So icy, so [?] ice cream on my face it ain’t your face nigger
I’m on my grind constant, yeah my grind custom
While you cross counters, we cross continents
Yellow diamonds on my wrist it looking like an omelette
I’m not a pumpkin, I trap [?]
I got irons, squares for you
Power for goons, prepare for you
So where the move blood i’m tattooed [?]
I’m a straight thug, I keep a [?]
So where the move blood i’m tattooed [?]
I’m a straight thug, I keep a [?]

[Chorus - Gucci Mane:]
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow

[Verse 3 - Game:]
[?] we onto something major
Chains, Gucci, light it up like Vegas
Down goes Frasier, my shooters like [?]
And we keep that new pain run when you see them lasers
We bring them trailblazers smoking kush from Malaysians
Still trapping like back then the iPhones were pagers
Click clapping, what’s happening 4 5 at you haters
Keep yapping, I’m clapping, T.I. know we Takers
Nigger I don’t give a damn [?] cellophane
Get your boss on your phone cause we don’t fuck with middle men
Hit your boss at your home fucking with my middle man
Where I’m from it’s off at your dome for just a kilogram
Gucci they talking about that tattoo up your face
Must of forgotten them boys you shot nigger murder was the case
This summer is ours ain’t a motherfucker safe
And in a fall, I’m putting 5 mil in a fucking safe

[Chorus - Gucci Mane:]
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow

Game Ft. Yelawolf - Rough Lyrics

Game Ft. Yelawolf - Rough Lyrics

[Verse 1: Game]
What do you do when life gets too hard for you
Shed tears or is that to hard for you
I’m just a man, reflection of my family
Meaning you ain’t gotta have one to understand me
I got kids, I got friends
Only difference between me and you is I don’t care bout this benz
I care about Will he was dying and he needed me
I care about the Grammy they gave Missy they cheated me
But they cheated Drake, they cheated Justin Bieber
Guess America don’t like Canada we some fuckin heathens
Game can’t watch his mouth that’s why his daddy beat him
Same mouth made him millions and now his daddy need him
Finally got a black president look at how they treat him
Kids starvin in Africa why only Oprah feed them?
What happened to the music that I know
I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono

[Hook]
Is it my fault, cause I try
Gave in my all, hip hop died
Where do we go now, when it’s over?
I’m looking all around, can this be?
The aftermath

[Verse 2: Game]
The living, the dead
These Dre beats, my head
My life, featuring Wayne
That was Jayceon, this is Game
Adjacent to the fame ain’t chasing a damn thing
So tonight let all of your pain be champagne
I can’t tame my killers but I can tell them chill
I might give you a pass depending how I feel
The bi polar bear
They said the end of the World is comin I know it’s here
Cause California cold this year
Detox, R.E.D
MC’s dead
Kill them softly like Lauren Hill
Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cause a nigga in a foreign wheel
We all born to die, some of us born to kill
If that don’t wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will

[Hook]
Is it my fault, cause I try
Gave in my all, hip hop died
Where do we go now, when it’s over?
I’m looking all around, can this be?
The aftermath

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Never I thought I’d see the day when I, would roll up in the parking lot
And having people comin up to me for a photograph of the shit I talk about
Yela can I get an autograph Alabama so proud that we just can’t wait
Congrats on the Shady deal, any news on the release date?
I told them what I can, shake another hand sign another autograph it’s cool
Got fans gettin inked up, they de-cater to me I love you too
Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll
Long barrell.38 loaded I’m John Wayne in Geronimo
So I don’t really know what’s got some these pussies panties in a ball
Cause I never done shit but get better and believin’ in God
And leavin’ my mom at 15 with a dream and a cross
A cross that I didn’t see until I was nailed to it for believin’ at all
That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it
I mean I knew it would be hard but really come on ya’ll
Oh I’m a redneck? Fuck YOU tatted on my neck
I’ll sip high life in a can at the grammys now add that to my rep
Bitch!

[Hook]
Is it my fault, cause I try
Gave in my all, hip hop died
Where do we go now, when it’s over?
I’m looking all around, can this be?
The aftermath

Game - Out Of Towner Lyrics

Game - Out Of Towner Lyrics

sitting on the subway looking like who is that?
the boy got …hood new york….
you can never miss me, we are cool at that,
they love me, i holler like a ten dollar…
i spit that old street blues, yeah, .. rap
my style is big…
i said my style is big…
if i skip to next track…
goes to manhattan, see what…
..cause we’re … in the fashion!
madison square, gandhi, feeling like…
jordan’s… fresh to death, my gears in the coffin!
…nigger coughing and blowing…

chorus:
riding in the old train, listen …
i’m just riding in the old train, listen …
riding in the old train, listen …
i’m just riding in the, old train listen …
said i’m riding in the old train, listen to the…

..you nigger is copy pets, my style is…
i ain’t shot …cut me on cold weather,
and all i do is win,…
…niggers riding in,
killers from ….niggers out here robbing ‘em,
and even get ..ain’t coming to him.
keep thinking …that lien and how you…
…for god i was on the hook,
…for corner hustlers,
bad kings, mcs all wanna fuck with us.
blowing trees like the winter city,
nigger, i blow trees in the winter city

chorus:
riding in the old train, listen …
i’m just riding in the old train, listen …
riding in the old train, listen …
i’m just riding in the old train, listen …
said i’m riding in the old train, listen to the…

i’ve been …
first forty eighty,
ain’t nothing about the gold, damn, nigger my fans…
and ever since they locked my nigger’s old damn
everything slow down, but my nigger… is on!
the homie… put the bosses on,
we blow horns like the dolphins’ song
and we don’t force the ..that new era fly off the..
i’m about to take my time to south beach,
i don’t even go to the games, but gotta…
ain’t no tricking, daddy, ..have a couple mojitos to fuck him like the …
riding down ..in a place they think i’m uncle luke,
tony montana, who the fuck is you?
i’m the old west side…

chorus:
riding in the fast lane, listen …
i’m just riding in the fast lane, listen …
riding in the fast lane, listen …
i’m just riding in the fast lane listen …
said i’m riding in the fast lane, listen to the…

Game - Mr. West Money The Power Lyrics

Game - Mr. West Money The Power Lyrics

[Verse 1]
?
I guess it’s time for me to put them 808?s in
Middle finger to them faggot niggas hating
And ? to all my fucking Haitians
Give me a pimp cup to pour my Rose in
I’m in the same car that Ricky Rozay in
Tell Satan that it’s a celebration
So get your hands up, nigga get your hands up
Now, which one of us is really Mr. West?
Probably the one of us that really needs to wear his vest
And I’m just shooting my niggas some subliminals
‘Cuz he got all the bitches and I be with the criminals
Beat sound like some crazy shit that Tim would do
Now when you see me, I’m the brown Eminem to you
Show you what I’m finna do, but you don’t know it’s me though
Magic when I shoot, get to boxing like Hedo
Turkoglu, niggas, get to murking you niggas
Hit your block in the Caprice and just circle you niggas
Know what I mean? Think you pheens how I’m serving you niggas
Know what I mean? Think I’m beans how I’m serving you niggas
And it ain’t rice and beans when I’m serving you niggas
Punk you in front of your crew, Steve Eurkel you niggas
Putting bull shit out, I hope it works for you niggas
And when it don’t, come and see me, I got that work for you niggas

[Hook X2]
Like uh (Mr. West, Mr. West!)
Uh (Mr. West, Mr. West!)
Uh (Mr. West, Mr. West!)
Now, which one of us is really Mr. West?

[Verse 2]
He had a rose, I had a rose too
Eat your money up, you know how them hoes do
Burn rubber, swear to God they gon’ love ya
Like rookie cops, can’t wait to be undercovers
I’m six-five, nigga basketball size
You act like I can’t fuck one of them basketball wives
I be a basketball Game, with my basketball dame
Feeling like, Hov, call back, I’m watching basketball dang
D-mn, but I ain’t talking ’bout dames
I ain’t talking bout Hov, I’m just talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got game
? the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, niggas talk a lot
They way they gossiping hip-hop should be a barber shop
Getting cash money baby, why you trying to baller block?
Mad chick, her’s, man somebody gotta call the shots

[Hook]

[Bridge]
I guess it’s me y’all, the highest on the see saw
Get so much money, why the fuck would I wann be y’all?
Shit, I be everywhere, but I don’t ever see y’all
So for the next 12 songs, I’mma fucking R.I.P. y’all

[Verse 3]
Sometimes I hear anger talking, asking how I’m feeling
I’m just happy to be alive, Lord willing
Four albums later, two more children
Feeling like ‘Ye, “Mr. West is in the building”
What happened to the competition? Nigga I killed ‘em
Can’t drink Crystal, the nigga ho chilled ‘em
I’m on this patent rhyme like I know them niggas
Them haters say I fell off? I’m ’bout to show them niggas
Drake and J. Cole them niggas
I sold nine mill, made nine mill, and kept it hood nigga
Just like Drake told a nigga
I made it rain in hundreds like I was Big Meech
I made it rain in hundreds when I was with Meech
Went from a Cutlus with the old front end
To a, um, Benz, stop light jumping
Now I’mma take you back to where I got jumped in
West side Compton, just east of the one ten

[Hook Number 2]
I just roll weed on your last album
And after that I’m ’bout to fuck your girl for ’bout an hour
Look around the club, uh, all I see is cowards
Mad ‘cuz I got respect, the money, and the power
I just roll weed on your last album
And after that I’m ’bout to fuck your girl for ’bout an hour
Look around the club and all I see is cowards
Mad ‘cuz I got respect, the money, and all the power

[Verse 4]
“No one man should have..” ‘Ye said that
“Can’t knock the…” Naw, Jay said that
“You can thank me…” Naw, Drake said that
“Mind playing tricks on me” Scarface said that
But I’m about to roll this paper plane
Hit the barber shop, get cut before this Laker game
Niggas hate The Game, sometimes I hate the fame
They hate my bitch, they hate my chain
I’m so hood, I might fly to New York and just take the train
On some John Travolta shit, just take the train
If you in New York at two o’clock, don’t take the train
I make niggas dissapear, no David Blaine
I split your whole team up, no Jay and Dame
Fresher than Will Smith was before Jada came
Four albums, twelve cars, but the flow stay the same
Every nigga I dap turn blood, it’s like I’m made of flame
Dipping this red flag, like the one I gave to Wayne

[Hook Number 2]

[Verse 5]
Go Dwight Howard, now watch them hoes run
Soon as the Game over, they back stripping for ones
Had your bitch all in my crib, stripping for fun
Getting head, thinking ’bout cars when I strip ‘em for fun
Walk in my closet, throw on my J’s, pick up my gun
Spin the block with some some shit that spit quicker than puns
I respect two East Coast niggas, Biggie was one
If he was living, he’d say that no one is sicker then son, uh
Young gun, bar none, the tightest where I’m from
Roll some much kush, got the leaves sticking to my thumb
As I break it down , bring that six tray around
Banging Nas album, yeah, you can hate me now
Treat beef like haircuts, I gotta fade it down
Ran out bars, guess I name-drop Slim and Baby now
Why do niggas hate? Only ‘cuz I get Cash Money
Six bricks in the Aston Martin, that’s fast money

[Hook Number 2]

Game - 25 To Life Lyrics

Game - 25 To Life Lyrics

25 to life no f*cking the road
Is enemies in this b*tch and i don’t trust the soul
So when i’m open here i’m eyes will make the best of it
Break to the law you take care of the rest of it
25 to life got me feelin like i’m stuck,
the only reason i survive is i don’t give a f*ck
None of bad luck and i ain’t never cry a tear never going home
Nigga f*ck around ..
25 to life

25 to life no f*cking the road
Is enemies in this b*tch and i don’t trust the soul
So when i’m open here i’m eyes will make the best of it
Break to the law you take care of the rest of it
25 to life got me feelin like i’m stuck,
the only reason i survive is i don’t give a f*ck
None of bad luck and i ain’t never cry a tear never going home
Nigga f*ck around ..
25 to life

25 to life no f*cking the road
Is enemies in this b*tch and i don’t trust the soul
So when i’m open here i’m eyes will make the best of it
Break to the law you take care of the rest of it
25 to life got me feelin like i’m stuck,
the only reason i survive is i don’t give a f*ck
None of bad luck and i ain’t never cry a tear never going home
Nigga f*ck around ..
25 to life