(feat. DMX)
[DMX]
In the name of Jesus, let us pray
Father we thank you for wakin us up this morning
We thank you for surrounding us with your guardian angels as we slept
We thank you for waking our family and friends and loved ones as well
Keeping us safe
We thank you for, waking our enemies this day father
For they are your children as we are
Lord I, Earl Simmons, stand in the gap with Jayceon Terrell Taylor
And pray that, he he's continued, as a child of yours
He's continued in your face, he's continued with the blessings
that you've blessed so many others with
In the name of Jesus
We pray that any obstacle, the devil plans to place in our path
be removed in the name of Jesus father
Every spirit, everything ugly that we come up against
Right now father, every spirit of addiction
Every spirit of ANGER~!
Every spirit of JEALOUSY, every spirit of DECEPTION
Every spirit of GREED! EVERY SPIRIT OF ENVY!
EVERY SPIRIT OF LUST, WE COME AGAINST
RIGHT NOW IN THE NAME OF JESUS FATHER
Let us say, DEVIL, I rebuke you in the name of Jesus
DEVIL, we rebuke you in the name of Jesus
DEVIL, we rebuke you in the name of Jesus
DEVIL, we rebuke you in the name of Jesus
DEVIL, we rebuke you in the name of Jesus
DEVIL, we rebuke you in the name of Jesus
DEVIL, WE REBUKE YOU, IN THE NAME OF JESUS~!
[thunder rolls and ends]
The Game - The Documentary 2 Album Lyrics
The Game - The Documentary 2 Lyrics
Writer: Rico Evans, Michael Hernandez
Copyright: Lyrics © S.P.A.(SOCIEDADE PORTUGUESA DE AUTORES)
Copyright: Lyrics © S.P.A.(SOCIEDADE PORTUGUESA DE AUTORES)
On Me
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals, no pens and pencils
I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my dentals, way back when
When we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial, remedial thoughts
Never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, f*ck bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck, to dishraggin' bitches
That was hard to f*ck, I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day
[Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar:]
Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis, I made my tape
And recorded portraits in front of sirens, I made you hate the vibrant
You can't escape the tyrant, you can't relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seedAnd harvest All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Know we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it, " I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, f*ck that, I'll play
Like no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm from
Therefore my energy had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done, BLAOW!
[Interlude - Kendrick Lamar:]
Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would show gratitude
Fooled you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a butterfly for the energy
Game I need acapella
[Verse 3 - Game:]
There I go, give me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they need a dollar
That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, that's on me
You get a bullet f*ckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like f*ck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
Like what's up cause
(Yo dawg where you from?)
No time to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it with TDE mothaf*cka
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't you come f*ckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I did
F*cked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You f*ck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put that...
[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:]
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie
Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals, no pens and pencils
I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual
With a Backwood clinched between my dentals, way back when
When we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial, remedial thoughts
Never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, f*ck bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck, to dishraggin' bitches
That was hard to f*ck, I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day
[Verse 2 - Kendrick Lamar:]
Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis, I made my tape
And recorded portraits in front of sirens, I made you hate the vibrant
You can't escape the tyrant, you can't relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seedAnd harvest All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Know we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it, " I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, f*ck that, I'll play
Like no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm from
Therefore my energy had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done, BLAOW!
[Interlude - Kendrick Lamar:]
Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would show gratitude
Fooled you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and Hennessy
I can pimp a butterfly for the energy
Game I need acapella
[Verse 3 - Game:]
There I go, give me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they need a dollar
That's on my mama, niggas up and did me a solid
I put that on me, that's on me
You get a bullet f*ckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like f*ck your rules, nigga this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead friends
Round here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headband
Like what's up cause
(Yo dawg where you from?)
No time to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it with TDE mothaf*cka
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't you come f*ckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I did
F*cked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You f*ck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put that...
[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:]
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga you are not the homie
Writer: JAHMAL D. CANTERO, ERICA WRIGHT, UFORO IMEH EBONG, KENDRICK DUCKWORTH, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR, STANLEY BERNARD BENTON, CASH JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY, Songtrust Ave
Step Up
[Verse 1 - Game:]
I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker
Where guns spark quicker, on four niggas
Them niggas better walk with you, take the long way home
My finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong
Like Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows
Casket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows
Expose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas
Never said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga
The Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this
Used to tap Dre on the shoulder like, "Nigga come hear this shit"
He thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice
Los Angeles God, we mob like Infamous
Ain't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done shook ones
Bullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some
Don't you stand there and look dumb
Ain't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the hook come
Lives, I done took some
[Hook - Sha Sha:]
When I look around I hear something tell me
That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me
And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on
But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real
[Verse 2 - Game:]
I kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy
I pull up floors and take them charges with me
Aventador as I explore the city
Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy
You could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'
Think I'm bluffin'? Guns cocked, say somethin'
Ain't too many real niggas in this here rap shit
The industry soft when Plies getting slammed and shit
I feel like Mayweather in May weather
Whoop the white nigga ass, it might pay better
Got my Timbs on the gas in this grey sweater
Tag Coogi, I bet you'd be more cautious if you knew me
Your girl tryna do me, hoochie, groupie
She tryna catch up on a Gucci, baby, no, I'm out like Karrueche
Gave me that BJ so I slid in that bazooki
And that's my I'm the dookie
You f*ck me, I'm f*cking your bitch, stupid
[Hook - Sha Sha:]
When I look around I hear something tell me
That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me
And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on
But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real
[Outro - DeJ Loaf & Game:]
Dej holla at these niggas for me
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
Pull up on a nigga like, "uh"
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
Pull up on a nigga like, uh"
I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker
Where guns spark quicker, on four niggas
Them niggas better walk with you, take the long way home
My finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong
Like Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows
Casket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows
Expose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas
Never said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga
The Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this
Used to tap Dre on the shoulder like, "Nigga come hear this shit"
He thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice
Los Angeles God, we mob like Infamous
Ain't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done shook ones
Bullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some
Don't you stand there and look dumb
Ain't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the hook come
Lives, I done took some
[Hook - Sha Sha:]
When I look around I hear something tell me
That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me
And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on
But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real
[Verse 2 - Game:]
I kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy
I pull up floors and take them charges with me
Aventador as I explore the city
Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy
You could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'
Think I'm bluffin'? Guns cocked, say somethin'
Ain't too many real niggas in this here rap shit
The industry soft when Plies getting slammed and shit
I feel like Mayweather in May weather
Whoop the white nigga ass, it might pay better
Got my Timbs on the gas in this grey sweater
Tag Coogi, I bet you'd be more cautious if you knew me
Your girl tryna do me, hoochie, groupie
She tryna catch up on a Gucci, baby, no, I'm out like Karrueche
Gave me that BJ so I slid in that bazooki
And that's my I'm the dookie
You f*ck me, I'm f*cking your bitch, stupid
[Hook - Sha Sha:]
When I look around I hear something tell me
That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for
And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me
And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on
But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real
[Outro - DeJ Loaf & Game:]
Dej holla at these niggas for me
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
Pull up on a nigga like, "uh"
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
You know I know where you live at, boy
Pull up on a nigga like, uh"
Writer: KEITH ELAM, CHRISTOPHER EDWARD MARTIN, KEITH EDWARD CROUCH, KEVIN T. JONES, UFORO IMEH EBONG, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR, STANLEY BERNARD BENTON, CASH MCELROY JONES SR., DEJA MONET TRIMBLE, SHAUNICE L. JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Dont Trip
[Intro - Dr. Dre:]
Damn, Will.I.am, my nigga. It's your boy Dre
Yo, I don't think people know that you know how to take it to the streets
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Check it out now, check it out now
Check it out, uh-huh
It's like that, yeah, it's like that now
It's like that, uh-huh, it's like that now
A black.45, I gotta put it on
That chrome Glock 9, I gotta put it on
That.38 special, I gotta put it on
Never leave the house without the teflon
Hop off the porch like, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
[Chorus - will.I.am and Game:]
Ooh, that new bounce
New bounce, new bo don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me
[Verse 2 - Game:]
Nigga, don't trip
Don't trip, homie
Yeah, I'm the opposite of Crip, homie
You ain't even gotta ask, niggas know me
I make it rain like Tony, Toni, Tone!
Aventador to the corner store, I whip this hard
Compton God, watch em jump over cop cars
Yeah, I grew up to N.W.A., nigga
And my grannies whipping yay-yay, nigga
[Verse 3 - Ice Cube:]
Come on, don't trip, homie
Ice grew up around Crips, homie
Where you motherf*ckers find this phony?
Acting hard, he's a tenderoni
The boulevard to the prison yard, I push this cart
Westside rolling, wherever you are
And I been coming up, and ain't none of ya'll niggas running up
Cause I'm quickdraw when I'm gunning up
Boy you know the sun ain't coming up
Layed that ass down
Tryna milk this cash cow
Face down, look at you now
Bitch!
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - Dr. Dre:]
You know the deal greet a nigga on your knees bitch
You heard the talk around town I don't need shit, Compton
Deep water got em sea suck
Murder, murder shit and ain't nobody see shit
Bomb weed, palm tree, gold D shit
Who that nigga that said I wasn't gon be shit
Cocktail through the window with the indo
It's what this is we gon stress them innuendos
We do what we wanna when we want to
And we never hesitated to confront you
And we same shit as kids
It was normal to us, I might take you
But it might f*ck around and haunt you
Shoulda come and see this shit
Give a f*ck about no tours, nigga
I want you to come and be this shit
Ren, Cube, Yella, Dre and Eazy-E t**s shit
See how long it take your punk ass to leave this bitch
Compton
[Chorus - The Game:]
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Nigga don't trip
[Verse 5 - The Game:]
Don't trip blood, I make it rain in Compton like it's a strip club
I grew up on Santana block, that's where the Crips was
My mama house was in the middle of the street
How was a nigga supposed to get to school
I hopped every backyard on my block
Till I got to Elm Street, took the rag out my sock
And I could have been a Crip but I ain't like blue that much
All Crip school, I ain't really go to school that much
I was selling crack on Elm, bagging up sacks on Elm
With the ratchet in my boogie jacket giving you the facts on
We was fighting over territory with the T Flats on Elm
I had to scrap on Elm, that's how I got my stripes
Air Max 95s not a scratch on my Nikes
2016 motherf*cker don't you pull it
Cause I made it out of Compton with a stab wound and five bullets
[Chorus - The Game:]
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Nigga don't trip
[Verse 6 - The Game:]
Cause I'm bool like that, I'm bool like that
I'm bool like that, yeah I'm bool like that
They say Game, why you always act a fool like that?
Cause I went to Compton High Crip School like that
I was Blood and I ain't really like blue like that
They was Crippin they ain't give a f*ck who like that
Them niggas jumped me why they have to do a ru like that
Nigga went and got the homies and we flew right back
They see like that, we be like that
We trip like that cause LA sick like that
We Blood like that, we Crip like that
The blunt lit like that, we out
[Outro - Will.I.Am:]
When you ready, lemme know
When you want it, lemme know
I got it
When you see me
Congratulate a nigga don't hate
Niggas will always be niggas yep, true!
That's why I don't trip on these niggas
Would you?
Nigga is wild like gorillas that's stuck in that zoo, yep!
What happens when niggas unite and start making the moves
Don't trip
Damn, Will.I.am, my nigga. It's your boy Dre
Yo, I don't think people know that you know how to take it to the streets
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Check it out now, check it out now
Check it out, uh-huh
It's like that, yeah, it's like that now
It's like that, uh-huh, it's like that now
A black.45, I gotta put it on
That chrome Glock 9, I gotta put it on
That.38 special, I gotta put it on
Never leave the house without the teflon
Hop off the porch like, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
[Chorus - will.I.am and Game:]
Ooh, that new bounce
New bounce, new bo don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me
[Verse 2 - Game:]
Nigga, don't trip
Don't trip, homie
Yeah, I'm the opposite of Crip, homie
You ain't even gotta ask, niggas know me
I make it rain like Tony, Toni, Tone!
Aventador to the corner store, I whip this hard
Compton God, watch em jump over cop cars
Yeah, I grew up to N.W.A., nigga
And my grannies whipping yay-yay, nigga
[Verse 3 - Ice Cube:]
Come on, don't trip, homie
Ice grew up around Crips, homie
Where you motherf*ckers find this phony?
Acting hard, he's a tenderoni
The boulevard to the prison yard, I push this cart
Westside rolling, wherever you are
And I been coming up, and ain't none of ya'll niggas running up
Cause I'm quickdraw when I'm gunning up
Boy you know the sun ain't coming up
Layed that ass down
Tryna milk this cash cow
Face down, look at you now
Bitch!
[Chorus]
[Verse 4 - Dr. Dre:]
You know the deal greet a nigga on your knees bitch
You heard the talk around town I don't need shit, Compton
Deep water got em sea suck
Murder, murder shit and ain't nobody see shit
Bomb weed, palm tree, gold D shit
Who that nigga that said I wasn't gon be shit
Cocktail through the window with the indo
It's what this is we gon stress them innuendos
We do what we wanna when we want to
And we never hesitated to confront you
And we same shit as kids
It was normal to us, I might take you
But it might f*ck around and haunt you
Shoulda come and see this shit
Give a f*ck about no tours, nigga
I want you to come and be this shit
Ren, Cube, Yella, Dre and Eazy-E t**s shit
See how long it take your punk ass to leave this bitch
Compton
[Chorus - The Game:]
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Nigga don't trip
[Verse 5 - The Game:]
Don't trip blood, I make it rain in Compton like it's a strip club
I grew up on Santana block, that's where the Crips was
My mama house was in the middle of the street
How was a nigga supposed to get to school
I hopped every backyard on my block
Till I got to Elm Street, took the rag out my sock
And I could have been a Crip but I ain't like blue that much
All Crip school, I ain't really go to school that much
I was selling crack on Elm, bagging up sacks on Elm
With the ratchet in my boogie jacket giving you the facts on
We was fighting over territory with the T Flats on Elm
I had to scrap on Elm, that's how I got my stripes
Air Max 95s not a scratch on my Nikes
2016 motherf*cker don't you pull it
Cause I made it out of Compton with a stab wound and five bullets
[Chorus - The Game:]
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Nigga don't trip
[Verse 6 - The Game:]
Cause I'm bool like that, I'm bool like that
I'm bool like that, yeah I'm bool like that
They say Game, why you always act a fool like that?
Cause I went to Compton High Crip School like that
I was Blood and I ain't really like blue like that
They was Crippin they ain't give a f*ck who like that
Them niggas jumped me why they have to do a ru like that
Nigga went and got the homies and we flew right back
They see like that, we be like that
We trip like that cause LA sick like that
We Blood like that, we Crip like that
The blunt lit like that, we out
[Outro - Will.I.Am:]
When you ready, lemme know
When you want it, lemme know
I got it
When you see me
Congratulate a nigga don't hate
Niggas will always be niggas yep, true!
That's why I don't trip on these niggas
Would you?
Nigga is wild like gorillas that's stuck in that zoo, yep!
What happens when niggas unite and start making the moves
Don't trip
Writer: O'SHEA JACKSON, WILL ADAMS, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR, STANLEY BENTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Standing On Ferraris
[Intro:]
I put that on Piru
Yo Game, let's go
[Hook - Game:]
I've been shot stabbed, left for dead
Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head
Guarantee that shit was red
Machetes and them choppers out
Bitches with their knockers out
I done f*cked 'em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts
Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti
That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Ran the west for a decade nigga, check the bio
Gave you Cincinnati fitteds like I get it in Ohio
Autographs on the vinyl made the Lamb albino
Straight away in the Wraith, that's a Peyton Manning spiral
You lookin' at your idol, Jesus wrote the Bible
Yeezus, that's my Nike town rival
Dare a nigga try me now, like why me now
Lookin' for Red Octobers, I will tie him down
Stay laced, spit nothin' but based, yeah
All my shit bump like Craig Mack face
Ask your favorite bitch how my dick taste
Ask your neighbor's bitch how my dick taste
Don't take orders, I dictate
Get your shit straight, dickface
Perpetual Rollies with the big face
I got 'em lovin' the movement
Beard so long, I'm feelin' like Rick Rubin
[Hook - Game:]
I've been shot stabbed, left for dead
Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head
Guarantee that shit was red
Machetes and them choppers out
Bitches with their knockers out
I done f*cked 'em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts
Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti
That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
[Verse 2 - Game:]
Top floor at the Biltmore
Say they want a war, shit, that's what I'm built for
Loungin', Miami with the eye candy
Bitches names Sandy and Bambi, my exes can't stand me
God blessed the nigga with more swag than Jigga
More hoes than Trigga, Trigga no, that's my nigga though
Figure four down, Figueroa
Rick Flair Phantom
All red flannel, niggas don't hit me though
Spit on models, R.Kelly, piss on the center fold
Ever since Doc showed me a billion in a envelope
Love Jimmy, f*ck Interscope
I'm a don, walk outside, naked, Cuban cigar and Louboutins, huh
Shit on my lawn, snakes in the grass
I hear 'em slitherin' and hissin' whenever I pass
Ridin' 'round in somethin' French; Khloe Kardash'
Two-hundred on the dash, that's your ass
[Hook - Game:]
I've been shot stabbed, left for dead
Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head
Guarantee that shit was red
Machetes and them choppers out
Bitches with their knockers out
I done f*cked 'em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts
Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti
That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
[Outro - Diddy:]
Yo, this nigga Game bought me a motherf*ckin' red Ferrari for my birthday, nigga. (I put that on Piru) Told me I was honorary. (Put that on Piru) I said, nigga, I'm with whatever with this motherf*ckin' red Ferrari, nigga. Yeah, I'll take it. Nigga, Game givin' out red Ferraris for no reason, it was just a Tuesday. A motherf*ckin' Tuesday. Niggas said happy Tuesday, Puff. Now that nigga wanna stand on my Ferrari every day. Now that nigga wanna stand on my motherf*ckin' Ferrari all the time. Drivin' down the street with Hype Williams shootin' a video. We ain't even shootin' a video, we just motherf*ckin' ridin' down the street, this nigga got Hype Williams shootin' and shit. See this what happens when that east meets west, we get together, know what I'm sayin'? Say f*ck the rest, we start partyin' and bullshittin', havin' a good time, throwin' pool parties and shit. Niggas start buyin' niggas from the east coast Ferraris and shit, shit all good, red Ferraris at that, nigga. Shit, ain't got no time for no other shit, I just got time to get this motherf*ckin' money man. Get this money with me man. So that's what we decided to do so now we gettin' more money than anybody and everybody. And the only color that we motherf*ckin' at the end of the day gonna beef over is that motherf*ckin' green motherf*cker
I put that on Piru
Yo Game, let's go
[Hook - Game:]
I've been shot stabbed, left for dead
Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head
Guarantee that shit was red
Machetes and them choppers out
Bitches with their knockers out
I done f*cked 'em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts
Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti
That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Ran the west for a decade nigga, check the bio
Gave you Cincinnati fitteds like I get it in Ohio
Autographs on the vinyl made the Lamb albino
Straight away in the Wraith, that's a Peyton Manning spiral
You lookin' at your idol, Jesus wrote the Bible
Yeezus, that's my Nike town rival
Dare a nigga try me now, like why me now
Lookin' for Red Octobers, I will tie him down
Stay laced, spit nothin' but based, yeah
All my shit bump like Craig Mack face
Ask your favorite bitch how my dick taste
Ask your neighbor's bitch how my dick taste
Don't take orders, I dictate
Get your shit straight, dickface
Perpetual Rollies with the big face
I got 'em lovin' the movement
Beard so long, I'm feelin' like Rick Rubin
[Hook - Game:]
I've been shot stabbed, left for dead
Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head
Guarantee that shit was red
Machetes and them choppers out
Bitches with their knockers out
I done f*cked 'em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts
Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti
That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
[Verse 2 - Game:]
Top floor at the Biltmore
Say they want a war, shit, that's what I'm built for
Loungin', Miami with the eye candy
Bitches names Sandy and Bambi, my exes can't stand me
God blessed the nigga with more swag than Jigga
More hoes than Trigga, Trigga no, that's my nigga though
Figure four down, Figueroa
Rick Flair Phantom
All red flannel, niggas don't hit me though
Spit on models, R.Kelly, piss on the center fold
Ever since Doc showed me a billion in a envelope
Love Jimmy, f*ck Interscope
I'm a don, walk outside, naked, Cuban cigar and Louboutins, huh
Shit on my lawn, snakes in the grass
I hear 'em slitherin' and hissin' whenever I pass
Ridin' 'round in somethin' French; Khloe Kardash'
Two-hundred on the dash, that's your ass
[Hook - Game:]
I've been shot stabbed, left for dead
Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head
Guarantee that shit was red
Machetes and them choppers out
Bitches with their knockers out
I done f*cked 'em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts
Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti
That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, nigga
[Outro - Diddy:]
Yo, this nigga Game bought me a motherf*ckin' red Ferrari for my birthday, nigga. (I put that on Piru) Told me I was honorary. (Put that on Piru) I said, nigga, I'm with whatever with this motherf*ckin' red Ferrari, nigga. Yeah, I'll take it. Nigga, Game givin' out red Ferraris for no reason, it was just a Tuesday. A motherf*ckin' Tuesday. Niggas said happy Tuesday, Puff. Now that nigga wanna stand on my Ferrari every day. Now that nigga wanna stand on my motherf*ckin' Ferrari all the time. Drivin' down the street with Hype Williams shootin' a video. We ain't even shootin' a video, we just motherf*ckin' ridin' down the street, this nigga got Hype Williams shootin' and shit. See this what happens when that east meets west, we get together, know what I'm sayin'? Say f*ck the rest, we start partyin' and bullshittin', havin' a good time, throwin' pool parties and shit. Niggas start buyin' niggas from the east coast Ferraris and shit, shit all good, red Ferraris at that, nigga. Shit, ain't got no time for no other shit, I just got time to get this motherf*ckin' money man. Get this money with me man. So that's what we decided to do so now we gettin' more money than anybody and everybody. And the only color that we motherf*ckin' at the end of the day gonna beef over is that motherf*ckin' green motherf*cker
Writer: JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR, ORLANDO JAHLIL TUCKER, SEAN PUFFY COMBS
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Dollar And A Dream
[Intro - The Game:]
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Tree Top niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Grape Street niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Bounty Hunter niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them 6-0 niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Cedar Block niggas gon' ride tonight
Them 1-9-0 niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Timberland niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Campanella niggas gon' ride tonight
Who gon' ride tonight, who gon' die tonight
Started with a dollar and a dream
Started with a dollar and a dream
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
We did it for the West, motherf*cker, like Kanye
Niggas get stretched out on [?]
Got three thousand stacks, I ain't talking 'bout Andre
I put it on your head, I ain't talking no toupee
See I stayed the same, ain't go weird like Lupe
Squeeze on his trigger like ain't no more toothpaste
(You ain't gon' do shit) Bitch, of course I is
You want this money, you gon' have to drive the course I did
I got that weight foundry, talking 'bout the Porsche out here
You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the cross-eyed is
How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho
Bag, any bitch walking with a solo swag
You think you ballin' in that four do' Jag? Nah
In Tom Fords with a MK bag? nah
Give you a bird's eye view of the streets
Nigga, welcome to Compton, take you in Carson next week
Ab-Soul!
[Hook - The Game:]
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
[Verse 2 - Ab-Soul:]
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
How the hell I did it? I let God ad lib it
I put that on Leetwood, I ain't lying one sentence
Bitch, I started with a dollar and a dream
We went from helping old ladies with their groceries at Alpha Beta
For a couple quarters to a baby hustling something major
We had to grow up sooner or later, but
I'm so Del Amo, my mama still stay off Anna Lee
Carson across my belly, I prove you lost already
Roccett my big brother, Bishop let the door crack
Game took me on my first tour, now look where we at
In the studio getting paid to reflect on that
Documenting true facts
Not to mention this the Documentary 2 too
You do the addition in ballerina shoes
Enough with the clever raps, it's more important than that
I put my city on the map, nigga
Yeah, I really put my city on the map
I mean, when the last time you heard Carson on the track, nigga?
Let alone when they calling out stomping grounds on the West
I'll wait
Yeah, that's what I thought, I'm the best, nigga
This the new West, nigga, respect that
It's Top Dawg, all I'm missing is the red hat
But don't question what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my fresh Supreme Chuck Taylors today
And then I got a call from Chuck Taylor, I'm saying
The game ain't changed, we still changing the game
Soul!
[Hook - Game:]
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
[Verse 3 - The Game:]
My first album was a set up
I was the little nigga Pac was talking to
When he said "keep your head up"
Cause he knew what I would be facing after his demise
Jayceon had to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary Blige
Hopped up in that enterprise, had to stop a genocide
Went from underdog to watching Top Dawg and Kendrick rise
Now tell me can I testify, pull over trying to rest for 5
On a block, no tint on the Wraith left these kids mesmerized
They ask me how I did it, how I got it
Say I'm king you looking brolic
I put them weights down start practicing lyrical exercise
Tell me who the next to die, probably who the next in line
They got me babbling ghost cause I'm the illest one alive
That's word to Pac, Pun, Biggie, why I stand as my city
It's wise to run a train, you couldn't f*ck with me
Ever since I saved my coast, it's been born again
If I ain't shit then who the king of California then?
Who could out-rap me?
Now think about if the same nigga you bout to say can run up and out-strap me, yeah
Out-trap me, yeah, out-gat me
I mean think about it, exactly
Speaking matter-of-factly I'm down playing that actually
Call me Game I ain't one still I get paid like an athlete
Do the math after the math, Doc two in the bag
Lived up to expectations, Dre took me first in the draft
Now who the f*ck want what
Nobody survives so look alive when them Impalas in the cut
[Hook - Game:]
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Tree Top niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Grape Street niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Bounty Hunter niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them 6-0 niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Cedar Block niggas gon' ride tonight
Them 1-9-0 niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Timberland niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Campanella niggas gon' ride tonight
Who gon' ride tonight, who gon' die tonight
Started with a dollar and a dream
Started with a dollar and a dream
[Verse 1 - The Game:]
We did it for the West, motherf*cker, like Kanye
Niggas get stretched out on [?]
Got three thousand stacks, I ain't talking 'bout Andre
I put it on your head, I ain't talking no toupee
See I stayed the same, ain't go weird like Lupe
Squeeze on his trigger like ain't no more toothpaste
(You ain't gon' do shit) Bitch, of course I is
You want this money, you gon' have to drive the course I did
I got that weight foundry, talking 'bout the Porsche out here
You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the cross-eyed is
How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho
Bag, any bitch walking with a solo swag
You think you ballin' in that four do' Jag? Nah
In Tom Fords with a MK bag? nah
Give you a bird's eye view of the streets
Nigga, welcome to Compton, take you in Carson next week
Ab-Soul!
[Hook - The Game:]
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
[Verse 2 - Ab-Soul:]
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
How the hell I did it? I let God ad lib it
I put that on Leetwood, I ain't lying one sentence
Bitch, I started with a dollar and a dream
We went from helping old ladies with their groceries at Alpha Beta
For a couple quarters to a baby hustling something major
We had to grow up sooner or later, but
I'm so Del Amo, my mama still stay off Anna Lee
Carson across my belly, I prove you lost already
Roccett my big brother, Bishop let the door crack
Game took me on my first tour, now look where we at
In the studio getting paid to reflect on that
Documenting true facts
Not to mention this the Documentary 2 too
You do the addition in ballerina shoes
Enough with the clever raps, it's more important than that
I put my city on the map, nigga
Yeah, I really put my city on the map
I mean, when the last time you heard Carson on the track, nigga?
Let alone when they calling out stomping grounds on the West
I'll wait
Yeah, that's what I thought, I'm the best, nigga
This the new West, nigga, respect that
It's Top Dawg, all I'm missing is the red hat
But don't question what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my fresh Supreme Chuck Taylors today
And then I got a call from Chuck Taylor, I'm saying
The game ain't changed, we still changing the game
Soul!
[Hook - Game:]
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
[Verse 3 - The Game:]
My first album was a set up
I was the little nigga Pac was talking to
When he said "keep your head up"
Cause he knew what I would be facing after his demise
Jayceon had to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary Blige
Hopped up in that enterprise, had to stop a genocide
Went from underdog to watching Top Dawg and Kendrick rise
Now tell me can I testify, pull over trying to rest for 5
On a block, no tint on the Wraith left these kids mesmerized
They ask me how I did it, how I got it
Say I'm king you looking brolic
I put them weights down start practicing lyrical exercise
Tell me who the next to die, probably who the next in line
They got me babbling ghost cause I'm the illest one alive
That's word to Pac, Pun, Biggie, why I stand as my city
It's wise to run a train, you couldn't f*ck with me
Ever since I saved my coast, it's been born again
If I ain't shit then who the king of California then?
Who could out-rap me?
Now think about if the same nigga you bout to say can run up and out-strap me, yeah
Out-trap me, yeah, out-gat me
I mean think about it, exactly
Speaking matter-of-factly I'm down playing that actually
Call me Game I ain't one still I get paid like an athlete
Do the math after the math, Doc two in the bag
Lived up to expectations, Dre took me first in the draft
Now who the f*ck want what
Nobody survives so look alive when them Impalas in the cut
[Hook - Game:]
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
Writer: Jayceon Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Made In America
Started with a dollar and a dream
Sorta like Jordan getting cut from the team
Sorta like Dre 'fore he met Jimmy Iovine
I was lost out here, real niggas know what I mean
I said I started with a dollar and a dream
Sorta Jordan when he won his first ring
Sorta like Dre with the headphone thing
You could be whatever you want nigga, we all kings
I had a dream last night, I was rich Porter
Then I had a dream I had a bitch like Kim Porter
Then I had a dream I had bricks like transporter
Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter
What if you drove by a playground and witness
Michael Jordan taking off for his first dunk
bet you wish you had your camcorder
That's the type of shit I'm made of
That's the type of shit I'm made of
Fourteen carat gold Raekwon first album
Nothing but a G thing like when Dre met Calvin
That's the type of shit I'm made of
That's the type of shit I'm made of
Yeah, Yeah
Ay, wherever Nas is in the world he gon' f*ck with this
Waddup, God
Queensbridge just like Compton, dog
In Inglewood niggas just like Yonkers, y'all
Where them Angels at?
Sing it for me one more time
Well I pretend to sniff this line
I used to wanna be Eazy
Then I realized it wasn't that easy
I used to wish that I was 2Pac
Then I realized that might get you shot
Figured I just gonna be myself though
Niggas hate me, Documentary on they shelf though
In this Impala, old school like some shell toes
Had a fake gold chain, but don't nobody else knows
That ain't the type of shit I'm made of (x2)
Snitchin' on my homeboy, gossipin' bout old boys
Keep buyin' them Ferraris cause I grew up with no toys
That ain't the type of shit I'm made of (x2)
I'm just trying to get my weight up (X2)
Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up
Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up
How the f*ck I'm supposed to stay up?
When this weed got me feelin' like [?] bruh
I just seen Mac Dre bruh and the Jacka
Is we up in the Bay bruh?
I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz
I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie
We all make mistakes look what happened to me and 50
Record my demo, something that I wish I could do again
I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz
I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie
We all make mistakes look what happened to me and 50
Sorta like Jordan getting cut from the team
Sorta like Dre 'fore he met Jimmy Iovine
I was lost out here, real niggas know what I mean
I said I started with a dollar and a dream
Sorta Jordan when he won his first ring
Sorta like Dre with the headphone thing
You could be whatever you want nigga, we all kings
I had a dream last night, I was rich Porter
Then I had a dream I had a bitch like Kim Porter
Then I had a dream I had bricks like transporter
Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter
What if you drove by a playground and witness
Michael Jordan taking off for his first dunk
bet you wish you had your camcorder
That's the type of shit I'm made of
That's the type of shit I'm made of
Fourteen carat gold Raekwon first album
Nothing but a G thing like when Dre met Calvin
That's the type of shit I'm made of
That's the type of shit I'm made of
Yeah, Yeah
Ay, wherever Nas is in the world he gon' f*ck with this
Waddup, God
Queensbridge just like Compton, dog
In Inglewood niggas just like Yonkers, y'all
Where them Angels at?
Sing it for me one more time
Well I pretend to sniff this line
I used to wanna be Eazy
Then I realized it wasn't that easy
I used to wish that I was 2Pac
Then I realized that might get you shot
Figured I just gonna be myself though
Niggas hate me, Documentary on they shelf though
In this Impala, old school like some shell toes
Had a fake gold chain, but don't nobody else knows
That ain't the type of shit I'm made of (x2)
Snitchin' on my homeboy, gossipin' bout old boys
Keep buyin' them Ferraris cause I grew up with no toys
That ain't the type of shit I'm made of (x2)
I'm just trying to get my weight up (X2)
Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up
Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up
How the f*ck I'm supposed to stay up?
When this weed got me feelin' like [?] bruh
I just seen Mac Dre bruh and the Jacka
Is we up in the Bay bruh?
I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz
I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie
We all make mistakes look what happened to me and 50
Record my demo, something that I wish I could do again
I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz
I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie
We all make mistakes look what happened to me and 50
Writer: Jayceon Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hashtag
[Jelly Roll:]
Ego's, ego's
We broke up like The Beatles
Now a nigga out here on his own, WOO YEAH!
Grandmama baby gotta turn up
Granddaddy was a preacher, YEAH!
What the f*ck that got to do with me, though?
Not a goddamn thing, not a motherf*cking thing, NO!
Big nigga got a dream, motherf*cking dream, I turn 'em to reality
Wake up in the morning by myself
So I'mma go hard 'til I got nothing left
'Cause I'mma die by myself, just like you, motherf*cker
'Cause you ain't no better than me, no better than we ('tell 'em)
Motherf*cker
Everytime I'm in the light, I'm in the dark, Ray Charles (Ray Charlie!)
Like OOH, OOH YEAH! GOOD LORD! HASHTAG!
What has changed besides the whole motherf*cking world?
It won't be long before the whole world go into stress
[Game & (Jelly Roll):]
Smoke enough to get f*cked up
(Get high nigga, hold on, we smoking for)
Til' the day I die nigga, West side nigga, smoking chocolate thai nigga
Can't hit my mothaf*ckin' blunt unless yo ass got five nigga
Bumpin' Luniz, watchin' Goonies get head on my mama's couch, she walked in
Had to cuss my mama out, she said get a job, get up off yo ass
(I'm like "Ooh Hashtag"!)
Now just relax my nigga, picture me rollin' down Compton Boulevard
With a chopper on my lap, now repost that my nigga
Don't make me DM your BM, she wanna see him cause he win whatever he in
Park a Bugatti at my mama house
They ain't even payin' rent, livin' sugar free
(Nigga why you bullshittin')
I'm just a hood nigga, all I wanna do is buy swishers
Take pictures while I'm f*cking on these bitches
Hittin' switches while I'm dippin'
Red Cup full of betchu can't kill it
Three wheelin' and I bet I won't spill it
Not one drip
Been driving through Compton all day ain't got sweated by one Crip
It's my lucky day, and even if it wasn't, a nigga still wouldn't give a f*ck today
Don't pull it if you ain't gonna blast
My nigga you can be a hashtag! (Yeah!)
[Jelly Roll:]
Everytime I'm in the light (I'm in the light)
I'm in the dark (In the dark)
Ray Charles (Ray Charles)
Like ooh, yeah, get lost
Hashtag!
What has changed besides the whole motherf*cking world?
It won't be long before the whole world go into stress
I swear
Goddamn
Believe that
No brakes
Ego's, ego's
We broke up like The Beatles
Now a nigga out here on his own, WOO YEAH!
Grandmama baby gotta turn up
Granddaddy was a preacher, YEAH!
What the f*ck that got to do with me, though?
Not a goddamn thing, not a motherf*cking thing, NO!
Big nigga got a dream, motherf*cking dream, I turn 'em to reality
Wake up in the morning by myself
So I'mma go hard 'til I got nothing left
'Cause I'mma die by myself, just like you, motherf*cker
'Cause you ain't no better than me, no better than we ('tell 'em)
Motherf*cker
Everytime I'm in the light, I'm in the dark, Ray Charles (Ray Charlie!)
Like OOH, OOH YEAH! GOOD LORD! HASHTAG!
What has changed besides the whole motherf*cking world?
It won't be long before the whole world go into stress
[Game & (Jelly Roll):]
Smoke enough to get f*cked up
(Get high nigga, hold on, we smoking for)
Til' the day I die nigga, West side nigga, smoking chocolate thai nigga
Can't hit my mothaf*ckin' blunt unless yo ass got five nigga
Bumpin' Luniz, watchin' Goonies get head on my mama's couch, she walked in
Had to cuss my mama out, she said get a job, get up off yo ass
(I'm like "Ooh Hashtag"!)
Now just relax my nigga, picture me rollin' down Compton Boulevard
With a chopper on my lap, now repost that my nigga
Don't make me DM your BM, she wanna see him cause he win whatever he in
Park a Bugatti at my mama house
They ain't even payin' rent, livin' sugar free
(Nigga why you bullshittin')
I'm just a hood nigga, all I wanna do is buy swishers
Take pictures while I'm f*cking on these bitches
Hittin' switches while I'm dippin'
Red Cup full of betchu can't kill it
Three wheelin' and I bet I won't spill it
Not one drip
Been driving through Compton all day ain't got sweated by one Crip
It's my lucky day, and even if it wasn't, a nigga still wouldn't give a f*ck today
Don't pull it if you ain't gonna blast
My nigga you can be a hashtag! (Yeah!)
[Jelly Roll:]
Everytime I'm in the light (I'm in the light)
I'm in the dark (In the dark)
Ray Charles (Ray Charles)
Like ooh, yeah, get lost
Hashtag!
What has changed besides the whole motherf*cking world?
It won't be long before the whole world go into stress
I swear
Goddamn
Believe that
No brakes
Writer: Cash McElroy Sr Jones, David L Drew, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Marcus Moody, Stanley Bernard Benton, Uforo Ebong
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Circles
[Game & Sha Sha:]
I just want you to come home
No matter if it's late at night
(I hear you talking)
I know you saying you working
But baby boy this feeling ain't right
(I'm just out here tryna get my money you know that)
F*ck that we got enough houses, enough cars
You done bought me enough jewelry
Tired of your shit my nigga you hitting
(You know I be at the studio and shit)
Nigga you lying, who you trying to run that game on?
Who you think I am? I'm not one of these thots you met at Playhouse
(I didn't say that)
I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Dre house
Parked my shit at Ye house and hopped in the uber
Jayceon stop lying you f*cking think I'm stupid
Nah look ain't nobody say that
You ain't complain when I bought that Maybach
Put you in Chanel, your friend Chanelle can't even say that
You wanted to see Rihanna I put you and your friends at the concert
Closet full of Giuseppes you came a long way from Converse
Took you out that [concord?], put you in that Tom Ford
All this arguing I ain't got no time for it
You call my phone like fifty times
Don't do no shit like that
I was just f*cking them girls
I was gon' get right back
[Eric Bellinger:]
Spinning around, spinning around
Spinning around, spinning around
It's the same old, we be going through the same old
Spinning around, spinning around
Pulling them down, taking them down
It's the same old, niggas get tired of the same old
[Game & Sha Sha:]
Nigga you strapping up?
Yeah I'm strapping up, shit you acting up?
Yeah I'm acting up, nigga
You not gon' keep on playing me
You not gon' keep on playing me
Is it gon' be this bitch or your family?
I'll kill that bitch whole family (I f*cking hate you!)
What your crazy ass shooting in the house for?
What yo dumbass ruining the house for?And what time you get home anyway?
Shit, about four
And that's what the f*ck you sleeping on the couch for
I don't give a f*ck, thug life I'm an outlaw
And the next bitch ain't nothing but a house call
Scrolling through my iPhone looking for my sidechick
This bitch always flipping pushing buttons like a sidekick
That's when I hop in my Jeep and pull it out the toxic
And while you gone, guess what?
I'll be bouncing on that sidedick, nigga
[Eric Bellinger & Sha Sha:]
I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you
I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you
I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you
Shit, they stop making them, they stop making them
Guess she thought they stopped making real bitches when they made you
Shit, there's a few in the room and a couple in the Wraith too
[Q-Tip:]
Now she's explaining to you
That she's the baddest bitch to ever grace to pair of shoes
And if you are unable to find better you lose
And all this loud chirping that you consider rude
But when food is on the table
We may be arguing like the Cain and we Abel
Then we have some makeup love and we get back stable
Have a little girl I cut the cord from her navel
[Eric Bellinger & Q-Tip:]
I guess it's just the way it goes down
Love is like a merry go round
I guess it's just the way it goes down
Love is like a merry go round
It all goes to game
I just want you to come home
No matter if it's late at night
(I hear you talking)
I know you saying you working
But baby boy this feeling ain't right
(I'm just out here tryna get my money you know that)
F*ck that we got enough houses, enough cars
You done bought me enough jewelry
Tired of your shit my nigga you hitting
(You know I be at the studio and shit)
Nigga you lying, who you trying to run that game on?
Who you think I am? I'm not one of these thots you met at Playhouse
(I didn't say that)
I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Dre house
Parked my shit at Ye house and hopped in the uber
Jayceon stop lying you f*cking think I'm stupid
Nah look ain't nobody say that
You ain't complain when I bought that Maybach
Put you in Chanel, your friend Chanelle can't even say that
You wanted to see Rihanna I put you and your friends at the concert
Closet full of Giuseppes you came a long way from Converse
Took you out that [concord?], put you in that Tom Ford
All this arguing I ain't got no time for it
You call my phone like fifty times
Don't do no shit like that
I was just f*cking them girls
I was gon' get right back
[Eric Bellinger:]
Spinning around, spinning around
Spinning around, spinning around
It's the same old, we be going through the same old
Spinning around, spinning around
Pulling them down, taking them down
It's the same old, niggas get tired of the same old
[Game & Sha Sha:]
Nigga you strapping up?
Yeah I'm strapping up, shit you acting up?
Yeah I'm acting up, nigga
You not gon' keep on playing me
You not gon' keep on playing me
Is it gon' be this bitch or your family?
I'll kill that bitch whole family (I f*cking hate you!)
What your crazy ass shooting in the house for?
What yo dumbass ruining the house for?And what time you get home anyway?
Shit, about four
And that's what the f*ck you sleeping on the couch for
I don't give a f*ck, thug life I'm an outlaw
And the next bitch ain't nothing but a house call
Scrolling through my iPhone looking for my sidechick
This bitch always flipping pushing buttons like a sidekick
That's when I hop in my Jeep and pull it out the toxic
And while you gone, guess what?
I'll be bouncing on that sidedick, nigga
[Eric Bellinger & Sha Sha:]
I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you
I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you
I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you
Shit, they stop making them, they stop making them
Guess she thought they stopped making real bitches when they made you
Shit, there's a few in the room and a couple in the Wraith too
[Q-Tip:]
Now she's explaining to you
That she's the baddest bitch to ever grace to pair of shoes
And if you are unable to find better you lose
And all this loud chirping that you consider rude
But when food is on the table
We may be arguing like the Cain and we Abel
Then we have some makeup love and we get back stable
Have a little girl I cut the cord from her navel
[Eric Bellinger & Q-Tip:]
I guess it's just the way it goes down
Love is like a merry go round
I guess it's just the way it goes down
Love is like a merry go round
It all goes to game
Writer: PETERS, YARKIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Uncle (Skit)
Adrianna!
Adrianna
Que paso, Papi?
Nada
Cuando me vas a llevar a TJ para puedas conocer mis padres?
El proximo semana
Mentiroso!
Haha! Nah, i'm for real! Hey, you seen my uncle today?
Yeah, he over there talking to Pedro about some money he owes him
Aight, call him for me
Terrel! Chuck over here looking for you
Hey, hey, hey, what's happening with it nephew?
Wassup?
You know, everyting and everything. You dig, I'm just chilling. What's happening with you
Just came here to check on you and Mama
Oh man, you know it's always a beautifull thing when you see your nephew here in the neighbourhood, you dig
I'm just sliding trough, man
Yeah, well dig. I heard you been over there in that studio with Dr.Dre landing down them cold YA DIG'S!
Yeah man, we been over there gettin' it in
Well, you know. Just let 'em know one thing
Adrianna
Que paso, Papi?
Nada
Cuando me vas a llevar a TJ para puedas conocer mis padres?
El proximo semana
Mentiroso!
Haha! Nah, i'm for real! Hey, you seen my uncle today?
Yeah, he over there talking to Pedro about some money he owes him
Aight, call him for me
Terrel! Chuck over here looking for you
Hey, hey, hey, what's happening with it nephew?
Wassup?
You know, everyting and everything. You dig, I'm just chilling. What's happening with you
Just came here to check on you and Mama
Oh man, you know it's always a beautifull thing when you see your nephew here in the neighbourhood, you dig
I'm just sliding trough, man
Yeah, well dig. I heard you been over there in that studio with Dr.Dre landing down them cold YA DIG'S!
Yeah man, we been over there gettin' it in
Well, you know. Just let 'em know one thing
Writer: Jayceon Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dedicated
[Chorus:]
Dedicated to all my niggas up North
Dedicated to the dirty South of course
Dedicated to all my niggas on the East
Dedicated to West Coast niggas is beasts...
This from us to you and all of them
Don't get gas my nigga watch your rims
I started off in a hood, in what you would call a lemon...
Me? I was a nerd, niggas thought it was a gimmick.
Now I got the maybach, curtains in linen...
White maranella with the burgundy in it.
Tinted?
For real.
Now watch how we spin it.
River side drive in about 5 minutes
4 5 2...
Achoo...
Make a nigga sneeze when we ride by you.
Ice cream jeans with a march yellow top...
Polo 7-5-8s with socks.
Am I high?
Fa sho
How we count dough?
We count commas...
Ya'll niggas count 0's
Come to VIP nigga we can count hos...
Don't forget the candy pan sittin on vouges.
Plus I got banana clips under my clothes...
This is redicated to niggas that flips O's.
[Chorus]
Ayo come to Garcon...
Y saunt lauran
You ever seen the hard bottoms on a long vauze?
The bullets make a nigga hit the bottom real hard...
You ever seen the spikes on the new Lou Vuittons
Spike a bitch drink make a bitch go hard
Red Air Max with the f*ckin Go-Karts
When you already did it, what the f*ck is go hard?
Synchronize automotives, walk out with no charge.
With yo broad,
Oh lord, while your wife at somewhere typin
We on Rodeo somewhere swipin.
You do it like Nike, my shit Lightnin
Back to back Lambo, inside frightnin
This shit criminal we should be indicted...
Your chicks riding shotgun, had that as dikin
Like Paquiao fightin.
This shit is exciting
[Chorus]
Top down, bumpin Bar-Kays...
Hermes bucket with the Tom Ford Shades.
Four shades...
Four seasons...
Six-Fours...
More reasons...
More money...
Whore season.
Are you listenin mah?
Your cheesin.
We at the Staples on the floor, whole season...
It's the pink slip club, nigga no leasin.
Ya ex-boyfriend, Policin...
Brush em off like my moncler fleece son
You know I'm gang affiliated, don't get naughty.
We could call henchmen...
Or we could call shorty.
Or we could call Hector...
Or we could call Jorge.
Papi owe me favors...
I know he won't ignore me.
Everybody loco niggas gotta show me...
Tell ya girl there's a fire in my pants...
Blow me.
[Chorus]
Dedicated to all my niggas up North
Dedicated to the dirty South of course
Dedicated to all my niggas on the East
Dedicated to West Coast niggas is beasts...
This from us to you and all of them
Don't get gas my nigga watch your rims
I started off in a hood, in what you would call a lemon...
Me? I was a nerd, niggas thought it was a gimmick.
Now I got the maybach, curtains in linen...
White maranella with the burgundy in it.
Tinted?
For real.
Now watch how we spin it.
River side drive in about 5 minutes
4 5 2...
Achoo...
Make a nigga sneeze when we ride by you.
Ice cream jeans with a march yellow top...
Polo 7-5-8s with socks.
Am I high?
Fa sho
How we count dough?
We count commas...
Ya'll niggas count 0's
Come to VIP nigga we can count hos...
Don't forget the candy pan sittin on vouges.
Plus I got banana clips under my clothes...
This is redicated to niggas that flips O's.
[Chorus]
Ayo come to Garcon...
Y saunt lauran
You ever seen the hard bottoms on a long vauze?
The bullets make a nigga hit the bottom real hard...
You ever seen the spikes on the new Lou Vuittons
Spike a bitch drink make a bitch go hard
Red Air Max with the f*ckin Go-Karts
When you already did it, what the f*ck is go hard?
Synchronize automotives, walk out with no charge.
With yo broad,
Oh lord, while your wife at somewhere typin
We on Rodeo somewhere swipin.
You do it like Nike, my shit Lightnin
Back to back Lambo, inside frightnin
This shit criminal we should be indicted...
Your chicks riding shotgun, had that as dikin
Like Paquiao fightin.
This shit is exciting
[Chorus]
Top down, bumpin Bar-Kays...
Hermes bucket with the Tom Ford Shades.
Four shades...
Four seasons...
Six-Fours...
More reasons...
More money...
Whore season.
Are you listenin mah?
Your cheesin.
We at the Staples on the floor, whole season...
It's the pink slip club, nigga no leasin.
Ya ex-boyfriend, Policin...
Brush em off like my moncler fleece son
You know I'm gang affiliated, don't get naughty.
We could call henchmen...
Or we could call shorty.
Or we could call Hector...
Or we could call Jorge.
Papi owe me favors...
I know he won't ignore me.
Everybody loco niggas gotta show me...
Tell ya girl there's a fire in my pants...
Blow me.
[Chorus]
Writer: Cash McElroy Sr Jones, Chauncey Hollis, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Marcus Moody, Nayvadius Wilburn, Stanley Bernard Benton, Uforo Ebong
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bitch You Aint Shit
[Verse 1:]
I got these freak hoes clappin' their hands, stompin' their feet
Every now and then they put their mouth on me
But these days a G like me can't even call it
They ride dick until you sleep and then go through your wallet
Fake ass, bitch ass, thot ass, slut ass hoes
Workin' in secret Sunday, don't even wipe that pole
Dirty bitch, you done had a dick in every one of your holes
You a trick, you ain't shit and everybody knows
Bitch you don't even wash your rag
Let a nigga smash and you don't even wash your ass
F*ck you mean? You 'bout to go home and take a shower
That mean that pussy 'bout to be funky for a whole 'nother hour
Every night you let a new nigga nut in your shit
How you suck a nigga's dick with that cut on your lip?
You freak bitch, your baby daddy in the county doin' burpies
And you gave that nigga herpes
[Hook:]
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit
[Verse 2:]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and sluts
She asked to hold 500, I let her hold deez nuts
Bitch what? You f*ckin' niggas when you got cramps
Talkin' bout eatin' groceries, bitch you on food stamps
You gotta watch these hoes, they get your ass splattered homie
Never trust a bitch if she got the hood tattered on her
Brother, he a gunner, got an uncle from the hunters
Two baby daddies, one from the 60s and one from the Jumpers
Make it even worse, her whole family's full of killers
After the funeral she right back to the followers and filters
She got a Range and a Benz
Doin' credit card schemes with her ratchet ass friends
Bitch just stole a TV from Target
Yellin' at her kids while Joseline and Stevie be arguin'
She blocked from Drizzy's page now she all on my dick
I hit her with a hashtag like (Bitch you ain't shit)
[Hook:]
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit
I got these freak hoes clappin' their hands, stompin' their feet
Every now and then they put their mouth on me
But these days a G like me can't even call it
They ride dick until you sleep and then go through your wallet
Fake ass, bitch ass, thot ass, slut ass hoes
Workin' in secret Sunday, don't even wipe that pole
Dirty bitch, you done had a dick in every one of your holes
You a trick, you ain't shit and everybody knows
Bitch you don't even wash your rag
Let a nigga smash and you don't even wash your ass
F*ck you mean? You 'bout to go home and take a shower
That mean that pussy 'bout to be funky for a whole 'nother hour
Every night you let a new nigga nut in your shit
How you suck a nigga's dick with that cut on your lip?
You freak bitch, your baby daddy in the county doin' burpies
And you gave that nigga herpes
[Hook:]
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit
[Verse 2:]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and sluts
She asked to hold 500, I let her hold deez nuts
Bitch what? You f*ckin' niggas when you got cramps
Talkin' bout eatin' groceries, bitch you on food stamps
You gotta watch these hoes, they get your ass splattered homie
Never trust a bitch if she got the hood tattered on her
Brother, he a gunner, got an uncle from the hunters
Two baby daddies, one from the 60s and one from the Jumpers
Make it even worse, her whole family's full of killers
After the funeral she right back to the followers and filters
She got a Range and a Benz
Doin' credit card schemes with her ratchet ass friends
Bitch just stole a TV from Target
Yellin' at her kids while Joseline and Stevie be arguin'
She blocked from Drizzy's page now she all on my dick
I hit her with a hashtag like (Bitch you ain't shit)
[Hook:]
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Bitch you ain't shit, bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Bitch you ain't shit
Writer: Jayceon Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Summertime
[Hook - Game:]
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
[Verse 1 - Game:]
I think I might bang the whole summer
Pull up in the block with the old Missy hummer
Hop out with my bandana tied around my head like Pac
Westside nigga, never had a problem banging BIG
Who would ever know I spit crack when I was slanging it
My Uncle Greg whipped it all the time
My Daddy used to whip it all the time
My brother started whipping his and mine
I sat back, played my position until I got the hang of it
On my way to school in that Michael Jordan jersey
Crips used to sweat me but I ain't nervous
And I wore it on purpose
[Hook - Game:]
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
[Bridge - Jelly Roll:]
They don't know
About the summertime, a lot of niggas dyin'
They don't know
About the summertime, I'm just tryna survive
[Verse 2 - Game:]
All I ever wanted was a red Honda
Yeah, you can tuck the rag but the tats don't lie
Give me a trap queen, we gon' sell it
Give me a trap queen, we gon' sell it
Tell me, what you gon' do when the trap goes dry?
You can try Visine but the stats don't lie
And I hope you ain't alone when you sell it
Said I hope you ain't alone when you sell it
Took 5 shots and survived the pine box
Swear I'm happy I'm still here so I can tell it
I know you're jealous, I know you don't like me
But you whoopin' my ass or killin' me is unlikely
Welcome to Cedar Block and...
[Hook - Game:]
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
[Bridge - Jelly Roll:]
They don't know
About the summertime, a lot of niggas dyin'
They don't know
About the summertime, I'm just tryna survive
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
[Verse 1 - Game:]
I think I might bang the whole summer
Pull up in the block with the old Missy hummer
Hop out with my bandana tied around my head like Pac
Westside nigga, never had a problem banging BIG
Who would ever know I spit crack when I was slanging it
My Uncle Greg whipped it all the time
My Daddy used to whip it all the time
My brother started whipping his and mine
I sat back, played my position until I got the hang of it
On my way to school in that Michael Jordan jersey
Crips used to sweat me but I ain't nervous
And I wore it on purpose
[Hook - Game:]
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
[Bridge - Jelly Roll:]
They don't know
About the summertime, a lot of niggas dyin'
They don't know
About the summertime, I'm just tryna survive
[Verse 2 - Game:]
All I ever wanted was a red Honda
Yeah, you can tuck the rag but the tats don't lie
Give me a trap queen, we gon' sell it
Give me a trap queen, we gon' sell it
Tell me, what you gon' do when the trap goes dry?
You can try Visine but the stats don't lie
And I hope you ain't alone when you sell it
Said I hope you ain't alone when you sell it
Took 5 shots and survived the pine box
Swear I'm happy I'm still here so I can tell it
I know you're jealous, I know you don't like me
But you whoopin' my ass or killin' me is unlikely
Welcome to Cedar Block and...
[Hook - Game:]
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top down in the winter, nigga this summer's mine
[Bridge - Jelly Roll:]
They don't know
About the summertime, a lot of niggas dyin'
They don't know
About the summertime, I'm just tryna survive
Writer: Jayceon Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Mula
[Intro - Kanye West & Sarah Barthel:]
Let me know if you're feeling lonely
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Cause ain't no real niggas out here
Ye what these niggas start humming out their mouth with?
Bunch of bullshit, weak ass albums
Bunch of lil niggas tryna copy our style
When we originated this
Whole mothaf*cking album had hits
That's why we up in the Ritz
That's why I'm up in your bitch, head honcho
Get you killed pronto, wearing red now, El Segundo
Bail long as Alonzo Mourning
Kill a nigga in his Monte Carlo like Alonzo
Sold records, sold crack, nigga, recognize
For the record, I've been wrecking shit since 05
No lie, Js on
Take these mothaf*ckas off and throw the Ye's on
Rewind, J's on
Take these mothaf*ckas off and throw the Ye's on
Yeezy, tell these niggas that they is slaves
Master want you on red carpet like yesterday
You a house nigga, I'm a get away though
Come back kill master ass like Django
Most you niggas just rapping for the fame though
I start rapping to get the f*ck out this durango
What goes around comes around how that saying go?
Documentary 2, no 50 keep the change hoe
[Chorus - Kanye West & Sarah Barthel:]
Feeling lonely
Let me know if you're feeling crazy
I guess all that stuff they told me
In my life was extra shady
I should've kept em waiting
Say hello to the mula
I'm on top, no lie
Say hello to the mula
I'm on top, good night
Feeling lonely
The night, it swallowed my soul
Let me know if you're feeling lonely
[Verse 2 - Game & Kanye West:]
Back like I never left, nigga I'm on my second breath
And I got another track from Yeezy
How'd you do that? Like Eric Wright said Eazy
Pull up in my cool whip, I don't give a f*ck about it
Leave it at the valet, I ain't f*cked up about it
I'll call an Uber, nigga, I'll f*cking shoot a nigga
I got a white bitch that blow like a tuba, nigga
I just got a new crib, I just got a new Wraith
I just got cooler than LL Cool J
I just got a new gun, squeeze it like some toothpaste
I, I, aghhk
Spit in the face of a coward
Shit on anybody ever try to take ours
Ye why that nigga's face so sour?
Cause that slick mouth got him wet up like a shower
Now what you know about power?
What you know about dreams?
What you know about freestyling verses
Shelter outside of Nike Town without a dollar in your jeans
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
[Felicia:] Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, nigga I know you see me!
[Game:] Felicia what the f*ck you want?
[Felicia:] Ooh please can I borrow your car?
[Game:] Borrow my car? bitch are you stupid or something?
[Felicia:] Well give me a quarter piece then
[Game:] bitch I don't sell crack no more
[Felicia:] Well give me some money or something I can take around your brother house and trade
[Game:] I ain't got shit
[Felicia:] What about this iPod and them Dre Beats, you don't need that shit, don't you know that nigga or something?
[Game:] So?
[Felicia:] Please, I'll suck your dick for this shit
[Game:] bitch you can have this shit, I don't want my dick sucked by no mothaf*cking smoker
[Felicia:] Oh okay, thank you then. You know I would have sucked your dick for it anyways with your fine ass
[Game:] Felicia get the f*ck away from my car
[Felicia:] Okay, what is you listening to on this shit anyway?
[Game:] bitch press play
Let me know if you're feeling lonely
[Verse 1 - Game:]
Cause ain't no real niggas out here
Ye what these niggas start humming out their mouth with?
Bunch of bullshit, weak ass albums
Bunch of lil niggas tryna copy our style
When we originated this
Whole mothaf*cking album had hits
That's why we up in the Ritz
That's why I'm up in your bitch, head honcho
Get you killed pronto, wearing red now, El Segundo
Bail long as Alonzo Mourning
Kill a nigga in his Monte Carlo like Alonzo
Sold records, sold crack, nigga, recognize
For the record, I've been wrecking shit since 05
No lie, Js on
Take these mothaf*ckas off and throw the Ye's on
Rewind, J's on
Take these mothaf*ckas off and throw the Ye's on
Yeezy, tell these niggas that they is slaves
Master want you on red carpet like yesterday
You a house nigga, I'm a get away though
Come back kill master ass like Django
Most you niggas just rapping for the fame though
I start rapping to get the f*ck out this durango
What goes around comes around how that saying go?
Documentary 2, no 50 keep the change hoe
[Chorus - Kanye West & Sarah Barthel:]
Feeling lonely
Let me know if you're feeling crazy
I guess all that stuff they told me
In my life was extra shady
I should've kept em waiting
Say hello to the mula
I'm on top, no lie
Say hello to the mula
I'm on top, good night
Feeling lonely
The night, it swallowed my soul
Let me know if you're feeling lonely
[Verse 2 - Game & Kanye West:]
Back like I never left, nigga I'm on my second breath
And I got another track from Yeezy
How'd you do that? Like Eric Wright said Eazy
Pull up in my cool whip, I don't give a f*ck about it
Leave it at the valet, I ain't f*cked up about it
I'll call an Uber, nigga, I'll f*cking shoot a nigga
I got a white bitch that blow like a tuba, nigga
I just got a new crib, I just got a new Wraith
I just got cooler than LL Cool J
I just got a new gun, squeeze it like some toothpaste
I, I, aghhk
Spit in the face of a coward
Shit on anybody ever try to take ours
Ye why that nigga's face so sour?
Cause that slick mouth got him wet up like a shower
Now what you know about power?
What you know about dreams?
What you know about freestyling verses
Shelter outside of Nike Town without a dollar in your jeans
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
[Felicia:] Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, nigga I know you see me!
[Game:] Felicia what the f*ck you want?
[Felicia:] Ooh please can I borrow your car?
[Game:] Borrow my car? bitch are you stupid or something?
[Felicia:] Well give me a quarter piece then
[Game:] bitch I don't sell crack no more
[Felicia:] Well give me some money or something I can take around your brother house and trade
[Game:] I ain't got shit
[Felicia:] What about this iPod and them Dre Beats, you don't need that shit, don't you know that nigga or something?
[Game:] So?
[Felicia:] Please, I'll suck your dick for this shit
[Game:] bitch you can have this shit, I don't want my dick sucked by no mothaf*cking smoker
[Felicia:] Oh okay, thank you then. You know I would have sucked your dick for it anyways with your fine ass
[Game:] Felicia get the f*ck away from my car
[Felicia:] Okay, what is you listening to on this shit anyway?
[Game:] bitch press play
Writer: BARBARA MASON, CASH JONES, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR, JOSHUA MICHAEL CARTER, KANYE OMARI WEST, MARCUS ANTWANN MOODY, MATTHEW JEHU SAMUELS, SARAH DEMAREST BARTHEL, STANLEY BERNARD BENTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
The Documentary 2
The Documentary 2
Damn it I done did it again
Game still in Cali
Game still in Cali eatin' off the Documentary
The Documentary 2
Damn it I done did it again
So, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
Yo, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
Last ten been all ten
Make it look easy, my pen been on Ren
My niggas been on kush, my bitches been on X
King of California give a f*ck who got next
I'm right now
Bump your gums and the ratchet'll shoot ya
Send your ass back to the future
No Delorean
Aventador and shit, bumpin' Future
Why your girl pullin' on my hookah
Money stretch like Kama Sutra
Started with the roosters
Then I start spittin' clean the money like a loofah
6'5, tall like a hooper, ball like a hooper on the floor like a hooper
So I must be Clay with the .38, Thompson with the Thompson
Everything about me Compton, I mean everything about me Bompton
I ain't never had shit, I grew up like Magic Johnson
So, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
Yo, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
I taught myself how to spit from listening to It Was Written
My first bars wasn't dope but I had that in the kitchen
Suge wouldn't listen, Irv wouldn't listen
So I ran around with Diddy, Aftermath in the Mission
I would never ask another man for permission I do me
F*ck the Illuminati I'd rather ride around in hoopties
But now it's the Ghost, my gold D's is two threes
Still hop in the freestyle, kick it like two Bruce Lee's
Cut open the noose leaves
Foreign on the hill like it's Lauryn
Smoking la la like the Fugees
Thinking to myself, is it God or Lucy?
Prada or Gucci, popping Cris, Rihanna, Karrueche
Homie I ain't gotta gas I'm so ahead of you fags
The shit I spit off Premo tracks burn confederate flags
Take the roof off roof, gimme Proof back and 2Pac
Westside, but you already knew that
So, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
Yo, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
I've been rapping for 12 years, 6 months, 16 days
Now I'm a veteran, spit a 16 sixteen ways
Sixteen in a clip, spit it 16 ways
I know six teens, pull up to a sweet sixteen and spray
I'm like sixteen Jay's but the beat I can manage
So every sweet 16 is like Duke and Kansas
You bout to lose advantage, I will come through crews and (Bandage?)
Bruise and damage, f*ck you rules and manners
I kick back, click clack, bump the Wu in Phantoms
F*ck rap, I only respect Ja Rule and Hammer
Maybe the old Em, I'm slim and I'm shady
Maybe the old him or Rakim, you niggas keep bullshittin' like Joakim
You so him, I'm so not, you so bitch, I sold rock
My four-four cocked, I been a Top Dawg, I know Dot
Back in '06 I pulled up in that gold drop
Five million sold livin' in the dope spot
Back when my first album was the...
So, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
Yo, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
The Documentary 2
Damn it I done did it again
Game still in
Game still in Cali eatin' off the Documentary
The Documentary 2
Damn it I done did it again
Damn it I done did it again
Game still in Cali
Game still in Cali eatin' off the Documentary
The Documentary 2
Damn it I done did it again
So, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
Yo, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
Last ten been all ten
Make it look easy, my pen been on Ren
My niggas been on kush, my bitches been on X
King of California give a f*ck who got next
I'm right now
Bump your gums and the ratchet'll shoot ya
Send your ass back to the future
No Delorean
Aventador and shit, bumpin' Future
Why your girl pullin' on my hookah
Money stretch like Kama Sutra
Started with the roosters
Then I start spittin' clean the money like a loofah
6'5, tall like a hooper, ball like a hooper on the floor like a hooper
So I must be Clay with the .38, Thompson with the Thompson
Everything about me Compton, I mean everything about me Bompton
I ain't never had shit, I grew up like Magic Johnson
So, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
Yo, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
I taught myself how to spit from listening to It Was Written
My first bars wasn't dope but I had that in the kitchen
Suge wouldn't listen, Irv wouldn't listen
So I ran around with Diddy, Aftermath in the Mission
I would never ask another man for permission I do me
F*ck the Illuminati I'd rather ride around in hoopties
But now it's the Ghost, my gold D's is two threes
Still hop in the freestyle, kick it like two Bruce Lee's
Cut open the noose leaves
Foreign on the hill like it's Lauryn
Smoking la la like the Fugees
Thinking to myself, is it God or Lucy?
Prada or Gucci, popping Cris, Rihanna, Karrueche
Homie I ain't gotta gas I'm so ahead of you fags
The shit I spit off Premo tracks burn confederate flags
Take the roof off roof, gimme Proof back and 2Pac
Westside, but you already knew that
So, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
Yo, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
I've been rapping for 12 years, 6 months, 16 days
Now I'm a veteran, spit a 16 sixteen ways
Sixteen in a clip, spit it 16 ways
I know six teens, pull up to a sweet sixteen and spray
I'm like sixteen Jay's but the beat I can manage
So every sweet 16 is like Duke and Kansas
You bout to lose advantage, I will come through crews and (Bandage?)
Bruise and damage, f*ck you rules and manners
I kick back, click clack, bump the Wu in Phantoms
F*ck rap, I only respect Ja Rule and Hammer
Maybe the old Em, I'm slim and I'm shady
Maybe the old him or Rakim, you niggas keep bullshittin' like Joakim
You so him, I'm so not, you so bitch, I sold rock
My four-four cocked, I been a Top Dawg, I know Dot
Back in '06 I pulled up in that gold drop
Five million sold livin' in the dope spot
Back when my first album was the...
So, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
Yo, what it do blood? Talk of the town
Premo, Doc Dre still holding it down
Aftermath do the math nigga you know the sound
Doc 2 thought you knew still holding the crown
The Documentary 2
Damn it I done did it again
Game still in
Game still in Cali eatin' off the Documentary
The Documentary 2
Damn it I done did it again
Writer: Jayceon Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
New York New York
Turn the beat up, yeah
New York, New York; wake up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right today
I heard them lil' niggas takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' niggas got life today
Is it Farrakhan, Buddha, or Christ today?
She on her knees so she know what it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin' it twice a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
When you got money on yo head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put your ice away
They locked Rick Ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and it's "Oh well"
Oh well, oh well
Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til his body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first stone
New York, New York; good mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, celebrate to the Bay
No hesitation like Steph, shoot it right in your face
Cause I'm a Golden State warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make sense like Magic and AIDS
Some shit just never make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic today
Niggas trappin' today just like back in the day
We like Roc-A-Fella Records, we packagin' yay
And that Dirty Sprite 2 shit slappin' today
We got these niggas boxed in like Cassius Clay
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too many blacks today
I wake up in the morning like:"who gon' pass away? who gon' blast today? who gon' have to pray?"
New York, New York
Good morning L.A. My nigga Hayes blew him and his wife away
This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley, who was murdered from a single gunshot wound inflicted by her husband, Earl Hayes, in Los Angeles, California; December 18th, 2014. I knew Hayes since we were both signed to Aftermath back in 2005. And if I can keep it 8 more than 92 with you, he was a good nigga, I never saw that coming. My prayers are with Stephanie's entire family, I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss
New York, New York; wake up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right today
I heard them lil' niggas takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' niggas got life today
Is it Farrakhan, Buddha, or Christ today?
She on her knees so she know what it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin' it twice a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
When you got money on yo head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put your ice away
They locked Rick Ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and it's "Oh well"
Oh well, oh well
Hang him with a confederate flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til his body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first stone
New York, New York; good mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, celebrate to the Bay
No hesitation like Steph, shoot it right in your face
Cause I'm a Golden State warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make sense like Magic and AIDS
Some shit just never make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic today
Niggas trappin' today just like back in the day
We like Roc-A-Fella Records, we packagin' yay
And that Dirty Sprite 2 shit slappin' today
We got these niggas boxed in like Cassius Clay
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too many blacks today
I wake up in the morning like:"who gon' pass away? who gon' blast today? who gon' have to pray?"
New York, New York
Good morning L.A. My nigga Hayes blew him and his wife away
This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley, who was murdered from a single gunshot wound inflicted by her husband, Earl Hayes, in Los Angeles, California; December 18th, 2014. I knew Hayes since we were both signed to Aftermath back in 2005. And if I can keep it 8 more than 92 with you, he was a good nigga, I never saw that coming. My prayers are with Stephanie's entire family, I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss
Writer: Jayceon Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
100
(Johnny Juliano)
(Cardo got ranks)
Real nigga shit
Other night at your crib
It was like me, Black, 40, OB
We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life
Play some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing
Niggas called me to set you up
Want me to come and wet you up
Cause you were out of town
Nigga like Biggie heard about the shit with Diddy
So I came through to vest you up
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what
I got LA unified, you're better off committing suicide
Teachers ain't testin' us
See I know how it feel to be platinum plus
Niggas is jealous of you so they try to wrap you up
Tat you up, but it's OVO blood money
Nigga catch these bullets like he catchin' the bus
Dark fame is a mothaf*cka
Do a nigga four favors, when you can't do the fifth
How soon they forget?
Run up on you at your granny's house
Leave you lyin' like Fif'
How a nigga supposed to love you niggas?
Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
Drake told me not to trust you niggas
Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas
Just walk around the crib like..
Why a nigga can't live? Get this money, f*ck these bitches
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
We can pass these motherf*ckin' straps like a physical
This my city, nigga everybody know it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four pounds
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hope I ain't gotta show it
LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
Yo 40 I'm f*cked up
[Drake:]
Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100
[Drake:]
Thank me later, thanks for nothin'
Thanks for bluffin'
Thank you so, so much for wearing your true colors to every single f*ckin' function
Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family
And how they love me while they was skimmin' off the budget
Now, when I see 'em, they the ones that's actin' funny
People been reachin' out to me
And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit
I would have so many friends
If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments
I would have so many friends
If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
And I stayed on some conscious shit
I would have so many more friends
If I lost my success and my confidence
I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
Nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid
Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself
[Drake:]
Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
If he was still alive, he would kill niggas
He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill, nigga
Know how it feel when you're missin' your nigga though
Can't think so you roll up that indigo
Stressin' while drivin' down Figueroa
Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost
Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"
Screamin' Frog's name at the clouds, they don't hear me though
Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You niggas don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool but don't come to my city though
Not even to H-Town
So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga
Strapped up from the waist down
That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga
Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
He had a young nigga right there with me
So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
We came up on these California streets
LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?
Don't even matter dawg cause I'ma always be a real nigga
Always be a real nigga
I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga
[Drake:]
Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100
(Cardo got ranks)
Real nigga shit
Other night at your crib
It was like me, Black, 40, OB
We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life
Play some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing
Niggas called me to set you up
Want me to come and wet you up
Cause you were out of town
Nigga like Biggie heard about the shit with Diddy
So I came through to vest you up
And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what
I got LA unified, you're better off committing suicide
Teachers ain't testin' us
See I know how it feel to be platinum plus
Niggas is jealous of you so they try to wrap you up
Tat you up, but it's OVO blood money
Nigga catch these bullets like he catchin' the bus
Dark fame is a mothaf*cka
Do a nigga four favors, when you can't do the fifth
How soon they forget?
Run up on you at your granny's house
Leave you lyin' like Fif'
How a nigga supposed to love you niggas?
Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
Drake told me not to trust you niggas
Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas
Just walk around the crib like..
Why a nigga can't live? Get this money, f*ck these bitches
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
We can pass these motherf*ckin' straps like a physical
This my city, nigga everybody know it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four pounds
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hope I ain't gotta show it
LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
Yo 40 I'm f*cked up
[Drake:]
Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100
[Drake:]
Thank me later, thanks for nothin'
Thanks for bluffin'
Thank you so, so much for wearing your true colors to every single f*ckin' function
Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family
And how they love me while they was skimmin' off the budget
Now, when I see 'em, they the ones that's actin' funny
People been reachin' out to me
And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit
I would have so many friends
If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments
I would have so many friends
If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
And I stayed on some conscious shit
I would have so many more friends
If I lost my success and my confidence
I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
Nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid
Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself
[Drake:]
Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
If he was still alive, he would kill niggas
He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill, nigga
Know how it feel when you're missin' your nigga though
Can't think so you roll up that indigo
Stressin' while drivin' down Figueroa
Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost
Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"
Screamin' Frog's name at the clouds, they don't hear me though
Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You niggas don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool but don't come to my city though
Not even to H-Town
So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga
Strapped up from the waist down
That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga
Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
He had a young nigga right there with me
So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
We came up on these California streets
LA niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?
Don't even matter dawg cause I'ma always be a real nigga
Always be a real nigga
I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga
[Drake:]
Y'all better not come to my studio wit' that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral wit' that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100
All I ever ask is 100
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Cash Jones, Jayceon Taylor, John Julian, Marcus Moody, Peabo Bryson, Ronald La Tour, Stanley Benton
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
Just Another Day
Just the other day, I...[x6]
Just the other day, I saw a hologram of Eazy around my way
I started to pray, I hopped up in that Maybach
I know I said I wouldn't but sometimes a nigga gotta crossover like A.I
I crossover like Steph Curry, crossover like CP
But I will not crossover so niggas can buy the CD
This NWA ha, smokin' that Bombay, we stay high
Niggas is killin', we out the way ha
I think about the day I first met Dre
I got my Aftermath Chain, I iced out the A
I stayed on some gangsta shit but still bump that De La
Dippin' down Green Leaf, Cherry Six Tre
I felt like I ain't need your love, wrote the song "Hittin' Switches", then I recorded the shit with Faith
I did the BET Awards with Mary J
I stayed on top of California like the bay niggas
Just the other day I
Seen a Compton hat and it reminded me of Eazy
Just the other day I
Had a dream that I did some more G Shit with Nate Dogg
Shout-out to the Bay, bruh
Cause my niggas drivin' down with Chronic to LA
Where that Alize now?
Case a nigga wanna trip, got the thing on my waist side
Shout to my niggas up in Wayside
Take these Amber Rose pictures, send up 'em the way
I love my niggas, especially in the pen
I hold you down if I never see you again
I put that on my kids
I sweat them blood tears
I trade places with you, and do some of your years
I confronted my fears
I roll up a fat one and disappear on the pier
I wish you niggas was here and
Just the other day I, was riding through the old hood
Feelin' like the old Suge, me and my city both good
I understand I've been misunderstood
Niggas hate me cause they wishin' they could
Kill me, put my face on obituaries when I was just in they hood
Keepin' they bitches in missionary positions now look
Don't ever ask me about Dre I, been 100 with my nigga since the day I, signed to the Math and
Just the other day I
Seen a Compton hat and it reminded me of Eazy
Just the other day I
Had a dream that I did some more G Shit with Nate Dogg
Shout-out to the Bay, bruh
Cause my niggas drivin' down with Chronic to LA
Where that Alize now?
Case a nigga wanna trip, got the thing on my waist side
Just the other day I
Seen a Compton hat and I swear it reminded me of Eazy
Just the other day I
Had a dream I did some more G Shit with Nate Dogg
And you ain't gotta ask you know
Where I'm from
Nigga don't ask you know where I'm from
Just the other day, I saw a hologram of Eazy around my way
I started to pray, I hopped up in that Maybach
I know I said I wouldn't but sometimes a nigga gotta crossover like A.I
I crossover like Steph Curry, crossover like CP
But I will not crossover so niggas can buy the CD
This NWA ha, smokin' that Bombay, we stay high
Niggas is killin', we out the way ha
I think about the day I first met Dre
I got my Aftermath Chain, I iced out the A
I stayed on some gangsta shit but still bump that De La
Dippin' down Green Leaf, Cherry Six Tre
I felt like I ain't need your love, wrote the song "Hittin' Switches", then I recorded the shit with Faith
I did the BET Awards with Mary J
I stayed on top of California like the bay niggas
Just the other day I
Seen a Compton hat and it reminded me of Eazy
Just the other day I
Had a dream that I did some more G Shit with Nate Dogg
Shout-out to the Bay, bruh
Cause my niggas drivin' down with Chronic to LA
Where that Alize now?
Case a nigga wanna trip, got the thing on my waist side
Shout to my niggas up in Wayside
Take these Amber Rose pictures, send up 'em the way
I love my niggas, especially in the pen
I hold you down if I never see you again
I put that on my kids
I sweat them blood tears
I trade places with you, and do some of your years
I confronted my fears
I roll up a fat one and disappear on the pier
I wish you niggas was here and
Just the other day I, was riding through the old hood
Feelin' like the old Suge, me and my city both good
I understand I've been misunderstood
Niggas hate me cause they wishin' they could
Kill me, put my face on obituaries when I was just in they hood
Keepin' they bitches in missionary positions now look
Don't ever ask me about Dre I, been 100 with my nigga since the day I, signed to the Math and
Just the other day I
Seen a Compton hat and it reminded me of Eazy
Just the other day I
Had a dream that I did some more G Shit with Nate Dogg
Shout-out to the Bay, bruh
Cause my niggas drivin' down with Chronic to LA
Where that Alize now?
Case a nigga wanna trip, got the thing on my waist side
Just the other day I
Seen a Compton hat and I swear it reminded me of Eazy
Just the other day I
Had a dream I did some more G Shit with Nate Dogg
And you ain't gotta ask you know
Where I'm from
Nigga don't ask you know where I'm from
Writer: JAYCEON TAYLOR, TREVOR LAWRENCE JR., STANLEY BENTON, THERON FEEMSTER, ASIA BRYANT, THEPPORN PETCHUBON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.
LA
What has ADHK done to you, brother?
Has any HK jumped out and beat you up?
Has any BK Bloods jumped out and f*cked you up?
Has any three? Any Tre's got out here and f*cked you up?
Has any of them three came over here and f*cked you up?
Or did anything to you?
It's a simple question, that's yes or no
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?
It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at
Tourists get they hand shot off, throwin' up a dub
Since niggas killed Pac, ain't no California love
O.T. and Snoop C-Walkin' in the middle of the SoFi
My braids to the back, no cap, like I don't lie
Miss my nigga Nip', on the hood, wish we both died
If you see the red rose on Slauson, I got love on both sides
As-salamu alaykum, Muslims out here steppin' in they bowties
Y'all worried 'bout gas, eses watchin' coke rise
Ayy, homie, what size them Js? Nigga, your size
And like a baby at the park, my niggas gon' slide
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?
It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at
Put on a L.A. hat and niggas think they safe
And it ain't no slidin' home if you get caught on third base
You know that Yankee fitted, that's Nutty Blocc
Seattle Mariners, a '60s Crip, and they cuttin' rock
That Cincinnati Red's that's Cedar Block
The Angels of Athens Park, if you wear it, don't leave the block
Kansas City Royals, that's Kitchen Crip
And the T on that Rangers is some Eight-Tray gangster shit
St. Louis Cardinals, you see the black peace stones in that
Crenshaw Mafia steppin' in the Minnesota Twins hat
The H on that Houston Astros is Hoover
The Oakland A's is Avalon, they got all the shooters
Philly's of the Pirates is Piru
You better run that red light, the Grape Streets right beside you
In all purple, and they high, too
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?
It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at
Has any HK jumped out and beat you up?
Has any BK Bloods jumped out and f*cked you up?
Has any three? Any Tre's got out here and f*cked you up?
Has any of them three came over here and f*cked you up?
Or did anything to you?
It's a simple question, that's yes or no
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?
It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at
Tourists get they hand shot off, throwin' up a dub
Since niggas killed Pac, ain't no California love
O.T. and Snoop C-Walkin' in the middle of the SoFi
My braids to the back, no cap, like I don't lie
Miss my nigga Nip', on the hood, wish we both died
If you see the red rose on Slauson, I got love on both sides
As-salamu alaykum, Muslims out here steppin' in they bowties
Y'all worried 'bout gas, eses watchin' coke rise
Ayy, homie, what size them Js? Nigga, your size
And like a baby at the park, my niggas gon' slide
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?
It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at
Put on a L.A. hat and niggas think they safe
And it ain't no slidin' home if you get caught on third base
You know that Yankee fitted, that's Nutty Blocc
Seattle Mariners, a '60s Crip, and they cuttin' rock
That Cincinnati Red's that's Cedar Block
The Angels of Athens Park, if you wear it, don't leave the block
Kansas City Royals, that's Kitchen Crip
And the T on that Rangers is some Eight-Tray gangster shit
St. Louis Cardinals, you see the black peace stones in that
Crenshaw Mafia steppin' in the Minnesota Twins hat
The H on that Houston Astros is Hoover
The Oakland A's is Avalon, they got all the shooters
Philly's of the Pirates is Piru
You better run that red light, the Grape Streets right beside you
In all purple, and they high, too
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Everybody wanna come to La La Land
Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?
It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at
Writer: David Lee Spradley, Garry Marshall Shider, George Clinton Jr., James W. Castor, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Johnny L. Pruitt, Leandro Jose Barbieri, O'shea Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
The Documentary 2 is the sixth studio album by American rapper the Game. It was released on October 9, 2015, by Blood Money Entertainment and eOne Music. The album serves as a sequel to his debut album.
The project is first half of a two-piece project with other half The Documentary 2.5, which was released the following week. The album features guest appearances from Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg, Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul, Kanye West and Future, among others.
Preceded the album release, the album was supported by lead single: "100" featuring Drake.
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The GameThe project is first half of a two-piece project with other half The Documentary 2.5, which was released the following week. The album features guest appearances from Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, Snoop Dogg, Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul, Kanye West and Future, among others.
Preceded the album release, the album was supported by lead single: "100" featuring Drake.
Genre(s): West Coast hip hop, gangsta rap
Length: 73:18
Released: October 9th, 2015
Year: 2015