[Verse 1 - Game:]
I remember days on Crenshaw, take a n***a Beamer
Hit the hood, take his rims off
Then hit that block, let him hear that Pac
That s**t don't stop
Soo woo, new coupe, through the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims, new b***h throwin' up P's, whoo whoop
[Hook 1 - Game:]
Compton n****s ain't never gon' be the same
It's in my blood, you see my veins
You see my tats, you feel my pain
You in my hood? You from a gang
You got 2 seconds to answer where you from, or you gon' see your brains
Now that you slumped I see your change
[Verse 2 - Game:]
N***a we got canals, shelves, n****s that tried, n****s that died
N****s that fell well, off in their jail cell
S**t, we got n****s with full clips
That dip through you set and disappear like "Hell Rell"
No bail like the peace price
Get caught up in the middle of the street at the light, you fu***n' bean pie
Middle of your forehead n***a, that's where your beam lie
(You be ok) Cause I done seen God
[Hook 2 - Game:]
N****s sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bible had [?]
I just killed a n***a on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
Lj in prison, and my n***a Legs gone
I just killed a n***a on my cellphone
Stop that
[Verse 3 - dubb:]
Playin' chronic, blazin' chronic with the windows tinted
Cause those that don't cut the checks, the ones in yo' business
Rappers sendin' death threats but still ain't sent no killers
You take a stretch [?] squeeze myself, can't depend on n****s
S**t on n****s check the urinal and you'll see
That I be droppin' jewels and you should take 'em like a jewel thief
Wolves teeth is what I use to eat my fu***n' pray up with
Used to make the yayo flip now Game told me to lay your hits
Teamed up, toured the us just to let the name ring
Goin' home to f**k s**t up, I did the King James thing
Steak and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster posture
Blowin' all these bands fans, screamin' like it's Frank Sinatra
Made it out the South Bay village homies hate I prosper
But I don't owe you n****s s**t, I'm supposed to thank my mama
Only chase for commas, got 'em in now raise the Llama
Hotter than a blazin' comet, fu***n' south central moth
[Hook 2:]
The f**k?
Oh s**t
[?]
What?
This mother fucker's recording down him sucking a warm d**k n***a
You bullshit
N***a bring your mother fuckin phone, I gotta get this s**t on the gram n***a, gotta get my followers up,
I'm gonna blow the internet up with this mother f****r
That b***h on Worldstar n***a
Damn
Push the door open n***a, watch out
Oh the n***a bustin' on [?]
Nasty b***h
Bitch get the f**k out of my house b***h
Nasty b***h
The dead n***a, the mother f****r wolf game head, b***h I dodn't even know Wolves could c** my n***a
Lowkey
Shawty got the best head ever
- 专辑：Blood Moon: Year of the Wolf
- 歌手：The Game
- 歌曲：Cellphone
