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The Game

From
Born in Hospital nigga,
29, 1979
On G shit
My moms ain't scream or
And I ain't cried nigga

The Game

Motherfucker I'm Compton, the hub city,
I brought some thugs me,
that'll set up and get rid of drugs quickly,
drive Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky,
Tupac to death and still bump Biggie.
Welcome to the side,
them Tec's fly,
dope boys drive S5's,
come smoke and get the high,
who the fuck said the died,
you dead, this the side,
I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my Niggas].
Deal niggas, then smoking fucking with my [Cali Niggas].
Leave them poker faces,
red rag, pull it down so they it's Jayceon,
riding Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
high speed it up for my [Cali Niggas].
My life real like it was directed by Williams,
I started off visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling.
The more banging, the more killing,
the more dealing,
the cap peeling.
We all [Cali

Ya Boy

Ay, Frisco,
never a 6-4,
they might ghost ride, ride,
but Ya Boy is low pro.
on the low though,
Black Tims, polo,
peekhole,
long 4-4.
Ya never got hands dirty,
I'm outside with the early,
Puffing by the gram heard me.
a bird,
the curb.
And if I get caught put me in a cell with my Niggas].
On the block, busting shots my Cali Niggas,
with them boys up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas].
We run deep, hit and rally niggas,
Hurricane Game, line up, let me tally niggas.
makers,
call them big guns, makers,
let the thunderquake 'em them to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun with the breeze,
you can call me one of the re, realest Niggas].

K-Dot

Yes, Cali,
of the Chuck Taylors, not Bally's,
far Vegas, but Sin City,
Abso, put me on it, in the air,
the vapors,
house parties, through morning, see thats a [Cali Nigga]
You see I'm the murderous blocks,
Compton, California where you'd rather get with your gun on you,
see as hot as a sauna,
and in the winter time, niggas don't walk out without they momma,
of a [Cali Nigga].
Hip-hop trying to take the of us [Cali Niggas].
Don't call them rappers, them as Bill O'Reilly niggas,
but we gon get them and we kill em, address them as Hally niggas.
never the more they say they feeling these [Cali Niggas].
When ya'll was ditching class over these man,
I was at Centennial catching fades over games.
That's one ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I the flow, a hot [Cali Nigga]
I am a good to work with,
your life or destroy these rap verses,
a bitch,
so I buy she wants, and hope heaven can be my reimburstment.
Milk the game until I see a hundred cows roaming this surface,
at I was parched, but now I'm the thristiest,
dehydrated,
hungry, frustrated,
one of the greatest Niggas]

Dubb

Hey, Hey,
Hey, Hey,
I'm on the Wall Street like a broker,
then I'm back to the hood where pop toasters,
Every screaming war, they is not soldiers,
selling crack in the hood with my [Cali
Look, I'm shitting on moving,
this on my chain ain't a label a movement,
with caps, it's a nail in the coffin,
look, I shoot like heroin addicts,
look, a hater get drastic,
you my son, they me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the internet nuts,
hitting me on myspace say they want to suck him up,
you beef? What the fuck is up?
If so when we meet, I got heat for these Niggas].
When I spit, the will feel something,
why I stay on the block, I'm still hustling,
When you shit on the drop my pumping,
a spot a mailbox, it's where the bills come in.
Me and riding in an S5,
a nigga up, take him for a test drive,
tie the up, show him how the west ride,
Central LA, I'm a [Cali Nigga]
Where the was born,
make sure vest is worn,
cause nigga's split ya chest when the Tec is drawn,
will split ya deck, then pull your card,
just try to act on the boulevard,
you know it's me in the when I'm speeding through,
the fiend's say I colt like a vehicle.
It's birds, a bitch, brick, and 4 Fif,
with three, I take over the whole strip,
no shit,
the nigga is no bitch,
know this, I'm so loyal to my Niggas]

Jay-Rock

Crusing through my hood to see good,
my block Death Row but we ain't never signed to Shug,
California, I got my in it,
disrespect, get ya shot, I'm bartending.
Me and Game we blood brothers with pops,
he the seed of Compton, I'm Harlem, Watts.
a dub,
a snub,
busting at any motherfucker who be fucking us.
is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,
gangbang capital, crackhouses, tape,
riding the city streets,
cannon under my seat,
chopper in the back of the trunk, who it with beef?
Seperate your soul from your flesh if you hate,
keep comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate,
Central LA,
nigga it's the to be,
in my house, counting big is the place for me.
good dro, and ride G rides,
gangbanging and cane slanging, the nine,
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and suits,
Black & Milds, blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, fuck scrapping we you fool,
fuck the talk, bring your gat, blasting two's.
From the block to the I'm the realest,
Jay-Rock nigga and I do it for my [Cali

Topic [Screwed] {The

Who the fuck want to snatch you me?
and I don't chase bitches nigga I after money,
hungry,
trying to eat my belly bust,
I'm raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us?
It's boss' nigga,
I put it down like I'm the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up with bounce than a rabbit.
Got to it like a crack fiend,
counting big face hundreds till my green.
Interested in major and power moves,
interfere and get em wet up like a do,
how we do.
Street you when we ride up on ya,
I represent that Covina, California.
Sixty-six hit more than a tootsie roll,
give me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm to go,
flow,
game like a eskimo,
T.K.O. dawg,
I they better let it go,
arsenal.
I heat it up, I like to flame a mic, {Topic up}
I can't Game, my to tight,
I'm out of sight like Comet,
throw up my set, life, like I'm sick and vomit,
bow to the realest, nigga pay your homage,
in the of 600's and mostly Chronic, haha, West.
And I'ma clutching, busting the trigger,
talk that shit, fuck around and get ride by us [Cali

Ay, whose back in the on white walls,
big body, the color as Lysol,
hit the up, if an enemy turn the lights off,
and pull up on the fake ass nigga to his life off.
out!, Block out!,
busting, the bike fall,
I told em about them self-self niggas, we ain't like y'all.
We on some ish,
my will smother shit,
from my Piru niggas to them Eastside Crips.
I thug like my last, ask Jesus,
he never missed the of my heart, and won't neither,
a leader,
in the two-seater,
slide off to the spot, get bread, and kick my up.
I'm doors down,
when I around,
better have a nigga cheesey, face down.
I represent the city, the of the Lakers,
Inglewood, authentic we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.