The Game

[fox69]

"Gang Bang Anyway"
(feat. Jay Rock & Schoolboy Q)

"Gang Bang Anyway"
(feat. Jay Rock & Schoolboy Q)



[ScHoolboy Q:]
Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner looking dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to change
Far from average, I'm smoking this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams
You only gangsta through your bop screen
Might set the reason for the crime scene
Fill up the city with madness
We the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg side

[ScHoolboy Q:]
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway

[Jay Rock:]
B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos
Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window
The chopper make you limbo
Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central
Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis
Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny’s
Squeeze till it’s empty, it seems so unreal
'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield
East side, west side, niggas getting chastised
Dropping like fruit flies, we all know who die
We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown
A 15 second clip until he put the gun down
Know OG’s who took more shots like diabetics
Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics
Chucking up big ass B’s is my fetish
Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it
Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics

[ScHoolboy Q:]
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway

[The Game:]
Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga
Let the K scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga
From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga
From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga
(Watch out for the shooters)
Same age as the kids in Iraq now
LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now
Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background
Grandmother get shot walking out the church
How that sound?
Niggas don't really like it but we grew up in it
City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it
Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black
Started off unified the FBI know that
A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack
False imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt
Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back
Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak
And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback
Stolen identities, God left us here without lowjack
Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains
Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs
Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug
And that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood
Now the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was
We know the history and we know the shit could end any day

[ScHoolboy Q:]
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Crips, primarily African American gang
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969
By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
Though we still gang bang anyway
Today there's over a million Crip members worldwide
Associated with the blue bandana
Bloods, also primarily African American
Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
Today there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide
The government still can't contain us
And our fate was sealed forever
When 17 year old LA brim Frederick "Lil Country" Garrett
Was murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972

[Crip 1:] Hey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz?
[Crip 2:] If it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river
[Crip 1:] Hey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow
[Crip 2:] Alright cuz
[Crip 1:] What's happening Fred?
[Woman:] Frederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no
Please, oh my God
Somebody help me
Y'all just gonna fucking stand there? Call the police
Somebody help me, please
Ok stay with me

 

[fox69]

"Gang Related"
(feat. Asia Bryant)

"Gang Related"
(feat. Asia Bryant)



Sometimes I pull up on Brazil and Wilmington like 3 o'clock in the morning, stop my car, let the top down.
Don't nobody know I'm there, just reminiscing bout the days when we used to be in [?] crack spot,
with my brother Fase, King Frog, Squid Big Dan, D-Bo, D-Los.
Back when Lil' Frog and Badass they was lil niggas, lil wild niggas running round the hood.
My nigga Slim 'Ru is in the joint doing ten. That's my solid nigga, on Bloods.
My nigga Peanut, he in jail now. My lil' cousin Domo and my homeboy Buddha Ru. This Cedar block

I remember days like this, my nigga
We was tripping cause we hated Crips, my nigga
Shooting out of six trays and shit, my nigga
He was slipping so we sprayed his six, my nigga
I done seen some brazy shit, my nigga
A kid shot cause he raised his fist, my nigga
Fiends stealing cause they can't get a fix, my nigga
Sharing needles, passing AIDS and shit, my nigga
It's fucked up but I was raised in this, my nigga
Been smoking purple haze since six, my nigga
And my moms wasn't no lazy bitch, my nigga
I seen her hustle that's what made me rich, my nigga
But all this shit is overrated that's why I don't give a fuck no more
I don't want this Benz or this truck no more
I started off doing this shit cause I love this shit, Blood
Seeing the homie slap box, I love this shit, Blood
Sitting in my Impala like I love this shit, Blood
Weren't never 'bout a dollar, I just love this shit, Blood
Scrapping after school, Compton high wasn't bool
Could have went to Centennial but I love this shit, Blood
Used to bang Quik, yeah I love this shit, Blood
Mausberg was sick and I love this shit, Blood
Then I gave Wacko my demo outside of Food 4 Less
He came back in ten minutes like "I love this shit, Blood"
West side Piru, I love this shit Blood
Elm street to the Fruits yeah I love this shit, Blood
Crip neighborhoods too, even though they blue
Compton is where we grew and I love this shit, Blood

I seen some brazy shit, my nigga
I done seen some brazy shit, my nigga
I done seen some brazy shit, my nigga
I done seen some brazy shit, my nigga
I done seen some brazy shit, my nigga
I done took some fades with Crips, my nigga
My own homies did some shady shit, my nigga
But that's the shit that made me this, my nigga

[Asia Bryant:]
All my life's been so complicated
But I will never turn my back on Compton
Our shit is so overrated
But I will never change who I am
So I'm riding for Compton
I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride for Compton

I done seen some brazy shit, my nigga
I done seen some brazy shit, my nigga
I done seen some brazy shit, my nigga
I done seen some brazy shit, my nigga
I done seen some brazy shit, my nigga
I done took some fades with Crips, my nigga
My own homies did some shady shit, my nigga
Got a voicemail from Braze, what's this, my nigga

[Voicemail:]
Blood! Chuck, you know what it is, Blood!
You know I only call you when its on some real shit, homie
I gotta tell you: Stay the fuck up out them streets, Blood;
You done came to motherfucking far
To be playing with these bitch-ass niggas out here
On Westside Bompton Piru
Nigga you know I been holding you down ever since you was young, Blood
You know, niggas out here getting killed
All the motherfucking homeboys, and nobody doing shit!
But nigga, you got a way up outta this motherfucker, Blood
Nigga, you a real Bompton motherfucker
Nigga Cedar block, you already know how I do it, nigga
Motherucking O.G. Westside Bompton Piru Brazy
Aka Frank Pace, niggas know me
Y'all know how I get down
That's my lil' motherfucking homeboy
Blood done made it up outta here
Looking out for his kids, looking out for his family
Any nigga get in his way gon get it, on Bompton!
Chuck, Blood, don't let them do you like they did my nigga 2Pac
2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac...

 

[fox69]

"Gentleman's Affair"
(feat. Ne-Yo)

"Gentleman's Affair"
(feat. Ne-Yo)



[The Game]
see the bitchez be wantin a thug
and the ladies be wantin a gentleman
if you don't wanna fuck wit a thug
I sugguest you ride wit Ne-Yo

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
this sex appeal
can't be bought
it's not a skill
can't be taught
this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off
this sex appeal
can't be bought
it's not a skill
can't be taught
this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off then please be off

[Verse One: The Game]
fuck this old nigga whistlin fo
outside my door apartment 5B
while I learn to cook my first ounce of raw
use to whistle while I work
she whistle while she twirk
bitch bounce that ass while you roll that blunt it can't hurt
while you wet come out of that skirt
bend over make it squirt
you can be my Superhead maybe we should try that first
let me whistle while you jerk
run my hand up ya shirt
if you wit it say you wit it let me hear my birdies churp (we like it!)

[bitch talkin spanish]

backshots make a bitch go bezerk
the game will make it hurt
T-Pain know ima flirt (and we love it!)
get ya ass up and fuck me then
I know you brought your girls
girl fuck ya friendz
matter of fact I wanna fuck ya friends
nah I aint mean it like dat, shit

[Chorus: Ne-Yo (The Game)]
this sex appeal
can't be bought
it's not a skill
can't be taught
this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off
this sex appeal
(can't be bought)
it's not a skill
(and can't be taught)
this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off (go head bitch be off)

[Verse 2: Ne-Yo]
there's the door
swags a standard
no less no more
if u have none
let nezy know
cuz thatz all they checkin fo
flashin paper
player stop it
swag is in you not in ya pocket
try to buy
aint gone fly
cuz she want smooth
gentleman life
she likes the way that everything
I do it so fresh and so clean
my tone is free no need to scream
??

[Chorus: Ne-Yo (The Game)]
this sex appeal
can't be bought
it's not a skill
can't be taught
this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off
this sex appeal
(can't be bought)
it's not a skill
(and can't be taught)
this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off (go head bitch be off)

[Verse 3: The Game]
can't be about C-notes
she know my pockets deep enough to see a deepthroat
but she won't see a dividend like 3 times ?
and thatz triple X rated cha know
my bitchez only want the weed some X and some blow
know not ask for the keys or no extra dough
I give em dick no dough
she give me shit she go
all she got waz a baby and a Game logo
that waz then this is now
lift it up break it down
I go in she come out
thatz when the pussy make the sound
it will never be the same
everytime when you fuck wit Game
silk sheets long dick hot tub Lil Wayne
like I aint never ran from no pussy and I damn sure bout to pick a day to start runnin
I said I aint never ran from no pussy and I damn sure bout pick a day to start runnin

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
this sex appeal
can't be bought
it's not a skill
can't be taught
this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off
this sex appeal
can't be bought
it's not a skill
can't be taught
this is a gentleman's affair if that's not you then please be off then please be off

 

[fox69]

"Get Familiar"
(feat. Timbaland)

"Get Familiar"
(feat. Timbaland)



[Hook - Timbaland:]
We keep it hot like Miami, raise the motherfucker roof in here
We burn it up like Cali, and we shinning like some chandeliers
Hey, and get familiar, my house, get familiar, my car, get familiar, my watch
Get familiar, my bro, get familiar, my house, get familiar, my car
Get familiar, my name, get familiar now

[Verse 1 - The Game:]
See Timb, match the black on black, white phantom, white dogs, that's crack on crack
I got a plan make you rain ten stacks, for the whole patron bottle, where the sheep through back
I got the niggers jumping (I got the bitches moving)
I got the black Thompson (I seen the baby do it)
I keep a 45 up in my rollies in the sky
Cause I be on a load, except for when I fly
I'm always drinking son, riding around toys
And I stay blazing like Brandon Roy
I make it rain boy like I'm Lil Wayne boy
And Timbaland my flamethrower so...

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - The Game:]
Who want it with Game? (Who want it with me?)
Who want it with them? (Who wanted this beat?)
I got a Bently, I gotta fixate
I got a Rolls phantom they walk like a great thing
Some niggas take shorts, so I gotta bust back
You know how this shit goes, so nigga walk back
I gotta wolfpack
And they off criss, so nigga don't start and it won't be said
They done gettin' poppin', I gotta stay it love, I got a poppin' taste, I got it poppin' hoes
I got the sickest chain on me and you can see it glow
I'm hitting mothers and daughters between those

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - (Timbaland) + The Game:]
(Man homie) you stepped on my Air Force ones
(No takers likely), is that your chick?
(Hey baby), we gonna take a shot of this patron
(I heard your mic is like me) The unit she fighting
She popping one every one [?]
I don't want her in the fam, she can follow me home
I don't hear no talking baby, I'm off on this patron
I'mma bring her back down from whatever planet she's on
Timbaland gave me mad props
Get more head then laptops
You niggas said you bought it, but I don't see a mascot
My Lambo's got stash spots
So don't make the dash prop
You all wanting but fuck what you saying...

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"God Speed"
(feat. Mele)

"God Speed"
(feat. Mele)



Need y'all to understand what I'm 'bout to do
Keep it gangsta in this Lou Vuitton designer shoes
Front of club, live stuntin' in that Masi coup
Then we gonna check China, see what king of diamonds do
Pass the kush that a y'all when I will climb the roof
That nigga get down for me like I bought to shoot
Tell him it's money thing, my nigga signed a grill
The kid rabbis, running trains like a monorail
Introduce you to my team, niggas you need to know
We pop the spades, the bottle look like C3PO
Blowing that last security, telling us to keep it low
But when you pay me for a walkthrough this is what you need to know
We're smoking all night, kid got a handle for me
to tell the owner that twelve bottles is mandatory
And we gon need a few Ciroc and them gooses too
Shane go for green house and dream down to Houston too
Watch Himalaya eating shrimps while I throw these ones
Jas drunk as fuck cause every time I look he show his gun
Every time we in the strip club he got the coldest one
Surrounded by killaz cause jade prince know his son
And I'm all 'ight with that cause rap a lot my fam
And every time he asks me can I dot dot? Yea, I can
Cause he been looking out for me before the trade co sign
And I was there with him and 2 when they heard that Drake's gon sign
But look at Drake now. Every time I need some he'd do it and say
Game hawl if you need some
And that's loyalty in the industry that's full of snakes
When niggas send a bottle to your table just to show their face
And bitches stand there looking pretty just to get a glass of ace
Most of these hoes dumb and they nothing but a ass and face
But if you are the one that's lucky enough to stand up on this couch
Make sure soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out
I hate you fake hoes, I swear I hate you fake hoes
Your fake ass, your fake nose, you're never gon be J Lo
Nicki put you on that mike, Carl's got you thinking that you on the right
Cause the fuck that nigga in that white Porsche
But I got news for ya: got a wifey and three kids at home
And I can't even start to count how many times we've been to Rome
My oldest get his tennis on, my youngest got his tennis on
And you ain't never seen a four year old swaging in his farms
Now they wanna be him cause he rocking coliseums
Used to rock it for the fiends, now he rock with Europeans
All out and doubling with them green bottles bubbling
Twins I call double men calling me by my government
I swear to God that I'm loving it, I'm on the beach with Miss Dominican Republic
Even she's surprised that she's sucking it
But don't be surprised that I'm fucking
Never cuff and always puffing, these bitches know who they fucking with
I'm the fucking shit, handsome ass nigga
Fuck with me, I fuck with her
You don't need ransom cash nigga
Now cancel that nigga like my Blackberry service
Don't believe none of you niggas till the plaque start surfacin'
Niggas get nervous when we hop at them suburbans
Get the time wearin' rags around our heads like they're turbans
Half them niggas murking, I'm behind them Phantom curtains
Heading to grace though, my alibi is this Persian
Her alibi is this Asian, I call that a persuasion
From Hollywood lock-up to yelling out Brenda Spencer
Dumb bitch right here wanna know why the bottle green
I'm something like them golf niggas, I have seen a lot of green
Six hundred forty mill, about to play the lottery
A rich can't play twice, don't lie to me
Cause a donut trunking fish like they eye to me
Ain't no lemon spending this money, I'm bout it bought it B
I'm hoodie's new rapper's try to be
Every new nigga that say fire becomes a prodigy
And you should honor me, and my jersey up short
We got a situation, nigga Jordan's
You don't know about my occupation nor about fucking these hoes
Nor I rock these Loubrettons and smoke till it's stuck in my toes
And I got your girl in the comfortable clothes
I'm 'bout to take her lower what's right a point than my nose
It's money gang bitch, now watch my company blow
And go from a hot logo to something you know
I'm in that Maseratti, Jordan's punching the floor
And you can act like you don't nigga, but...

Even I'm going too fast, I'm doing too much
Shine it down all the time when I'm in the club

Yea, I'm always in the zone
Chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on
Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast

Going so fast, see, going so fast
Going too fast, so fast
Going too fast
God speed, it's like going too fast
So fast

Yea, I'm always in the zone
Chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on
Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast

God speed
Going too fast
God speed, God speed
Said I'm going too fast, so fast

 

[fox69]

"Gone Ahead"
(feat. Sam Hook)

"Gone Ahead"
(feat. Sam Hook)



She say she got it man but I ain't gonna try to hit that though
I'm just tryna get you naked and it'll only take a second
But she ain't tryna hit that though
She with her girlfriends and she like me so we textin'
Her ass as big as Texas so behind her back we sexin'
And I swear this girl impressin' cause I just got rid of my X and
Had to find me a different direction
I should state it all in my section
Last week kept a nigga off stressin'
But now the man moves to the next chick
And I'm spendin' this money on alcohol and I feel it's a good investment
Cause I got you and your girlfriends over that stinger
Reminiscin' 'bout the good times, they dreamin'
You gon need just some good wine, fallin' tears
Talkin' 'bout who's really down, girl, standup comedian
Now he hand her next nigga her iPhone
But ain't really takin' that personal
You got bottle scum and you're the first to know
You're the first queen that the world know

Let it back girls, let it back girls
Them Loubrutton, Louis, Gucci, break it down girls
Let it back girls, let it back girls
Don't be stuck on hit, pop the cap girl
(It can't hurt) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(I wanna see you sweat) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl

She from Indiana but she don't like them Pacers
She moved out here for a model scene
So I got 'er chearin' for them Lakers
She a bad girl, you know how I like 'em bad girls
Tryna get the keys to the Porsche truck
But you know I don't like them fast girls
(Yo) Slow down for me
Throw it to the front then bring it back to me
Hit her girlfriends while I watch how she do me
Make 'er wanna get another magnum out of that Louis
If she don't get I'm a hit it all night
Smack it on the left then slide on the right
Think it to myself this pussy tight
She wanna go again, she just my type
She sexy and I like her
The red bottom, I spiked 'er
Keep pullin' these all-nighters
And I might just go ahead and wife 'er
We shot been, a rodeo
I love this girl, I swear lord
Can't wait to get 'er back to the hotel room
cause you know we gon get up that head porch
She turn it, let it back girls

Let it back girls, let it back girls
Them Loubrutton, Louis, Gucci, break it down girls
Let it back girls, let it back girls
Don't be stuck on hit, pop the cap girl
(It can't hurt) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(I wanna see you sweat) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl

I see a girl with the coach bag
She makes you foul
Need a referee in her cause she'd know she'd foul
And I know that gotta be the same girl
And I can't get domino plane girl
All the bad bitches up in her
Feel bad for you if you came with your man, girl
And I ain't tryna know your name girl
If you can't fuck with it, that ass got a leak
And I don't know who you came with
Cause you're not gettin' in here with all that weed
You know good and well who I'm talkin' too
No fake shit and I mean that
And your ass been over there hatin' all night
You know damn well I've seen that so

Let it back girls, let it back girls
Them Loubrutton, Louis, Gucci, break it down girls
Let it back girls, let it back girls
Don't be stuck on hit, pop the cap girl
(It can't hurt) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(I wanna see you sweat) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl

 

[fox69]

"Good Girls Gone Bad"
(feat. Drake)

"Good Girls Gone Bad"
(feat. Drake)



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Grave Yard"
(feat. Sam Cooke)

"Grave Yard"
(feat. Sam Cooke)



Welcome to the graveyard
Where everybody like to
Pray: allahu akbar
You scared to say "god? "
They call me game
Because I play hard
So get your helmets and
Your face guards
I spit holy water, let's have
A face off: nicholas cage
They say the boy is off the
Chain like two pits in a
Cage
Your girl say my flow the
Bomb like I swallow
Grenades
Respect the rules up in this
Shit so you gotta get paid
Or you gotta get spayed
Like windex with them
Twin techs
I'll raid on top of insects.
Niggas die fuckin they
Family
Oh, where I'm from they
Call that "incest"
Open the bible, good book
Serves it's purpose for
Shook crooks
Heavenly father, I think we
In heaven, be a good look
Sing the hook:

In this heartless world that
I live in
I have learned that I can't
Depend on love
It hasn't made me a saint
So I'm a take it all with
Me to the graveyard

The cemetery ain't as new
As the saint it look
They bury ministers there
Right next to straight
Crooks
And nas told niggas they
Was shooting and they'd
Look
Niggas rhyme about
Banging, getting whooped
On facebook
Now put that on your wall,
I put that on the wall
I shot-call and brawl
Quicker than jon wall
I'm killing these niggas,
Bought everything last
Year
And wasn't feeling these
Niggas. I mean I was numb
Last year
Wasn't feeling you niggas.
Came back
To sell a few more mil on
You niggas
Toast! I'm in the phantom,
Nah nigga I ain't scared of
No ghost
Cause all the dead rapper's
Albums are selling the
Most

Some say the 3rd verse
Puts niggas in a hearse
Since I was born jay, guess
I'm the gift & the curse
Lot of bloods out here, but
Nigga I did it first
Still blood out here that's
Why I'm up in the church
Still repenting for my sins,
But not all the way
Cause I just rode up in the
Benz and handed homie
The k
What he gon do with it?
Probably run up on your
Crew with it
That's what I call rap beef,
Luckily I'm through with it
Now I just lean back, '72
With it
Sell it to a nigga down
South, he act a fool with it
Back to them haters and
The stool-pigeons
You're too busy tryna
Judge us stars, but how
Are you living?

 

[fox69]

"Greystone"
(feat. Fat Joe, Sam Hook & Young Chris)

"Greystone"
(feat. Fat Joe, Sam Hook & Young Chris)



[Verse 1: The Game]
Wake up in the morning feeling like a G
Got them number fours on my feet
And the Lakers just beat the Heat
Clippers beat the Knicks, think it's about to be a good week
Yeah I'm rich forever, you know I got them good seats
Now let's hit up Greystone, get our fuckin' Ace one
Know I'm in the VIP, throwin' back straight 'tron
Goons with me 'case we gotta get our fuckin' ape on
Nigga playin' Superman, better have that cape on
My niggas pop up outta nowhere, State Farm
But I'm cool in [?], play them Drake songs
And bring it back to the west side, play them "A" songs
Cause little mama know, we're only in here for one night...
A week though, and watch out for them wolves
Dressed up in them sheep clothes
And she don't really club, but I bet that ass a freak though

[Hook: Sam Hook (The Game)]
We're only in here for one night (a week though)
We're only in here for one night (I said a week though)
One shot of Goose, one shot of 'tron
One shot of Goose, one shot of 'tron

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
You know your man he a fraud, I gotta have that
She want a bodyguard, I'll be her New Edition
She pray for Louboutins, must be her True Religion
Now I'm lookin' for Taraji and somebody with a body like China
China? The one from King of Diamonds who designed her
I call her Barbie, pink Ferraris on her birthday
And I'm a make sure every day is like the first day
She want another round, fuck her to another round
I don't just beat the pussy, I runs it to the ground
Every day another girl and another town
I don't just beat the pussy, I runs it to the ground

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Chris]
Sunday night, Grey Stone, neck full of gray stones
Staring at the crowd, trying to see who I'm a take home
Game said "straight 'tron, " I be on that champagne
Bitches all around us, trying to watch us do the damn thang
Shouts out to Joey Crack, chicks like, "oh he back"
Welcome to my house party, OG, roll it back
Blow it if he showin' that, keep a few loaded gats
Bitch niggas showin' out, real niggas notice that
California lifestyle, fuckin' with my nigga Chuck
[?], Young Chris, nigga what, all we know is get to it
Stack high live it up, fuckin' with that Grey Stone
Everybody get 'em up, yeah

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Gutta Boyz"
(feat. Sean T)

"Gutta Boyz"
(feat. Sean T)



(We gangsta daddy!)

[Sean T]
Yuh!
I'm sippin on that 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkin
You niggaz is perkin - so you doin it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer teller
Haters trip when they see the whip dippin by
The paint on it change like the I-95
I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollowpoint
heat for you niggaz and the po' for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I'm puttin an end to camraderie
I'm lettin off heat, 'til them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshin club serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cuttin your cake

[Chorus: The Game]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fuckin broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hood
a hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggaz'll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole glock in your face

[Sean T]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the ground
Just burner shells, and police siren sounds
Niggaz know who I am in the town; it ain't a circus
But it might as well be, cause you know I'ma clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggaz envious dawg
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dawg
If you feelin like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggaz lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a stunna in this game, a federal figure
Blowin doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR winner poppin Mo' and Bill{?}
D-Squad don't give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a {?} to contain your whole, clique for hours
The end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct your QP's and powder
We gangsters and we jackin cowards (yup!)

[Chorus]

[Sean T]
S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.D
Don't get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creep
We ride out thug, shit we don't die
We lay low like mechanics tryin to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodles gon' be up missin or dead
I chop haters up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggaz
You afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggaz
So break bread, when you see me dawg hit the flo'
I'm like a nigga off the X, unpredicta-ble
Imitators always hollerin how gangsta they is
But got about as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pullin shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it down man we go way back

[Chorus]