The Game

[fox69]

"Mr. West / Money & The Power"

"Mr. West / Money & The Power"


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

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

[Verse 2]
He had a Rolls, I had a Rolls too
Eat your money up, you know how them hoes do
Burn rubber, swear to God they gon' love ya
Like rookie cops, can't wait to be undercovers
I'm 6'5?, nigga basketball size
You act like I can't fuck one of them basketball wives
I be a basketball Game, with my basketball dame
Feeling like, Hov, call back, I'm watching basketball dang
Damn, but I ain't talking 'bout dames
I ain't talking bout Hov, I'm just talking bout Game
Ask Ray Allen, they boy got game
Jesus Shuttlesworth, yeah the boy got range-s
In the parking lot, niggas talk a lot
They way they gossiping hip-hop should be a barber shop
Getting cash money baby, why you tryna baller block?
Mad chick, her's, man somebody gotta call the shots

[Hook]

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

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

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

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

[Hook 2]

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

[Hook 2]

 

[fox69]

"Mula"
(feat. Kanye West)

"Mula"
(feat. Kanye West)



[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 mothafucking 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 mothafuckas off and throw the Ye's on
Rewind, J's on
Take these mothafuckas 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 fuck 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 fuck about it
Leave it at the valet, I ain't fucked up about it
I'll call an Uber, nigga, I'll fucking 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 fuck 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 mothafucking 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 fuck away from my car
[Felicia:] Okay, what is you listening to on this shit anyway?
[Game:] bitch press play

 

[fox69]

"My Flag / Da Homies"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jay305, AD, Mitchy Slick, Joe Moses, RJ & Skeme)

"My Flag / Da Homies"
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jay305, AD, Mitchy Slick, Joe Moses, RJ & Skeme)



[My Flag]

[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?

[The Game:]
I Know your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
OG Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little homies, Skeme!

[Skeme:]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That nigga duke just moved an ounce of yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta spray for
You fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is what a nigga made for
I open fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my -

[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?

[Jay 305:]
It's anybody killa, that's for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, westside nigga
Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings
Sockin' out niggas, tall as Yao Ming
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama
When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of patron
Then lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth
No gimmicks, God damn

[Mitchy Slick:]
I won't stop being a blood to gangland
To my dope then kicked in locked up in a strange land
So when they be like, "Slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?"
Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang injunction
Cause when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole damu documentary on just me
Call it "The Life of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, moves and the hush
Yeah Dat

[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?

[Joe Moses:]
I put the woop in the woop like my DLB's
All I know is VNG's and FTB's
I ran fades back to back, that's on STB
And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said "It better be empty"
I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee high Nehi
And you ain't a real blood if you didn't bang at the beehive

[RJ:]
Westside AM, back in a straight jacket
Mister LA back, free my A track
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a Maybach
Whole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre track
Nigga this Athens, Miller gang mad
So east coast niggas be like "Cuh, you crackin'."
Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should stop rappin'
I'ma be the street rider till the casket

[The Game:]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?

[Da Homies]

[The Game & RJ]
[The Game:] RJ, what's that shit we was doing the other day blood to that uh, to that Mustard beat when the homie was beating on his chest and shit?
[RJ:] Oh you talkin' bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street [mumbling]
[The Game:] Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha'fuckin' weed blood. Ay duke, do that shit blood

[RJ:]
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

Ay nigga, lemme hit the weed
Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga

[RJ & Ty Dolla $ign:]
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

[AD:]
I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message
Leave them 16's open, I'll make them look bad on records
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the Cedars
After that, straight to the hood where them tanas holding them heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang signs
Homies still cooking them cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say mine
The homies in the cut that's on E
Some niggas bang the C some niggas bangin' the P
I'm really in the streets you other niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in peace
Especially when the homies in the cut that's on E

[RJ & Ty Dolla $ign:]
The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac

[AD:] Say nigga, that little nigga's right there cuz
[Person 2:] Where nigga?
[AD:] Right across the street loc.
Man I told these niggas the last time they keep pullin' em over here there gonna be problems cuz
Ay cuz, turn that fuckin' music down nigga
Tired of these niggas comin' over here and shit nigga
Turn the lights on, man turn the lights on!
Man pull up nigga, I said pull up cuh!
[Person 2:] Hold on, hold on, they look like One Time

Oh fuck cuh

([Police:] This is the Compton Police)
[AD:] Man I knew I shouldn't have rolled witchu niggas, I'm about to get life cuz
[Person 1:] Life? Cuz they bout to put me on the row nigga
([Police:] Put your [?])
[Person 2:] Aight!
([Police:] Shut it off asshole!)
[AD:] It's off cuh
[Game:] Hey look at blood an them get jacked by the ones
[Person 4:] Ha ha ha nigga don't drop that soap nigga
[Game:] Bitch ass niggas in ya own hood nigga
[Game:] Nigga hit the switch nigga
Get back to 05' on these niggas blood
[Person 4:] Woo
[Person 2:] I ain't goin'
[AD:] Shh
[Person 2:] Fuck that nigga cuz I swear to god I ain't goin'
[AD:] The fuck you mean you ain't going?
[Person 2:] I ain't going back to the pen cuz I can't
[AD:] Nigga what the fuck we gon' do then?
[Person 2:] I don't know about you niggas but I'm going out
[AD:] Fuck it then cuh, on Compton Crip! Kick the door open!
[AD:] Fuck the police!!

 

[fox69]

"My Life"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"My Life"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Intro]
Punk ass motherfucker!
Bitch ass nigga!
What were you gonna do?
Kill me in my sleep u bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie shut the fuck up!
Fucking dogs, they barking shit...
Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me!
Fuck you nigga!

[Chorus (Lil' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' until you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Looking to find,
A way through the day
The life of the night
Dear lord you've take so many of my people
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?

[Verse 1 (The Game)]
Take me away from the hood
like a state penitentiary.
Take me away from the hood
in a casket or a Bentley.
Take me away...
Like I overdosed on cocaine,
or take me away
like a bullet from Kurt Cobain.
Suicide.
I'm from a windy city
like do or die.
From a block close to
where Biggie was crucified.
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
shot for no fucking reason.
And you wonder why Kanye
wear his Jesus pieces.
(My life!)
Cause that's Jesus people,
and Game he's the equal.
Hated on so much
Passion Of The Christ need a sequel.
Yeah, like Rockefeller need a Segal.
Like I needed my father,
(My life!)
but he needed a needle.
I need some meditation
so I can lead my people.
They askin' why?
Why did John Lennon leave the Beetles?
And Why every hood nigga
feed off evil?
Answer my question before this
bullet leave this Desert Eagle.

[Chorus (Lil' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' until you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Looking to find,
A way through the day
The life of the night
Dear lord you've take so many of my people
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?

[Verse 2 (The Game)]
We are not the same,
I am a martian.
So approach my Phantom doors with caution.
You see them 24's spinnin'
I earned them.
And all the pictures of me and M I burned them
So it ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
So they ain't no proof I ever walked through 8 mile
and since their ain't no proof I never walked through 8 mile.
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down.
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile.
Damn I know his mama proud,
and since you helped me sell my dream,
we can share my mama now.
And like MJB, no more drama now.
Livin' the good life,
me and Common on common ground.
I spit crack,
and niggas could drive it outta town.
Got a Chris Paul mind state,
I'm never out of bounds.
My life use to be empty
like a Glock without a round.
Now my life full
like a chopper with a thousand rounds.

[Chorus (Lil' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' until you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Looking to find,
A way through the day
The life of the night
Dear lord you've take so many of my people
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?

[Verse 3 (The Game)]
Walked through the gates of hell,
see my Impala parked in front,
with the high beams on.
Me and the devil
sharing chronic blunts.
Listening to The Chronic album,
playin' backwards.
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus
for target practice.
My mind fucked up, so I
cover it with a Raider hood.
I'm from the city that made you
motherfuckers afraid of Suge
Made my Grandmother pray for good
and never made her happy,
but I bet that new Mercedes could.
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't
escape the hood.
They took so many of my niggas,
that I should hate the hood.
But it's real niggas like me
that make the hood.
Ridin' slow in that Phantom
just the way I should.
With the top back
and my Sox hat.
I'm Paid in Full,
the nigga Alvo couldn't stop that.
Even if they brought the nigga Pac back,
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back.

[Chorus (Lil' Wayne)]
And I'm grindin' until I'm tired
And you ain't grindin' until you tired
So I'm grinding with my eyes wide
Looking to find,
A way through the day
The life of the night
Dear lord you've take so many of my people
I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?

My Life [4X]

 

[fox69]

"My Life (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Wayne, 2Pac, Eminem)

"My Life (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Wayne, 2Pac, Eminem)



[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way
Through the day
A life For the night
Dear Lord
You've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doing right?
My life...

[Eminem:]
I'm supposed to be the soldier
who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight
of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never supposed to show
it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to
toe with a Benzino it don't matter
I'd never drag them in battles
that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my
crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever does pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
That Ja shit I tried to squash it,
it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line you just
don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way
beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit
And even though the battle
was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost
feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop
for, it's not why I got in it.

[Chorus]

[The Game:]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin', I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now Livin' the good life, me and
Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

[Chorus]

[2Pac:]
And still I'm having memories
of high speeds, when the cops crashed
As I laugh pushing the gas when my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these bitches they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies now the whole world trying to screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sipping 22's a brewing
Now the medias trying to test me got the press asking
questions, trying to stress me
Misery is all I see, that's my mind's state
My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and
flipped He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"My Lowrider"
(feat. Paul Wall, WC, E-40, Chingy, Techniec, Crooked I, Lil' Rob, Ice Cube)

"My Lowrider"
(feat. Paul Wall, WC, E-40, Chingy, Techniec, Crooked I, Lil' Rob, Ice Cube)



[Intro] Chops on the track motherfuckers!

[Chorus - The Game]
Cherry 64 (My lowrider) hop in the low low (My my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black impala (My my lowrider, My my lowrider)
Three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (My my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black impala (My my lowrider, My my lowrider)

[Techniec]
I see 'em tryin shine like Tech
Cause I shine like I be grinding on the set, got the diamonds on my neck
Most talked about when I hit that strip, watch it bounce when I hit that dip
Come to close might get that clip, click BANG
Don't trip, Tech don't slip, laces up the roll go get my bitch
Get my grip, talk my shit, hit my switch and dip
Switchin lanes on them Dana Danes, same color as that candy paint
Tangerine with (I can't tell the rest cause of E-40)

[E-40]
I tried to never sober, chalupa, longer then a roller coster
Out hear a head a hub a head and do ya for quarter ounce of yollup
Venomos snakes, like some cobras, up top is where I'm from
We be lettin our nuts hang over our shoulders, figure 8 and go and duck
Droppin with all 4 doors open, gassin and brakin and yolkin
We hyphy, we stupid valeho, Richmond, Frisco, Oakland
We 9ers, we raiders, we some hustlers and some players
We've got 64s and low lows, but most of us rider scrapas

[Crooked I]
Lord forgive me it in me to sent me to tote semi's
Grope penny and remy my pockets was so skinny
Now I blow pennies on 4 hemi's
Run the whole city/hoes, I put dough before any
My 6th sense helped me view better cheddar kid
I fucks mo hoes then Hugh Heffner ever did
That new leather shit the coup hell sick
Dude move ahead of who ever cause dude never quit

[Chorus - The Game]
Cherry 64 (My lowrider) hop in the low low (My my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black impala (My my lowrider, My my lowrider)
Three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (My my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black impala (My my lowrider, My my lowrider)

[Chingy]
Cranberry impala, that's my lowrider
Slide by your north sider rider with a hoe driver
G'd up from the feet up plus the heat tough
Toe game crack the grey goose and spark the weed up
When I'm in LA I go in Crenshaw and floss a little
Slot a lot thang in that Black Wall Street
Double U and P and CPT we keeping it G
In our low riders riders riders

[Lil' Rob]
We put them cracks up on the wall, cucarachas crawl
I keep my head up and it wont fall, no not at all
I'll break ya jaw like a break the law, leave you all in all
The lowrider so low, you won't know what you saw
I sit low with a tall can, in a brown bag
With a brown rag, bouncing a brown rag
With the Mexican flag and the American flag
Hitting the fronts and the backs, watching out for the bash

[Paul Wall]
Home boy, Big T, better know as Tyrone
Is the first person I ever seen with a chevy on chrome
My parter bought it got the slab, wine berry over gold
With screen in the head rest just to let you know we holding
I fell in love with it, and I dropped him some cash
Now that's me you see flippin slab, riding on glass
How much it cost, don't ask, baby just know this
I could bought a Benz instead with the money I spent

[Chorus - The Game]
Cherry 64 (My lowrider) hop in the low low (My my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black impala (My my lowrider, My my lowrider)
Three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (My my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black impala (My my lowrider, My my lowrider)

[The Game]
My 64 sittin on that chrome, chrome glock sitting on my lap
2 hoes ridin in the back, candy paint, nigga fuck with that
3-wheel motion, I'm sitting high, daytonas, that's all we ride
Hit that switch its do or die, ride on me that's suicide
I be in the hood smoking that green, Dr.Dre know what I mean
Swisha sweet and them purple leaves, California, we got that weed
black diamonds off in my chain/ ask around nigga know my name
Compton own, the rap Lebron James, ridin low, I'm switchin lanes

[W.C.]
Make that brain splat 30 thang thang clap
Know for the game rap with the chrome frame wrap
From Harley Davidsons to low lows, we do tip 'em
13 hundred spokes with that blue nibble get the picture
Disrespect and I'm draw slugs
But ain't no set trippin cause nigga its all love
Dub C drop the real on 'em, chevy chrome grill on 'em
Posing in the intersection, 3-wheelin on 'em nigga

[Ice Cube]
Rasberry 64 bring your cherry
and we could make a Sunday, come home Monday
I'm sittin on the one-way, up on the Boulevard
Act hard, put ya thoughts on the dashboard
Cause if I come through the hood with the little homie
Nobody better fuck with the little homie
I hope Compton unite, South Central unit
I hope my chrome, and dance with the moon light

[Chorus - The Game]
Cherry 64 (My lowrider) hop in the low low (My my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black impala (My my lowrider, My my lowrider)
Three-wheelin the 64 (my lowrider) hop in the low low (My my lowrider)
Chrome hydraulics, all black impala (My my lowrider, My my lowrider)

(This has been a Chops production)

 

[fox69]

"Name Me King"
(feat. Pusha T)

"Name Me King"
(feat. Pusha T)



[Hook: Pusha T & The Game]
Open the pearly gates, bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya' honor
Name Me King [x2]
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name Me King [x2]

[Verse 1: Game]
Brick by brick I built my fortress
My queen beautiful, Lamborghini is gorgeous
Phantom in the courtyard, 400 horses
Growl made the towers fall, 911 Porsches
Number 9 Jordans pause the Air Forces
Kush clouds, blunts lit by Olympic torches
Gold bars melted and what returned Rolexes
Niggas got Breitlings to burn
Loyalty to earn
Royalty to who it may concern this is Los Angeles King Snapback
Sipping 'tron out the Stanley cup, I don't give a fuck
Drown them in the moat and let the bridge up
My son, my heir in Nike Airs, named my little nigga King
Meaning you should bow at his feet before God intervene
Even when I was in front of triple beams
Stack paper to the ceiling, to the fiends I was king

[Hook: Pusha T & Game]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Raise your glass for the last of the kingpins
The crown in the Maserati grill is mingling
Rollies cross oceans like Frank out in England
The Gay Pride bezel rainbow like it's spring again
Haah crack rock, crack rock nigga
My SC430 was a drop nigga
Go figure, this nigga play Go Fish
My only pet was fish scale not a goldfish
My young baby sitter now my old bitch
Blowjobs cause what I sold made her nose itch
(YEAGHHHHH!) it's the king being crowned
Watch my predecessor fall like the sun going down (God!)
It's sunset, this is Sun Tzu (War!)
He paved the way I brought a ton through (Whooo!)
Been on his heels like a gum shoe
He took the throne so I could run through (YEAGHHHHH!)

[Hook: Pusha T & Game]

[Verse 3: Game]
Rose petals at my feet when I'm stepping out the Rolls
The royal penis is clean, Versace belt gold
Sweatin' like a slave where them pies get sold
Accompanied by fourteen karats stold
Adjust the temperature let the heat rise up
Like Jesus Shuttlesworth in that glass jar
Blue flame glowing like a Avatar
Five more minutes says the silent gold hand going 'round on my Audemar
Angels in the wing, ass naked do your thing
Show me what that baking soda bring, do it for your king
Every time I look up, they cook up
I be the master of them P's I got the hook up
From New Orleans to Virginia
I told her stuff them pies in her Virginia
Never been caught, can't be bought, she's a winner
Fly 'em south for the winter make it back home for dinner

[Hook: Pusha T & Game]

 

[fox69]

"Neighborhood Supa Starz"
(feat. JT the Bigga Figga)

"Neighborhood Supa Starz"
(feat. JT the Bigga Figga)




[The Game]
You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5
Whatever way dog, the Game get live
Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. city velour
Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four
The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog
Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in Converse dog
Get it crackin like we out in the yard, and the warden's watchin
Only difference is the whores is watchin
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangsta bay-bee, from the C-P-T
Run with the (Pound) like I'm from DPG
If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

[JT the Bigga Figga]
I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin rocky
The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes
AD jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels
In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake
So cover my face, and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang
Crews buzz when you speakin my name, cause I'm deep in the game
With top cool thangs and million dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high
Now we soarin through the spacious skies
Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride, the handle is up
Switchin gears with the pedal and ride

[Chorus]

[The Game]
I'm a shining star
And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze
Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so
Please believe that I keep two G's in my jeans
Two gats in my sleeve, two rats in my Beam'
X-5, mami let's ride
Weave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-Stuy
It's the kid from the far West I, oh, shit
He know how to do more than flip pies
Get money like them stick up guys
Them "Ocean 11" licks got the young kid rich for life
And I talkin 'bout a movie or George Clooney
I'm talkin 'bout, runnin in your spots with uzis tucked in the Coogi
Dude me? Naw truly, might lose your lives
They say I've, got 2K2 covered like A.I.

[Chorus]

[JT]
Yeah mayne, I told y'all mayne
Fillmoe California nigga where we launch the best nigga
JT the Bigga Figga, San Quinn, D-Moe the Yungsta, Seff the Gaffla
Introducin the Game
Nigga the first nigga I went and got outside of the Fillmoe district
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah mayne
And we gon' pass him on off to Aftermath Records mayne
So they can take him to the T-O-P
Y'knahmtalkinbout Dr. Dre and the whole Aftermath staff, y'knahmtalkinbout?
But this album right here, this a Get Low, JT the Bigga Figga production
My nigga Charlie-O on the beat, y'knahmtalkinbout?
And we keepin it real thuggish mayne, Bay Area style nigga
Black Wall Street, now let's get MONEY!

 

[fox69]

"Never Be Friends"

"Never Be Friends"


[Verse 1]
Yeah yo I walk through the valley of death
vest on teflon now I'm approached In my hurricane sweats
black chrome on my shoulder, big wheel till It's over
he never got to see me put black chrome on the rover
readin your obituary, wishin we never met
so I wouldn't have to shed tears or wake up In cold sweats
lookin at this bottle of hennessy wishin you never left
wishin I chased your Monte Carlo down and gave you my vest
or better yet, I wish they never let you out
and I never got that phone call tellin me that you out
wish you never signed the release form
I wouldn't have to clear this sample
or use this track to say rest In peace for him
you wanted to know If Dre and Em felt you?
they did and before I could tell you somebody killed you
I feel pain for everybody whoever knew the real you
call Nas let him know I got a Ill Will too

[Chorus x2]
My nigga, If you look In the mirror
would you see things clearer?
my nigga who I live, who I live for
my nigga
and you know where you headed
do you know who you are
and why you do the things you do?
my nigga

[Verse 2]
Niggaz politicin' wanna know why I'm rhymin different
my best friend got murdered nigga my mind is different
If you ain't never spend no time In prison
you can't understand these bars or the lines I'm spittin
niggaz rilin' me up, lets go find the victim
I can't do It homie thats the reason shyne In prison
and through devine Intervention
10 plus years doing crime In the trenches
multiplied by the time that we spent In the kitchen
I'ts a life worth of hard livin
cuban cigar tippin, 12th grade ditchin
purple served by the jar sippin
If you lost a homie, you know freindship is God given
I done seen the church so much, you'd think I was born Christian
I done seen more dead bodies than a mortitian
seen niggaz In and out of county blues like they was born crippin
so I'ma keep on livin
cuz when I'm gone niggaz ain't gon do shit but fuck my bitch and pour liqour

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
What If you was me? and you had to sit through an entire funeral
while the pastor readin your homeboyz eulogy
I'm already dead, what the fuck you gon do to me?
keep talkin shit I'll empty my clip and G-unity
gimme a minute to say my grace with God
I see your face in the mirror
I came a long way to talk and tell you
your moms is missin you
your pops is missin you
just saw your baby pictures In your grandmothers living room
Face is missin you
homie Wink is missin you
thank God you left us memories and songs to listen to
Vale is missin you
the hood is missin you
let my son graduate high school, and I'ma come visit you
the world is missin you
Eminem was feelin you
Dre said he felt your vibe the little time he spent with you
pour the henny out cause he ain't here in the physical
they say real men don't cry but nigga I'm missin you

 

[fox69]

"Never Can Say Goodbye"
(feat. LaToya Williams)

"Never Can Say Goodbye"
(feat. LaToya Williams)



"93.5 K-DAY, givin you the taste of good life, your girl Yo-Yo.
Should I say is it still all good?
Today at 12:45 outside the Petersen Museum here in Los Angeles,
Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down and pronouced dead at 1:15 this morning.
As a result of the ongoing feud between East and West coast,
the tragic death of Tupac Shakur who was gunned down in Las Vegas
just six months earlier, our prayers go out to the families."

"Westside Radio, Julio G.
A sad day today for the West coast; we lost an icon y'all.
Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away today at 6:45 PM,
Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to complications from AIDS.
A definite West coast legend, brought you N.W.A.,
brought you Michel'le, brought you D.O.C., and the list goes on.
We definitely gon' miss you Eazy."

[The Game - impersonating 2Pac]
Picture me rollin in that black B-M-dub, headed to the club
Fresh out the Tyson fight, Beamer all rimmed up
Shinin with the big homie, five-car caravan
Ridin shotgun, put that chronic smoke in the air
"Me Against the World" is what I told my foes
So it's me against the world, 'til they poke them hoes
Leanin out the window, flickin ashes off the indo
Throwin up Westside, I see, some of my kinfolk
Pull that blunt closer to my mouth cause only she know
I'm feelin bad about that nigga we stomped out in that casino
But fuck it it's Death Row - the big homie never told me
that my next blow could be my fuckin death blow
Tell Kidada I'm not ready, I ain't even let my momma know
I ain't got no kids, I'm only twenty-fo'
Before I can let the smoke out, niggaz let twenty go
The thirteen that hit the car was through the passenger do'
Now come wit it

[Chorus: Latoya Williams]
Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (to my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (to my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (to my friends)
Never can say goodbye, never can say goodbye (I will always keep you near)

[The Game - impersonating Notorious B.I.G.]
I love it when they call me Big Popp-a
I only smoke blunts if they roll prop-a
Look I gots ta, catch the first thing smokin in Cali
And hit one of my bitches in the valley
Gotta call my nigga Sean, tell him reserve the don
Tell him to get the chron' and the teflon
I think they trippin off the homie gettin shot
But God bless his soul, Lord know it wasn't Pop
or the M.A.F.I.A., Kim tell Cease get the fuckin truck
We 'bout to hit the Wilshire district, get fucked up
Pop mad bottles son, twist up the Phillies
I'm thinkin 'bout T'yanna, these niggaz is lookin silly
If this was Blook-lyn I would up the 9-milli
But fuck it we to the truck, roll the dutch, we out of Phillies
Hop in the front seat, of that dark green Suburban
Heard another car swervin, gunshots close the curtains; Biggie!

[Chorus]

[The Game - impersonating Eazy-E]
Layin in this hospital bed with bronchitis, I can't talk
Walked myself in and all of a sudden I can't walk
IV's in my arm, my wife Tomica at my legs
(Ruthless), I mean Records, we got married on my deathbed
I could hear Jerry Heller in the hall
But I couldn't hear Cube and Dr. Dre no more at all
Through all the bullshit them niggaz was my dawgs
Niggaz With Attitudes spraypainted on the walls
I'm flatlinin, it's bad timin
(Straight Outta Compton), the king of gangsta rap's dyin
Cause of death, the AIDS virus
Conspiracy, I guess the government just hate violence
They thought my group influenced the L.A. riots
Woulda been here to see my kids grow, if I stayed quiet
Took 12 years for a real nigga to break silence
Eazy I had to let 'em know
You could catch me, cruisin down the street in my six-fo'

[Chorus]