The Game

[fox69]

"Poison Bananas"

"Poison Bananas"


P-p-p-p Unit
You pussy ass nigga!
P-p-p-p Unit
You pussy ass nigga!
P-p-p-p Unit
You pussy ass nigga!

Who the snitch?
You the snitch
Who the bitch?
You the bitch [x4]

Look, get ya mask took off
When I blast four off
Pump the shotty
Throw your body
Where the grass grow tall
Jeah, I'm like tango for the cash
Orange Jag
Looking like a mango when it pass
With the tato on the mack
I ain't talking 'bout bagging up work when I put Yayo in the bag
Fuck is you rhyming about?
You 30, just getting in the game, you should be trying to get out
You it's drama when the llama get out
Pull and spit the lead
Bullets hit your head
Then your mind'll sit out
By the time they find this shit out
I'm in a different state
In a different zip, different whip, different plates
Wait! I put the heater to your head
You G Unit Ninja Turtles cause your leader is rat
Scrat!
It's simple as 1,2,3
You lames
Wanna get at Game
You gotta come through me

Tony Yayo
Get out the way ho
Lloyd Banks just got shot
Technique pass the mack
And aim it at Curtis Jack
You ain't right
Trying to be Frank White
You getting smacked
Little accident murderer
I just now heard of ya
And the next time you disrespect the west, E serving ya
Yayo
You better lay low
Cause the M.O.B. got some killers on the payroll
I put a million dollar hit on you snitches
Show you why we call ourselves Money Over Bitches

[Chorus]
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And some cold hard killers from Compton (here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Philly (here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Long Beach (here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from L.A. (here monkey, monkey)

Olivia, get back in the car
'Fore I smack you like 50 did Fredo Starr
And he picking on lil niggas
Is it me or is it every video, Curtis Jackson get a lil bigger?
Nigga using that muscle enhancement
All I need is a couple dumbells and a sandwich
Fuck holding a conference
I'll run to Violator, hold Chris Lighty for hostage
Cause Banks doing gay porn, come out the closet!
Either that or I'mma knock Chris Lighty unconsciencious
Cut all the non-sense
You was PC'd up
Hit the bricks, rapping 'bout the corner like you Common
Talk of New York? You Jorge Pasada
I throw 'em, you catch 'em, that's not a threat, that's a promise
You did 6 months, now you a convict?
I accepted your phones calls now you got me on some wild shit
Judge said, "Time spent"
Now you can get it from the same gun homicide dropped five dimes with
And next time you try to kiss me on the cheek
You won't be alive long enough to put out my heat

[Chorus]

Welcome to the west, let me show you what hood like
My niggas down to sit on death row and ain't fucking with Suge Knight
Tag your left toes, wish you niggas a good night
Rock-a-by baby
Chrome .380
Screaming, "Ready to die"
Them niggas ain't crazy
On the black wall on the mini street that they can't be
A pine box plenty of leg room
Game, hit me, we're watching X's rented in Cancun
I'm look at the two like, "The nerve of this damn dude"
Pointing a beam at him, locating his next wound
Talk to my heat
Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Replace that G Unit bandana with a halo

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Pot Of Gold"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Pot Of Gold"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[Chorus:]
All the spotlight is not for me,
I close my eyes and imagine I'm home,
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold (whoa whoa),
In search of the pot of gold.

[Verse 1:]
There's a mother out there right now,
About to have the next LeBron,
Searchin' for a pot of gold like a leprechaun,
They say death comes in threes, whose next in line?
And I just lost a best friend for the second time,
Now I'm on a quest to find peace,
Still gotta carry my piece and soo-woo when it's reppin' time,
Ya'll don't understand, I'm misunderstood,
Give Interscope 2 more albums then I’m done for good,
Sold 10 million records ain't leave the hood,
It's a cold world everybody need a hood,
And everybody doin' time stay headstrong,
You still gotta chance to live,
Even though you're dead wrong.

[Chorus:]
All the spotlight is not for me,
I close my eyes and imagine I'm home,
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold (whoa whoa)
In search of the pot of gold

[Verse 2:]
Sometimes I try to do good but I just can't be,
It's hard to get myself to do things that ain't me,
And ya'll should thank me,
But my haters busy tryna send me home early but you can't New Orleans Saint me.
I ain't a saint B, I ain't a god God,
I ain't an angel neither but I try hard ya'll,
I'm lightin' up for all my soldiers at war,
As I sit back and watch the ashes on my cigar fall,
Wayne just came home, and tip back on the yard dog,
Guess Pujols ain't the only one playin’ hard ball.

[Chorus:]
All the spotlight is not for me,
I close my eyes and imagine I'm home,
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold (whoa whoa),
In search of the pot of gold.

[Chris Brown:]
See the thing about all of us is
You know just what we bout

All the spotlight is not for me,
I close my eyes and imagine I'm home,
I miss the days when life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold (whoa whoa),
In search of the pot of gold.

 

[fox69]

"Pour Up Remix"
(feat. Clyde Carson, Jeezy)

"Pour Up Remix"
(feat. Clyde Carson, Jeezy)



[Hook:]
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me

[Verse 1:]
It's the motherfucking world nigga
I be young and everywhere, the greatest ever get
If you fuck niggas asking them questions I got answers
Big booty, red boner like I'm dancing
The way a nigga blowing that strong might have cancer
Drop no top baby kemo
Shit around my waist cost a kilo
Same coupe, different colour, call it C-Lo
Mad Mexicana, out where she call me primo
She know I keep them shooters with me, never solo
Said she love the way I kick it like a tolo
Choppas layin all around the mental like the navy
Y'all don't know about this rap shit, this motherfucking crazy
Pop 20 bottles of Rose, we're by the pool nigga
Niggas at the gate where they all make a fool nigga
Do this shit till the sunset nigga
South central to sunset nigga
Mission Impossible, yea Tom Cruise shit
100 thousand Metatron, nigga fill a coupe ship
Like fucking two glocks in a bucket
Got my little niggas out of that, ain't got nothing
Don't know what you niggas is claiming, just throw it up
And I don't what these bitches are drinking, just pour it up

[Hook:]
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me

[Verse 2:]
I got some broads in my living room
More up on the way don't get offended boo
Ciros in the caban, if you hot then get up in the pool
Gotta kick it up for 20 suits
Young Magnificent with three on deck
Acting innocent till she take that sip
Dom Perignon and some Pinot grip
Some P Ciroc and probably some pink rose
Won't get thrown on that heavy shit
Fucking in some ice, on some icy stars
Gangsta remix, Young Keys and Game
Young Pac also, you don't know the name
We getting high on the west coast
West coast west coast
Got the best smoke, dollas like bird flow
Got my chest pumped, Henny in my red cup
Just a pipe boy, bottles up let's pour

[Hook:]
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me

[Verse 3:]
They call me disco Chuck
If I pull Lamborghini and that bitch gon fuck
Gas speed up gas speed up
Disrespect one of my niggas get your ass beat up
Diamond like 10, great J's feet up
Nigga on that ace tell that ass real?
We up with our claws on a lesbi
G6s playing for the RiRis
I tell a bitch back it up beep beep
She said chuck slow it down skeet skeet
She want the D
So I politely just come and I weave
She got one to me, roll up a tree
She want a nigga to break off the leash
She want them keys
Now now, baby
Remind me of E, rough rider baby

[Hook:]
Pour up pour up pour up
Pour up some drank with me
Pour up pour up now
Pour up some drank with me

 

[fox69]

"Pray"
(feat. J. Cole & JMSN)

"Pray"
(feat. J. Cole & JMSN)



[Verse 1: Game]
She got on tights with the leather skin
She a rockstar, bring the heavy metal in
Girl shaped like a coke bottle, Medellín
In love with her 'til she went and let the devil in
She pop pills like medicine
She probably gon' die, it's startin' to be evident
I told her, "Slow down, girl you're heaven-sent"
I'm a thug but I got a heart like Kev in there
And I can't let this girl throw her life away
Kick the door in the room and told her to put the knife away
Took her to the hospital like right away
She a angel with demons, the girl like night and day
Stressed out, parents getting divorced
Girl love 'em both, she ain't tryin' to sit in court
She a square so it's hard to see the angle
And that's why God gave her an guardian angel, it's me
And I'm here for her, swear to God that I'm here for her
Last nigga got her caught up in the airport
She ain't had no pride, so she went and did a year for him
She a ride-or-die, like Eve and them
Make home-cooked meals every evening
Start stripping on the side, now I'm tipping on the side
Love life like Joselin and Stevie and them
Am I wrong for being the best that I can to her
Takin' her son and tryin' to be a man to him
She don't wanna pray, but I told her put her hands to it
I done came a long way from that tan Buick
Yeah, grandmother would be proud of me
Almost got the devil all the way the fuck out of me
Remember momma knockin' on the door H.A.M
Then he bought her a car and a crib even though she doubted me

[Break: JSMN & Game]
When I wake up every day
Even though she doubted me
I thank the lord that we are safe
Even though she doubted me
Again, yeah
Even though she doubted me
That's why we pray for me
That's my momma and I love her with my heart like I love you
If you strugglin', baby daddy ain't takin' care of the kids girl
You can get a hug too
I'm here whenever you need me
Gon' reach out, it's that easy
I love women, cause without women
Wouldn't none of us niggas be breathin'
So let's

[Hook: Game & J Cole]
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head

[Verse 2: J Cole]
Cole
Good girl at heart I remember you well I remember you well
Got a husband and kid, but I flirt
Hope you do a little dirt cause I'm diggin' you still
That's real, but na you don't text back
And deep down I respect that
Cause even though a nigga wanna tap that shit
I don't wanna be the one to wreck that shit, so
So I fall back, year go by I got more plaques
Just to call from you tellin' me you miss me
And you wanna see me next time the tour's back, damn
Well what changed then?
She tellin' me a nigga had her caged in
Every time she think about me on the road
She be cryin' realizin' all the places that she ain't been
Well it's cool, I'll pick you up
Hold you down, lift you up
These other niggas try and fuck
I'm the only one who cut and still came back to stitch you up
So we fuck, say what?
You ain't been home lately, you ain't heard that nigga
Her man left cause she cheated on his ass
Found her pills in a bag, yo she burned that nigga
She burned that nigga
Say what? She burned that nigga
Say what? She burned that nigga
Dog, she burned that nigga
He beat her ass in the crib
Then he went and did a bid all cause a bitch burned that nigga
Now dog, that's real ass shit
That's word around the ville ass shit
Get the strap up, get the strap up
Please tell me that you strapped up nigga
We could kill that bitch if you want to
I'm cool, I strapped up, played by the rules, damn
While I'm sittin' here blessed, she at the crib all alone and she stressed
So nigga I

[Hook: J Cole]

[Outro: JMSN]
When I wake up every day
I thank the lord that we are safe
Again, yeah
That's why we pray for me
When I wake up every day
I thank the lord that we are safe
Amen, ooo
That's why you should pray for me
That's why you should pray

 

[fox69]

"Promised Land"

"Promised Land"


Sometimes I wonder
Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come out
Man we strugglin, it's hard sometimes, but
Tomorrow's better than yesterday, uhh

[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction, darker complexion
made it hard to live; dad, how you fathered your kids?
Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us out to dry
Shhhh, I'm still here, my mother's cries
Nigga no father figures make harder niggaz
Through the years, went to war with niggaz from what I saw in the picture
Now your son is bigger, 13, but just like you
Moms said I would grow up and be just like you
From what you did to my sister she disliked you
Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me just like you
Gunnin for riches, runnin hoppin project fences
Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits
And I'm far from finished, gamin 'til my coffee diminish
Why pray for the afterlife when mines just beginnin, huh

[The Game]
Only son by our mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one
Every time I kissed one I missed one, let me explain
Eight years before the game, everything came with pain
Watch the fate of my family slain would never see good times a-gayn
Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame
My father, that have the same name as his father
My grandfather wouldn't believe, he pulled up our family tree
I can see him rollin over in his coffin
I'm left with often, thoughts of how could you molest your daughter
They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter
Man you oughta, be dead in a grave
But it wasn't my call, so instead you sat in a cage
High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound, six-five coward
Woulda been dead in an hour
Heard you was scared to take a shower, scared of the yard
Your end is near, you shoulda been scared of God, motherfucker

[The Game]
All my niggaz listen, huh
I stay a step ahead of the rest of y'all
Why I gotta keep a vest for y'all
Though I made it dog I still stress for y'all
Funny how my folks think rap money stretch so far
Pray to God my niggaz see through all the checks and the cars
I'm tryin to invest in what's ours, gimme a couple of years dog
I'll turn your tears stress and your scars
into lawn chairs and green grass in your yard
I'm tryin to watch my kids wrestlin yours
Not have to get 'em ready for school and strap a vest on 'em all
I know sometimes it get hard
Keep your head up mami, reach for the stars
Havin a child is like a blessing from God
You just gotta work hard, can't let your youngest star strip in that bar
I feel your pain, this shit is rippin my heart
But where and when do we start, listen to the voice in back of my mind
Can't reach all my women so I attack it in rhyme
I know what you're feelin, I'm wripin ya tears ma, it could happen in time
For now I take your tear strife sufferin, imagine it mine, huh

 

[fox69]

"Purp & Patron"
(feat. Menace, Sam Hook & TD)

"Purp & Patron"
(feat. Menace, Sam Hook & TD)



[Intro:]
Finna pop the bottles now
Sit back and watch while the models dance around
It's about to go down!
Tonight is gonna go down!
It's about to go down!
Tonight its gonna go down
Purp and Patron Now

[Verse 1 - The Game:]
Everything is so beautiful, beautiful
And this is why I do it for
Purple haze smoke it to the face, no passing
Need a couple blunts for this four or five traffic
T.Vs in the dash and Amex on the gas and
Hit the carpool lane I got these bitches playing Madden
Rims and them rubba bands
Rolling while I'm rolling and I roll them shits the fastest
Can't tell we're smoking cause of the tint
Granddaddy purple from Comp Town to Oakland is the shit
And you know I came with assorted of flavor, so take your pick
I'm a cool nigga, 100 dollars for half a sip

[Hook:]
Purp light it up
Patron fill it in
And we gonna let this mother fucker spin
All in my system!

[Verse 2 - Menace:]
Ay yo I walk up in the spot, Welches and some rock
Gotta set the mood, I make love to the block
Betty Crocker with them pots
I'm rocking shit, thinking you can top it, better stop, Watch your droppin shit
Presidential on my presence nigga, I should of wore a suit
Kush and Patron, now I'm tearin up the coop
But you know a nigga Bowling (Ballin)
Cause every time we hit your block up, you nigga start hating
And You bitches start calling!
BBut I just laugh and take a hit of the Swisha Sweet
Cause life is like the smoke in the air when you're in the streets
Oh, we're gonna got it in ain't no body pitching in
This is celebration for the gangstas, but all we got is..

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - TD:]
I said we up in this session recording purple and Patron
All my nigga up in here gone off that purple and patron!
I stopped blowing that purple but A.R pass me that Patron
Tequila got me feeling it, and now my ass in the zone
I got two bad bitches at home
Waiting for me to get finish,told her call at least two more
Cause I'm bringing Compton Menace
And my nigga fresh is coming, they gon roll about a onion
Then yall gon take different strokes and I ain't talking Phillip Drummond
I'm from Philly you feel me, but all them Cali bitches love him
Cause I'm ballin with the king, like that boy Demarcus Cousins
You's can hate them all you want, but you still gotta feel 'em
Black Wall Street Gang, We in the building bitch!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Purp & Yellow"
(feat. Snoop Dogg & YG)

"Purp & Yellow"
(feat. Snoop Dogg & YG)



[Intro x2]
Yeah ah ha
you know what it is
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah ah ha, you know what it is
everything I do, I do it big
Yeah ah ha, screaming thats nothin
when I pull out the lot, that's stuntin
I rep my town, when you see me me you know everything
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

[Snoop Dogg]
Swish! 24, that's black mamba
Snoop Dogg, he's a dope rhymer
collaborate, with the golden state
in a yellow six deuce with the purple plates
I dip and dodge, I hit 3 and roll
fish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol
we don't give a damn bout the big 3
LA Lake show we bout to 3 peat
and you can bet, that's on the set
Ron Artest about to get wet
I'm on the flo' and that's a fact
sittin' next to uncle Jack blazin' up the purple sack

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

[Game]
Louie Vuitton don
purple 24's, yellow Lambo I'm ridin'
top blew the guts doors goin' suicide
Stuff in the wood, niggas know we gon kill that
blow it in the air boy, know they gon feel that
purp and yellow, purp and yellow
watch me ball like you sittin' with Phil at
ten car caravan Aston Martin's and all them hood whips
them Cutlass's them Cadillacs's that leather be grippin' them wood tips
I was born up in the wood, claim Compton bet you ain't know that
pops taught me how to get low in the floor clap
went from a boy to a king, any block I five five four that
nigga better know that, boy they playin'
sawed off shotty
what they sayin'? nothin to a boss
I put two hoes in that LeCar
I come through fuckin niggas off
hop in that truck and get lost
you playin' wit a king not Gretzky
even if ya let me, keep yo girl wetter than Game on a jet ski
Oo, cool, who say he smoother than a baby's ass
pops was a dope boy we still spendin 80's cash
look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is
blowin on a scarecrow on my way to see the Wiz

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

[YG]
Ridin' down Rosecrans, Compton, California
turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya
home of the Lakers baby, yea you know its purp and yellow
take a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seeing doubles
But I'm an angel though, and your girls a pigeon
its money over everything, girl you know the vision
never been a mark if ya with it we can cut ya fade
brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein
Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else is fuckin boring
I'm at Roscoes eatin wit some chicks who foreign
I took your girlfriend from you boy you's a mark
my white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start

[Chorus Repeated]

 

[fox69]

"Pussy Money Weed"
(feat. Kid Red, Lifestyle And Ben J)

"Pussy Money Weed"
(feat. Kid Red, Lifestyle And Ben J)



Look momma, I'm a chiefer, smoking on a reefer
I know you say you can't suck dick but I'm a teach ya
Bad lil bitch, yea I think that I'm a keep 'er
And she can't miss school so I fuck 'er on the bleacher
Got the models on deck, got them hoes in check
All these bitches know my name so my pull gettin' wet
I'll be rollin' rollin' rollin', off that potion we be bongin'
We be smokin', we be joinin' till they keep their party goin'
I'll be high, I'll be low, you try to row a bitch, let's go
If you did not put men on my weed then you can hit my jawn

(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)

And all bitched branded
Tatted on the pussy, Jordan's and some spandex
Rolling up the cookie, please understand that she tryna fuck me but I'm a make 'er fuck my man now
Poppin' bottles like new year's eve and we standin' on the couch screamin' pussy money weed
In the club blowin' trees so these bitches wanna leave
And she ain't even trippin', daddy spendin' on her weed
Yea, and all my bitches they exotic
It's a party in her mouth and I'm her nuts so I'm invited
I will suck it, I will bite it, I will fucking start a riot
Got that cush in my pocket and I'm selling like a parent ah
Fuck, it's Miley Cyrus
Who the fuck is Miley Cyrus?
It's a party at the crib and it's private

(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)

Ah, that's all I know about in this lifestyle
Put a dollar on a pussy and I wipe it down
Cool motherfuckaz, we don't tolerate clowns
We in this young life, care less, smoke rounds
Below homie Steve I hang 'er with a pou'
The bed call me Game, hold that shit down
I'm 'bout to get this motherfucka game a new song
Fuckin' relief, they don't know I'm with the fam
Ridin' 'round in my city
Smoked out I'm driftin'
Everybody, brother, sister, cousins chases fuckin' bailin'
That bitch fuckin', she guilty
I ride that and get filthy
We hop by so get liftin'
I smoke strong, that shit will be a Simpsons boy
And young boys get offended boy
Me, I'm just handlin' this grown man Dennis boy

(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)

 

[fox69]

"Put It In The Air"
(feat. Sky)

"Put It In The Air"
(feat. Sky)



[19 second instrumental to open]

[Sky]
Who's hot, who's not; I been the hottest thing
on the West, ever since the death of Tupac
Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue tops
And it's still nothin for me to get you shot
You see him? Yup, the same ol' pimp
Sky baller, and ain't nuttin changed but my limp
Natural born player, mine not a lame or a simp
The world is mine, you see my name on a blimp
Stay Dolce Gabbana'd down, play the Bahamas now
Youse a donkey, I'ma piranha clown
I keep thick bread, in the pockets of my sweats
While I'm drivin I get head in the cockpit of my 'Vette
And my game is sharp as a mosquito's needle
As far as the charts, young S be's the Beatles
Purple haze smoke in the urr, blow in the wind
The rims right there when I stop they still go and they spin
I can teach you how to stunt boy, and pop that trunk boy
Them city slickers ain't never been punks boy
So fix your ice grill, and your mean mug
Unless you wanna feel a few M-16 slugs

[Chorus 2X: The Game]
Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air
Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air
Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air
Play with Killa Cali if you want, muh'fuckers

[The Game]
I ain't got no time for fake ones, so don't think for a second
I won't pull this 45 and put your stomach where your neck is
If I tell you kiss the sky better respect it
Or get yo' ass hog-tied, butt-ass naked
I'm doin this for Eazy, like it or not
I wouldn't even be rappin if Eric Wright wouldn'ta dropped
I love this shit, I work and I'm good
I ain't on corner fuckers but I'm still in the hood
I'm poised to go platinum, that's what the magazines sayin
Fuck The Source, I got my own magazines man
I call her Shirley, she got a 32 round clip
And she love hangin out wit'chu girlies
I'm like them Philly nigs that come through "Early"
Through your front door without knockin like Mr. Furley
It's just me, you and the semi - "Three's Company"
You want the crown, you be U.G.K. like Bun B

[Chorus]

[Sky]
I rock jewels, cop tools, I will not lose
A million miles a minute is how my block moves
I stay in the fast lane, never fakin, cheddar chasin
I'm in the game for the cash mayne
And bitches play this in they Benzes, Jeeps and G.O.'s
They say I'm arrogant and got a big ego
But they still love to swallow me up
And every hotel suite, they wanna follow me up
But I ain't gon' put my dick in for free, nah ma
You want the kid then you gotta pay this pimpin a fee
And ain't no champagne left, so let's toast 'gnac
Sky baller and Game 'bout to bring the West coast back
I'm on that get dough shit, that Frank War{?} pimpin that ho shit
In Cali smokin that 'dro shit
I still push fishscale, and china white
A lil' nigga with a big gun and I ain't tryin to fight

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Put You On The Game"

"Put You On The Game"


[Verse 1]
First things first (aftermath), the chronic is back
This is indo produced by timbo
Game ova, naw the nwa chain choka
Is burnin rubber inside the range rova
Chain smokin, purple haze, this ain't
Anotha one of those this the rebirth of dre
The rebirth of la, the rebirth of hip-hop
Another memorial for makaveli and big pop
Hold up, timb stop. I said this anotha memorial
For makaveli and big pop, g-g-g-g-g!
Young homie got shit locked, public enemy #1
Flava flav on the wristwatch. all black g-units
All black impala, im a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo
50 cent know I'm comptons most wanted when
I'm ridin wit timbo

[Chorus]
Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that
Show me where ya friends at we can flip that
Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)
Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)
I show you where the bloods at where the crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at
Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)
Lemme put you on the game (lemme put you on the game)

[Verse 2]
I ain't got the west on my shoulda, got the west
In the backseat of the rova. ridin on dubs, nigga
I'm westcoastin. the next hova from the home of
The best doja, makin all that racket, I got the u.s. open
Stunt on me I'll leave u wit ya chest open, vest broken
Hop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin, g-g-g-g-g!
I done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news.
I got dre in the back, ridin on 22's. bitches screamin
'let me ride', it must be the shoes. red and black g6's
Red dot on the glock, I'm goin 3x platinum dawg how
Do I stop? I'm hot

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
My unit is gorilla, fuck with my la familia,
I will kill ya. I know that boy not familia(r),
But you got to feel em if the docta sealed em
(is compton in the house?) without a doubt
I'm the rapper wit clout otha niggaz yap about.
You know the one that introduced new york to
The beach cruiser, got em puttin red and blue
Strings in they g-units. get groupie luv,
Tell em to keep movin, if I gotta problem wit a bitch
I let eve do it. unless she got on La Perla
And I can see through it, I don't just let her ride
I give her the keys to it. me n my bitch layed back
In the coupe, I'm movin in the neighborhood I ain't
Passin through. I woulda been here afta snoop,
But I slowed down and showed timbaland how to iron a khaki suit.

[Chorus]