The Game

[fox69]

"Cali Boyz"

"Cali Boyz"


[The Game]
Yeh this is killa Cali, live as a motherfucker man
Niggaz hoppin of off LAX's
Can't wait to see the sunshine, the palm trees, the beautiful woman
I love it man, nineteen years and runnin', this is my home, feel me

[The Game]
Y'all must think it's all chips and championships in LA
I got niggaz from San Diego all the way to the Bay
E-40, Dre, Tash, Ras Kass
Quik, Cube, Kurupt, and Daz
Big Snoop, Xzibit, Nate Dogg, and Ren
Too $hort, B-Legit, The Click, and Mack 10
Big Solo, Kam, CJ Mack, and WC
Jayo Felony, Suge Knight, The Outlawz, and Warren G
Knoc'Turnal, Bad Azz, Goldie Loc, and Tray Dee
Short Khop, Big Face, MC Eiht, and Shock G
Ant Banks, Richie Rich, Eastwood, and Suga Free
Bigga Figga, B-Real, Cypress Hill, and Ice-T
Rick Rock, C-Bo, Battlecat, and Crooked I
Yukmouth, Sean T, Kokane, and Big Wy
San Quan, Second II None, and Soopafly
King T, Rappin 4-Tay, and All From The I
Dru Down, E-Swift, Baco, and Technique
Mac Mall, Dazi Bitch, Shaq and D.O.C.
Chico and Coolwadda, Tyrese and KD
Mailman, RBX, Shade Sheist, and Wy V
C & W, Chill, Hittman, and Hi-C
DJ Yella, I Flow, The Ganders, and Double D
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., The Farock, AMG
Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy
All my fallen soldiers rest in peace
Along wit 2Pac, Mausberg and Eazy-E
Essays, Bloods, Crips and all the thugs
And all my killa cali niggaz stay given it up uh

Yeah if I left you out man holla at me, my bad it's all love

 

[fox69]

"Cali Sunshine"

"Cali Sunshine"


[Chorus]
California sunshine, in the summer time [4x]

Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux,
Most recent was 50 in Angola, that’s what’s up,
Any rapper could touched, any bitch could get fucked,
Under the California sun, impalas and big trucks,
They say Suge got knocked out, but don’t play that nigga cheap,
Cuz you’re body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach,
Ain’t shit sweet but my Swisher, ain’t shit buzzin but my liquor,
Cali chickens got to the 80’s strip and come back a little thicker,
With more ass then Delicious, that’s my Flavor of Love,
We make it rain like Rainman, when he play with the glove,
I’m the king to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas,
Playin in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas,
We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggas,
Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggas,
We drink Kool Aid with the ice on your arm nigga,
Take that Champion hoody off in the California sunshine

[Chorus]

I’m in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard,
We can’t find Biggies’ killers so we gave Diddy a star,
And I’m by far, Hollywood boulevard,
but I’m from a boulevard that tought ya’ll to shoot out of moving cars,
Remember, New Jersey driver’s like a East Coast menace,
And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it,
Give me a New York minute,
to show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New York pennants,
Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted,
I duck shots where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis,
And they never came back, like throwin a boomerang flat,
See me, I’m posted like a Cincinatti pitcher in the same hat,
It’s like a scene from a movie, when the screen fade black,
Niggas roll up on you, Now you stuck in that Harold and Cane trap,
If you slippin in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched,
I know some niggas that know some niggas, Ill get your chain back.

[Chorus]

Niggas already know who had the marijuana first,
We birthed haze and sour diesel, I was there when the water burst,
Hell nah we don’t surf, We half way go to church,
Tell you the truth, shiit, right now I’m in the fuckin hearse,
And it ain’t my night to get buried in the dirt
But it is your day to get buried by a verse,
It’ll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here,
Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I’m in there,
Hotter then the beginning of my career with 50, Dre and Em there,
Top off the Murcialago like Victoria’s Secret swim swear,
So listen, I’m so sincere, bout to work out like gym wear,
Murder MTV’s top ten, and tat my face with 10 tears,
That’s 10 funerals, 10 caskets,
10 3-piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic,
And 10 reasons why I got California hotter than acid,
Don’t you ever, ever leave me out of the top 10 you fuckin’ bastards
Blaow.

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"California"

"California"


(People trying)
[Game:] Tryna to do what?
(To find a way out)
[Game:] Oh, yeah! That was me in 2004
(Love ain't around)
[Game:] Ain't never been around
(Look at California)
[DJ Skee:] Just like we back again
[Game:] Yeah
[Skee:] Fresh of that Purp & Patron
[Game:] That's right
[Skee:] This is The Hangover
[Game:] Every time you look at me...
[Skee:] And I just landed back in. Live from LA
[Game:] ...You look at California
[Skee:] I'm the world famous DJ Skee
[Game:] I am the Westside
[Skee:] I told you I'm only dropping classics
Reppin' that Westcoast. Yo Game, I don't think they ready

Palm trees, beautiful women
Drop top phantom now this is living
Started off chopping crack in my grandma kitchen
But y'all know that, so let’s get down to bidness
Outta towners beware, of what you wear
"Yo son, I'm from New York," but we don’t care
The Crips, the Bloods, the Esé's. The daytons, the dogs, the chevys
What you know about Cali and everything I rate
Nigga I make the dinner you be sure to scrape the plate
From Compton's Most to N.W.A
From Snoop Dogg Dr. Dre, niggas love us
What about the bitches? You mean these bitches bouncing in my back seat while my Impala hit switches?
They riding with the king, a California king
If it ain’t about that it ain’t 'bout a motherfucking thing
I'm living the American Dream
Sitting fat but I don’t sing
I don't fuck wit rats if you know what I mean
You thinking 50 but I am talking Christina Milian
Sucked a million dicks but still ain't sold a million
Bitch trying to get a ride like a Milian
I know you like, "What this gotta do in LA?"
Bitch tried to fuck me and she almost fucked Dre so...

Yeah, slow this shit down man
I'ma let California fuck you now
That’s right
Yeah, how it feel?
Y'know California niggas
Got big dicks, big trucks, big mouths, big guns
We’ll fuck you all night

Straight RnB
Black Wall Street Records we don’t play no games
I mean after 4 hours we’ll fuck you off on a nigga
I got the houses; here, Miami
Condo in New York, condo in Wilshire
I done lived in Beverly Hills
Look down the street at Range Rovers, Bentleys and Phantoms passing by
As the wind blows through my motherfucking, fades
Niggas know what it is wit me nigga
California king and that’s for life
Don’t give a fuck what a nigga say

Let me introduce ya, to something you not used to
I'm California’s future
Sit back watch what I do to
These Dre beats, these Timbaland tracks
I just blazed and my spit crack
I Scott Storch em we can’t afford em
Every hot producer seen Game record
My flow outta this word, like Neptunes
California was dying, I came to the rescue
First time Snoop Dogg ever heard me spit
His reply was like, "Damn, nephew"
That was '05
And I was so eleven, four hours, six years I'm ahead of my time
I let you niggas be LeBron
Even he can't see Kobe in his prime
Picture Kobe in Lebrons
That's too much game I'm outta my mind
And that's a hot line
I think niggas wanna hear me say that one more time
Picture Kobe in Lebrons
That's too much game I'm outta my mind
Outta my soul
Been having outta body experiences since I was 7 years old
Look at California he ain't scared
Shot a deuce five 'fore he had Nike Airs
My pops like, "There go the block"
I'm like, "Where?"
Brass knuckles in my Levi's never fight fair
20 years later I'm right here
Red rag wiping off all white Airs
Let a nigga step on em. I'ma go Wycleff on him
Could go Raekwon the Chef on him
Throwing up a dub, bangin' Wu-Tang
Riding with a chopper like a young Hussein
In a new Range
Fuck wit the Crips but I'm from the P.I.R.U gang
Momma I did it. You told me to so I spit it
I don't just talk Cali I live it
From Aftermath to sit wit it I'm sick wit it
So nigga admit it
You'll never be Game
Never be Pac, never be Doggy Dogg
I don’t know why you spit cos nigga you ain’t shit
You writing for Detox? Nigga suck my dick
Me and Hittman, did that before
First mailman left then I seen the trap door
Came in from the back
Nobody could stop him
Not EVE, Busta Rhymes or Rakeem
And Bust my nigga, so I would never diss him
Fuck over any other rapper with Henny in my system
Who want it? Not Jigga
I'm treacherous like trigger
I'm Naughty by Nature nigga with more priors than Richard
And I can say whatever cos I made Jimmy Iovine richer
And he get richer every time I call you a bitch ass nigga
Let Chris Bosh run up on Kobe again
I'ma catch him in the club and open his chin
Cos I ride or die for this Cali shit
Break a nigga off proper like a valley bitch
I chop a nigga down like a brick of raw
I'm notorious like Biggy Smalls
I know he from New York but he like me
Last thing I wanna do 'fore I D.I.E. is
Look at, look at, look at California [repeats]...

I know New York the mecca of hip hop
A-town stay doing their thing
Chi-town breed Kanye and motherfucking Common
Sometimes y'all gotta look at California
Ay yo Jimmy Iovine, tell Dre these headphones the shit

 

[fox69]

"California Dream"

"California Dream"


[Verse 1: Game]
I'm at the house bout to roll this kush up
I can get a call at any minute, so I'm just doing push-ups
Waiting on what seems to be forever
I burned a hole in my Polo sweater cause I was nervous
That's how crazy birth is, loading up this Beretta
Cause this time I'm having a baby girl
So it's whatever, whenever... whatever
You my willow and it's my will to make this last forever
First thing I'm a tell her? Daddy's your umbrella
Get with a glass slipper Cali, you my Cinderella
Gotta be a dream, hold up, that's your middle name!
Both your brothers big now, so baby you my little Game
Who gonna be the Godfather? Lil Wayne?
Y'all smoke too much but got Cali tatted on his veins
And I just got a text from your mama
Saying the water burst, I guess it's time for my comma...

[Verse 2: Game]
You walk through the door, she on the ground crying
She don't wanna get up, you had a baby right here
I ain't cleaning that shit up!
I finally got her out the house, now we on the elevator
She screaming, her left the car seat
But I'm a tell her later
Forget the car seat - man - I'm hella-faded
She like "I know you ain't high! " Man, I'm celebrating...
Now we in the car, she won't put on her seatbelt
Screaming at the top of her lungs: "I need help! "
Weaving through traffic, minutes between contractions
Close your eyes right now, and you can see it happening
Imagine: she pulling on me "stop I'm about to crash, shit! "
Butterflies in my stomach, heart beating fast as shit
Every time I have a kid, it's like the first time
Kids the best, but they be coming at the worst times
Now we here, Tiff get in the wheelchair
Butterflies still here - am I happy? Hell yeah!

[Verse 3: Game]
I parked the car, now I'm running through the halls lost
Trying to figure out which one of these rooms is ours
Think: damn... one of the nurses stuck her head out
They gave her an epideral so I pulled the couch bed out
Took a nap, woke up, they almost got the head out
She grabbing on the rails, looking like she about to pass out
Told her to breathe, grab my phone and hit record
"Breathe! 1, 2, 3, 4 - one more - 1, 2, 3, 4"
Push! C'mon Tea, push! God damn it, just push! "
Nurse coaching her, doctor pulling on shoulders
Giving me the notion to cut the umbilical
She out, 8 pounds 4 ounces
Hold up: I'm about to make an announcement
See, every time a child is born somebody leave the world
So I thank the woman who gave her life for my baby girl

 

[fox69]

"California Vacation"

"California Vacation"


[Verse 1- The Game]
Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga,
Sipping on Gin and Juice fill up your cups nigga,
The Westcoast back crackin' like it's 94',
So bitch get on your knees and give me head like it's 94',
And don't come up for air 'til the beat drop,
I'm the Doctors Advocate call it a sneak peak,
at the mudafukn Detox, take note grab a pen,
And let the world know the west is ridin' again,
I Graduated from Dre's school top of my class,
Treat my switches like my bitches got me dropping that ass,
Still bangin' the chronic like doggiestyle came with it,
And I roll a sticky on my bitch back while I hit it,
I done been there, done that, had beefs and won that,
5 million records on 1 plaque I hung that,
Still got Dr. Dre low ridin' in the 64',
When you see us, throw it up for the fukin' Westcoast.

[Chorus]
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
We low ridin' in the Westcoast,
So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
Still low ridin' in the Westcoast,
You should take a trip and visit the West coast.

[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg]
Check game, im'a show you how to bang,
Uncle Snoopy is it true you from that money game,
All the time neph' I gotta let my nuts hang,
A chest full of chains a left han' wit' a pinky ring,
I'm in a steeler caps, Swisha Sweets peel em back,
My lil' hood rat, baby got that mini mack,
Baby got that 20 sack, baby got plenty that,
Whatever you send it's my nugga, we gonna send it back
I'm in the club, with the snub, getting' love,
with 20 thousand Crips and 20 thousand Bloods,
And we don't give a fuck about none of ya'll,
And when you hit the city, you better holla at the Big Dogg,
I done seen niggas hit LA and get dey chain snatched,
Then they call me up, beggin' me to get dey chain back,
What I look like the mudafukin Police,
It's certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets,
Especially when it comes to this Cali shit,
And I ain't talkin' bout hangin' in the valley Bitch,
Gang bang niggas all up in the alley Crip,
On some real talk nigga we the real Westcoast.

[Chorus]
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
We low ridin' in the Westcoast,
So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
Still low ridin' in the Westcoast,
You should take a trip and visit the West coast.

[Verse 3 - Xzibit]
Damn, I heard blue rag niggas ain't fucking with the red rag niggas,
On the Westcoast (Fuck you mean),
shit from what I seen, red and blue can make green,
Black wallstreet and X-o-leen,
Since jealousy breeds hatred, hatred breeds violence,
Violence breeds enemies more permanent silence,
California alliance, is more important than ever so throw it up,
We low ridin' together (YEAH!)
Make the Westcoast rise forever, esse's B's and C's represent your letter,
Got Game the go getter, Xzibit the rhyme spitter, Snoop Dogg the boss,
We gangster at all costs, ya'll niggas is so soft and pussies so fuck off,
For one of my niggas draw that hammer and dump off,
This kush you gon' cough, (Cough, Cough)
Yeah inhale the smoke, Bandana hang,
Bang the coast my nigga.

[Chorus]
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
We low ridin' in the Westcoast,
So im'a die for the mudafukn Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
Still low ridin' in the Westcoast,
You should take a trip and visit the West coast

 

[fox69]

"Camera Phone"
(feat. Ne-Yo)

"Camera Phone"
(feat. Ne-Yo)



[Ne-Yo]
Mmmmm, ohh-whoa-ohhhhh
Hey!

[The Game]
Picture me and my gangsta girl, ridin with the top back
Bangin Ne-Yo, my neck frio, my Sox hat
Tilted to the side, like you know I get my grind on
Get my shine on, jewelry blacken on rhinestones
Rims spinnin like a globe on these low pros
Do it big cause I'm s'posed to floss and that's the reason she break me off
Cause I'm gangsta, and I'm ridin with

[Ne-Yo]
Ne-Yooooo, it's a thug and a gentleman
Rollin like a boss do, no matter the cost to
Not tryin to brag but, money not a issue
Don't let your girl see us, that might make her diss you
Cause if she roll with us, she won't even miss you

[The Game]
Uh, uh, uh
Pop rubber bands when I throw a stack
before it hit the ground she throw it back
When I make it rain that's chump change that paid for the 26 on my Range
Range, Range, drive, drive, take the wheel when I roll this lye
Climb over to the passenger side and freeze

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
And once again it's on
If she take a picture with a camera phone
Then playa she not comin home
And if I'm on her screen saver, that might mean later we gone
If I let her take a picture, she will roll with me
If I let her take a picture, she will roll with me
If I let her take a picture, she will roll with me
And will roll with me, and will roll with me, ohh

[The Game]
If you don't know by now baby I'm a star, look at my face, look at my car
Look at my waist and look at my scars, look out the window see where we are
In my Phantom, in my Rover bangin

[Ne-Yo]
Ne-Yooooo, it's a thug and a gentleman (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She never rolled in a car with the suicide
Girl when they see you and I, they committin suicide
All of 'em want my girl - cause she pretty and thick in the thighs
Homie don't mess with mine - do us or it's suicide

[The Game]
She call me Jay, I call her B, we gettin married, to the streets
I'm chasin money she chasin me, I'm right where, I wanna be
With the B, on my Bentley, the horse on my Lambo
Crown on my Cadillac, checks on my Air Max
Haters, better fall back, 'fore I put somethin in your ballcap
That's my chick, I got her back like a bra strap
Cause she fine, and she cute, she think she all that
And she all that, that's my girl, that's my world

[Chorus]

[unknown female - repeat 2X]
Game, can you take a picture?
Ne-Yo, can you take a picture?
We been waitin all night
Just to take a picture wit'cha

[The Game]
Grab the wheel, take control, and let your hair blow inside my Lambo
Pull out your phone, picture that
take you home let your man know I'm hittin that
While I'm hittin that, she send it back, she drop it low, we about to blow
Me and N-E, dash, Y-O, yo', girl know
She's so Ciara, so Eve, so Mariah, so B
She's so Trina, I'm R. Kelly; she remind me of, my gold D's
I'm Coolie Hi, I'm Cocheese, she a 34-D, I'm so pleased
I'm So So Def, she's so Janet, I'm J.D. and she fo' me
In a H-2, we fo' deep, through the N.Y.C. off no sleep
I hate to drive but I break it wide when I'm ridin with my show D
I kidnap her never take her home, ridin off bangin Ne-Yo sittin on chrome
In that Maserati see the paparazzi they [cameras clicking] she gone

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Can A Drummer Get Some"
(feat. Swizz Beatz, Lil Wayne, Travis Barker, Rick Ross)

"Can A Drummer Get Some"
(feat. Swizz Beatz, Lil Wayne, Travis Barker, Rick Ross)



[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Game]
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this rave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em
Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please
I ate your favorite rapper's heart out with a 16
Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, that's Swizz Cheese!

[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Lil Wayne]
Bang, guess who checked in the game
Smoke in the air like LeBron James
Running this shit like he run game
Pull out my dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on
I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's
I'm in my prime like Deion
I'mma shine like neon
I'm a Lion like Leon
But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of
I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off
Yeah, Travis on the Drums
Travis on the beat
Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat
Weezy F I'm an F'ing star
Haha, get it? I'm an FN star
Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards
If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards

[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Rick Ross]
Tupac and Juice riding [?] on the loose
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof
Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose
Got the wide body I'm a fat muthafucker
In Swahili I'm screaming "stack muthafucker"
Ya homie won't stop until I decide to
Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump
Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so...

[Swizz Beatz - x2]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

 

[fox69]

"Can You Believe It"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Baby)

"Can You Believe It"
(feat. Lil Wayne & Baby)



[Hook]
Can you believe it?
Can you believe it?
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)

[Verse 1: The Game]
Young Stunna, young Stunna
The way that paint drippin it’s gon’ be a bloody summer
22 inches, all-red everything
That’s Soo Woo business, holla at ya 5
4, 3, 2, 1, bitch in the coppet
And my knot’s sick, I’m ill
I got a milli in my maze
Red Cardinal fitted, bitches feel me in the Louie, yeah
Red rubies in my watch and my chain
Catch me in Wade County, I’m the king like James
Headed to the Game, Red Challenger today
Throwin’ up red flags like I’m challenging the play
Tune, this shit retarded, I need a red helmet
And I’m all about my cake: red velvet
You can’t help it, gotta see what I got
It’s like Ripley’s: Believe it or Not, you tell me

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I’m a Beast, believe that
Stop playing, I go hard, I go He-Man
Young Tune, break em off like a tree branch
Play with me, you in hot water: tea bag
All-black Maybach, call it decaff
And I just ordered your girlfriend some kneepads
Can you believe the unbelievable?
Bitch, I’m higher than Venus, Serena too
Yeah, Game, holla at ya: Soo Woo
Young Money bitch, we cold like two scoops
Life’s a bitch and mine a diva
Point the biggest skeptic out I make ‘em a believer

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Baby]
Yeah, belee dat, a hundred on a marble floor
And everyday we on the grind tryna flip some more
Ya understand, acres on that new land
Suicide doors nigga, on that new Lamb’
P-p-pussy poppin’ bullshit
Bullshit ain't shit nigga we the shit
We the business, Louie on every trip
Holiday everyday on the YM ship
Cause everyday my sun shine
Candy paint on the Harley making headlines
Belee dat
We good with this cake homie
Belee dat, we ride every day homie

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Can't Get Right"
(feat. K. Roosevelt)

"Can't Get Right"
(feat. K. Roosevelt)



[Verse 1: Game]
I bumped Ether, bumped Takeover
Seein' Jay and Nas on stage was hip-hop's makeover
And that very day you knew niggas was born
Tyler the Creators, Drake, J. Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you ain't fuck, then you ain't get your dick wet
I see your little chain
I see your little dreads, tryin' to be a Lil Wayne, shit
I used to wanna be a little Hov
Started with a little rock, got me a little stove
Made a little money, bought me a little Rov'
Paid cash money like I was from Hollygrove
Sold ten mill, everybody know my name now
Thinkin' back, it's a motherfuckin' shame how
Biggie got killed and Pac got murked
Sometimes I gotta step in the church, cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
As the blood spills from my pen
It's time to confess my sins, cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
I smoke weed, pop pills, but I'm thinkin' it's time for me to chill
Cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
I'm tryin' to get some head tonight, have a stripper in my bed tonight
But I ain't tryin' to go to hell

[Hook: K. Roosevelt]
Father forgive me, cause I ain't perfect
No, no no no
Why is everything wrong?
Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right

[Verse 2: Game]
Dre promised me records, I never got 'em
That's why I had nightmares that a nigga shot him
For all my albums missed records
Felt he shitted on me for Kendrick, recorded diss records
And Kendrick, my nigga, put him on his first mixtape
I pop champagne when I heard he was with Dre
And I'm tellin' y'all this true story cause I'm real
Dre, first time, hearing 'bout it, wonder how he feel
Cause I feel like shit severin' the relationship
The only doctor I knew to make all of his patients rich
Snoop, Pac, Em, 50
Me, K. Dot, watch us do a 360
Plus The Documentary saved me from penitentiaries
I ain't trippin', niggas been disloyal for centuries
Finally got the crown, this motherfucker meant for me
Funny how you do your top 5's and don't mention me
Fuck 'em all

[Hook]

[Break: K. Roosevelt]
See I been spendin' these late nights
Oo, girls I never seen gettin'
Constantly intoxicated
Only God could save me, yeah
With 'em by the sunrise
One day everyone dies
That's the way the story goes
But now, I can't feel my heart
But I just keep ridin', ridin'
Feel so numb, numb, oh yeah

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Cats And Dogs"
(feat. Kobe)

"Cats And Dogs"
(feat. Kobe)



[Intro]
Welcome to the Republic, of Cali-i-for-nia
While you're here, you can get updates
And snap a picture with us on Instagram
At DJ Skee - I can't say his name!
Y'all ain't gon' get me in trouble, hehe
Facebook, Twitter, @TheGame
@DJSkee, follow us! As we lead you with this

[Chorus: Kobe]
Not what you feared then bitch
You gon' learn to shut yo' mouth
Cause we gon' eat now, now
Now, now
Fuck yo' feelings bitch
Just gon' huff yo' acid here
And roll this shit 'round
Hold this shit down
Come move them thangs for me babyyyyy
Across town, town
And make sure they touch down
Eeee, ahhh, just make it in town
Then make sure they touch down
Touch down

[The Game]
Uh-huh; I need a gangster bitch nigga I ain't lyin
I'm talkin when I fuck she scream, you hear sirens
No domestic violence (violence)
Just domestic dominance
So let me ice you out so when you slidin down the pole
Doin your Magic City thing yo' neck and wrist glow
I'm dreamin, she ain't a stripper, she a classy girl
Gon' off that Patron, she my nasty girl
First name Rachal, last name Jones
You related to Nas? Girl, Queens my second home
You know you, (Prince Akeem) come with a (Semi) we can tear it up
Weekend in Cannes, then we (Coming to America)
Wear them Jimmy Chus but she love that Gucci
Never been to A-T-L but she love that (Gucci) (brrr!)
She taught me how to cook Cajun, I taught her how to cook crack
And I chopped it on her back, now tell me where they do that?

[Chorus]

[The Game]
I put her on a Greyhound, she know she better stay down
Ride or die like my Bentley man this bitch'll never break down
She my "Bust It Baby," you should see her bust a trey pound
Love Roc-A-Fella so much she won't even call me Jay now
She roll my weed man, like she my wingman
Then we get high, play Tiger Woods on that weed damn
Love is four season, haters 365
In the game cats and dogs, keep your bitch by your side
Got a hardtop Lambo' when the rain start to pour
Not the rain outside, talkin the rain indoors
Her girlfriend told her, that I was creepin with a stripper
Told her I was courtside, watchin the whack ass Clippers
Bitch please! I'm a Laker fan, and Kobe that's my nigga
Keep my grass cut so I can see when the snake slither
Shit came out of nowhere like Khloe and Lamar
Kinda got a nigga thinkin maybe I'm

[Chorus]

[The Game]
I let her drive the Range on our first date
She the first one to put me on that Drake mixtape
"I just wanna be successful baby"
Take you out them Hudson Jeans and redress you baby
We can walk down Rodeo, turn around, you on Melrose
Fly to New York in the winter and try on some Timbos
Or we can hit South Beach, fuck with Ross and Timbo
The world is cherry pie and we can (Slice) it up like (Kimbo)
You cook the rock, I break it down, I wrap it up, you weigh them pounds
I make the car, you start the car, we can drive it out of town
I'm your nigga right? And you my bitch (yeah)
Even if they lock me up, she gon' get them brakes there
When we get tired, we hit the truck stop and sit there
And zip my 501's and, she gon' put her lips there
The memoirs of a perfect bitch
You gotta hold them down even if it's

[Chorus]