The Game

[fox69]

"Celebration"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga, Chris Brown & Wiz Khalifa)

"Celebration"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga, Chris Brown & Wiz Khalifa)



Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside

[Hook:]
We havin' a celebration, let us stay high
We havin' a celebration, let us stay high
We havin' a celebration, let us stay high
We havin' a celebration, let us stay high

[Game:]
Nigga blowing on that ayo, breakin' down them trees
I'm out the door with dro on the keys
Scooping up Chris and I'm hitting the freeway
Yeah, got a whole zip of that purp
Got a couple hoes home with no clothes on
Cause they roll on us, let's twerk
Now we hotboxin' that Ghost, Ace all in that do'
Ray Bans in my face, never know when my eyes low
Smoke good, fuck good, eat good, steakcap
She said backwoods, kill swishers, you eat take out
Yeah, but I love fucking them redbones
She country thick and that hair long, that pussy killer, she dead wrong
She went to Howard, her head strong, her mamma tall, So her legs long
She went to college and got her masters, now she bringing that bread home
Roll up

[Bridge:]
Put the purp in the blunt
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
Put the purp in the blunt
Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside

[Hook x2]

[Chris Brown:]
It's a celebration, all on the pole they doing the dance
Anticipating I'm feeling your body, hoping that you would just give me a chance
God damn babe, just hold your glass up for this toast
My ca$h up and yo ass up, and I'm the one tippin' the most
Tonight, on the westside
And if you wanna roll, have the best fuckin night of your life, no lie, no lie
Me and you together girl I'm celebratin' you tonight

[Tyga:]
Uh, yeah I'm bloooown no cigarillo, rillo
Love when I'm Mellow, get on my level 101 Karats in my bezel
I'm ooooon, like soon as the ice cream truck at the ghetto
Little knucklehead always in trouble soon as I ask shawty her number, fashooooooo
Yeah I get it then I gone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
Said she wait when daddy come home
Told me she ain't got nothing on
I'm talkin' no th-thong. thong thooooong
Yeah she throwin' that ass back
Hard as a bat, sit on my lap
Fucking with me, ain't nothing better than that
That's a fact. That's a fact?
Don't act hollywood cause I don't act
Bout my business but I don't slack
This my celebration rap, so

[Hook x2]

[Lil Wayne:]
I pour up for Pimp C, light up for Soulja Slim
Straight out the gutter, with the rest of the bowlin' pins
Money for days, bitches go both ways
On the road to riches, bitch I got road rage
Got the kush in the swisher, got the pussy, the liquor
Got a silencer on the gun, take it off like a stripper
Yeah, wake up, wake up, I'm goin' at your face, make up
These niggas need stitches cause they taking pay cuts
Man somebody tell them hoes it's a celebration
All my niggas got guns no registration
Now gone light that weed up, I'm Trukfit tee'd up
Hoes down, B's up

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Rollin' and chokin' and movin' slow motion, I'm floatin' I'm gone
Rollin' and chokin' and movin' slow motion, I'm floatin' I'm gone

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Celebration (Remix)"
(feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa)

"Celebration (Remix)"
(feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa)



[Intro: Wiz Khalifa (Chris Brown)]
Rollin and chokin and movin slow motion, I'm floatin on goooooooood
(Put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt)
Rollin and chokin and movin slow motion, I'm floatin on goooooooood
(Put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt, yeah)

[The Game]
Step out the door and I'm rollin slow motion
I'm finna get down with my G's
Look 'round the crib and then pick up my keys
Hop in the fo' then go so niggaz don't know
I'm puffin on that, reefer
That chronic that grow from them trees
And now we smokin, throwin up B's
and I got Bone Thugs on my team
You know we steadily drinkin that liquor
Walk off in the club, say whassup to my niggaz
and I'm stumblin into that hydro
Look at me eyes low, where the pyro
Smokin the same in Indonesia, and Cairo
I'm back to back in them blunts
Now where did-a me light go?
'Fore I get psycho let's get high bro
Sittin and choppin with Krayzie
Stuffin that haze inside of me Swisher mayne
Layzie, Flesh, Wish
and never forgettin my nigga Bizzy
Aimin slow on Mr. Ouija
Better know who the boss
You don't wanna get tossed in the river mayne
East 99 on the grind, it feel the same

[Chris Brown]
Put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt, yeah

[Wish Bone]
Got a call from Compton
Celebration real niggaz so you know that I'm comin
Laced up, little bit of sun, little bit of fun
They got love in Compton for Bone
Little Hennessy, a little Cali green
I'm floatin, chokin, I'm gone
Look for somethin to poke on
I'm so high, got my Loc on
But I'm so real, life is so chill
I'm a grown man, nigga fo' real
It's mine (mine) cause I'ma spend it
Keep my hustle on so I'ma get it
I'm in my own lane, nigga pay tolls
Nigga no change, if anything
Better have mine, 'fore the party stops
Nigga gun range, bop bop bop!

[Krayzie Bone]
Well I'm in the back with a blunt, steady get it in
First to the last of the month, keep 'em comin
Niggaz think I don't smoke weed no mo'
I smell it then I say pass the bong
We're havin a celebration
So gone I don't even know what the occasion is
Can't even remember my name and shit
Man look at what this nigga Game done did
This nigga done made me relapse on a weed track
Put some purp' in the blunt cause I need that
Drink a 40 on my own in the zone
Still I won't get feedback
Know the haters wanna see me, for the love a nigga bustin
so I'm feelin like I'm runnin with the devil
Everybody got the level when a nigga got me ready to roll
And hydro got me ready to blow (blow)
Split that Swisher, roll some mo'
If y'all niggaz ain't know Bone can smoke
Highly highly high, but on the lowly lowly low!
Tell me what they want, a little bit of Bone
with a little bit of Game, still the same
Thugs swang, haters can hate if they want
For me it's still a wonderful day!

[Flesh-N-Bone]
Hit 'em off the top like on the block
It look like he just seen a ghost
Got 100 kids floatin around in my hood
and we goin for broke
Hit the weed and the blunts lil' bro
And roll up some smoke
Get 36 of that O.G.
If it's potent tell 'em run the whole ki'
All my niggaz down in Tha Land gettin that gwap
Hustlin, eatin, gettin no sleep
From Cleveland to Cali we winnin mayne
With Game mayne, we chiefin mayne
It's the first of the month and we yawnin
That's my everyday agenda
Red strings, bigger heaters
Five Thugs-N-Harmony members

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Layzie Bone]
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (yeah!)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (whoa ohhhh)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (woo-hooo!)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (stay high)
We havin a celebration, love to stay high (high)

[Layzie Bone]
My life is a movie, it's just like a party
I wake up and roll up and blow on that Maui, wow-wee
Early in the morning the room is still cloudy
All night long my Thugs is just rowdy
All we do it for a celebration
We celebrate life in the fast lane
And never we hesitate
Only we demonstrate, original cash game
Mix it up with the hash mayne
I might let you hit it but never do ask mayne
That miracle lyrical mari-j-uana my sponser
That's why I don't have pain
L-Burna gon' have thangs, my mission is music
(Foe Tha Love of Tha Money)
Always reppin that Eazy-E
Cause what he gave me you can't take that from me
B-O-N-E, to the T-H-U-G, to the G-A-M-E
Got the game on lock
Lock lock lock lock but rock, it don't stop
Party over here, better call the cops cause it's hot
The buddah keep penetratin
We celebratin, real niggaz made it
No longer me needin me hair braided
Just (Chiefin in my Wahoo) faded, faded!

[Bizzy Bone]
We havin a celebration, love to stay high
Out of my khakis, out of my Gucci
And I'm gonna roll somethin when I roll
When I roll that ooh-wee, hey
Let me put it back, gotta love that
Put it out? Fuck that
Little Henny on the side in the ride
Better make it alright, not much time lookin back
Better handle my business here
Puff puff, pass, and my last
Gotta leave a little baggy in the air
Gotta put a little love in the glass
My legendary level-headed peers
Grab a buckle when I buck 'em with a beer
Sellin dope from the back of the stairs
That's when it was Clair (Clair, Clair)
But thanks to Game and this life
to keep hip-hop alive for the ones alive
And even my niggaz that's dead and gone
Every time in smoke and it's like them niggaz still live on
Hustlin, I still do it
Celebrate and elevate your mind
Little Bizzy gotta keep it movin
Everybody on the first still high (high, high, high)

[Interlude: The Game (Chris Brown)]
"Jesus Piece," December 11th
We celebratin the birth, death
and the resurrection of Black Jesus
But until then (put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt)
Yeah, Breezy! (yeah)

[Chorus]

[Outro: The Game]
Put the purp' in the bluuuuuuuunt

 

[fox69]

"Cellphone"
(feat. Dubb)

"Cellphone"
(feat. Dubb)



[Verse 1 - Game:]
I remember days on Crenshaw, take a nigga Beamer
Hit the hood, take his rims off
Then hit that block, let him hear that Pac
That shit don't stop
Soo woo, new coupe, through the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims, new bitch throwin' up P's, whoo whoop

[Hook 1 - Game:]
Compton niggas ain't never gon' be the same
It's in my blood, you see my veins
You see my tats, you feel my pain
You in my hood? You from a gang
You got 2 seconds to answer where you from, or you gon' see your brains
Now that you slumped I see your change

[Verse 2 - Game:]
Nigga we got canals, shelves, niggas that tried, niggas that died
Niggas that fell well, off in their jail cell
Shit, we got niggas with full clips
That dip through you set and disappear like "Hell Rell"
No bail like the peace price
Get caught up in the middle of the street at the light, you fuckin' bean pie
Middle of your forehead nigga, that's where your beam lie
(You be ok) Cause I done seen God

[Hook 2 - Game:]
Niggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bible had [?]
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my nigga Legs gone
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Stop that

[Verse 3 - DUBB:]
Playin' chronic, blazin' chronic with the windows tinted
Cause those that don't cut the checks, the ones in yo' business
Rappers sendin' death threats but still ain't sent no killers
You take a stretch [?] squeeze myself, can't depend on niggas
Shit on niggas check the urinal and you'll see
That I be droppin' jewels and you should take 'em like a jewel thief
Wolves teeth is what I use to eat my fuckin' pray up with
Used to make the yayo flip now Game told me to lay your hits
Teamed up, toured the US just to let the name ring
Goin' home to fuck shit up, I did the King James thing
Steak and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster posture
Blowin' all these bands fans, screamin' like it's Frank Sinatra
Made it out the South Bay village homies hate I prosper
But I don't owe you niggas shit, I'm supposed to thank my mama
Only chase for commas, got 'em in now raise the Llama
Hotter than a blazin' comet, fuckin' south central moth

[Hook 2]

The fuck?
Oh shit
[?]
What?
This mother fucker's recording down him sucking a warm dick nigga
You bullshit
Nigga bring your mother fuckin phone, I gotta get this shit on the gram nigga, gotta get my followers up,
I'm gonna blow the internet up with this mother fucker
That bitch on WorldStar nigga
Damn
Push the door open nigga, watch out
Oh the nigga bustin' on [?]
Nasty bitch
Bitch get the fuck out of my house bitch
Nasty bitch
The dead nigga, the mother fucker wolf game head, bitch I dodn't even know Wolves could cum my nigga
Lowkey
Shawty got the best head ever

 

[fox69]

"Change Your Life"
(feat. BWS)

"Change Your Life"
(feat. BWS)



[Verse 1: AR]
A-R nigga, what
Fuck your baby momma, fuck all of her friends then I nut
I'm a nut, follow me on Twitter
Nigga don't be that bitter
If that's your girl, then I fuck
Nigga I smash it, pass it
From the Goods down to the Kardashians
Got stamps on my passport, stripes on my record
But that don't mean I can't get her naked, check it
Forty thou for my necklace, wrist so reckless
Tell your girl I got a hard dick for them wet lips
Tell her to sex this, tell her to text this
Tell her to pick me up, in her ex shit
Gone

[Verse 2: Game]
Not for long, graduated from Stanford, so I hear "Game Strong"
She look good dressed, you should see her in a thong
Get her so wet, she could bubble up a bong
Ass so right, make a nigga wanna tap that
Pussy so tight, fit my head like a snap back
Almost fell in love, but a nigga had to snap back
Pimp hand strong, tell her Goldie from the Mack back

[Verse 3: Nu Jerzey Devil]
Mr. Red Bottoms, nah, you ain't like me
Catch me with a fly white bitch, Ice-T
Who at your girl crib chillin'? Shit I might be
You ain't heard Jerz P I M P
See actin' cocky, so I threw on the mag
Put her ass down like a 6-4 rag
She wanna cuddle and keep, but get around
So I told her I only got one night in this town

[Hook: Game (& Kanary Diamonds)]
Stars are lit on nights
Time to put the bottles in the ice
Give me one night, I can change your life, right
Girl tell me what you want

(Everything comes with a price
I just want a little time, let me be your wife
I've been waiting for this moment all my life
Give it to me how I want it, you know how I want it)

[Verse 4:]
Started off with dust, now I got duckets
My bitch see a Benz, but I treat it like a buck
Drop that ass off, better keep the meter running
Got 3000 hits, Derek Jeter motherfuckers
Now rockin' with the greatest
All my number 4 Jordans, go buy the ace of spade shit
And these blood diamonds, cause a blood rhyming
Cold as 4th quarter nigga, I'm a call them Blood Bryant

[Verse 5:]
The newest everything, welcome to flight school
She hates Home Depot, I bet she like tools
You know I ride smooth, that Maserati sick
I need a parachute, baby I'm high as shit
Got all this fuckin' ice, I need a hockey stick
Nobody fuckin' with me, no, I ain't sellin' [?]
We getting hella bent, hell let the liquor talk
3 card monte tell that bitch we ice cards

[Verse 6: TD]
Now a nigga on, all these hoes wanna bother me
TD please, can you get us up in Colony?
All they wanna do is pop spades with the crew
Cause we pour the mob deep, without Havoc or Prodigy
Next day she like "You owe me an apology"
I'm like "What for? "
She like "Why you unfollow me? "
Since we bringing up old shit
Last time you gave me head, bitch why you ain't swallowing?

[Hook]

[Verse 7:]
The poor paper hustler, motherfucker give it to me, I can sell that
The homie sits around a whole lot of fly bitches, thinkin' I got held back
I left the crib and told momma I had a vision
And called your bitch up and told her I'm back pimpin'
My nigga Chuck hit me, I told him I had a verse
He told me it's only 8, I told him I make it work

[Verse 8:]
I be on my MacBook, internet pimpin'
Skyping with 2 naked bitches, trying to get a visit
I chat to her iPad, so [?]
I keep the snake on my head, these dudes are swallowin' my future

[Verse 9;]
One night, my neck bright and my wrists glisten
Fresh to death, get dressed at the mortician
Tore life, my wife, your entertainment
Baby I can make you famous

[Verse 10:]
Yeah, you know I'm laughin' at you niggas
Trippin' on them hoes, spendin' cash on them bitches
Tippin' on them hoes, I'm an ass on them sixes
Models on the phone, gettin' head, I'm chillin'
Big bottle poppin', the money in the building
Take this bitch over, shit that's how a nigga feeling
Fistful of Rozay, yeah a nigga get it
Now I'm trying to find a wife with all these motherfucking women

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Childrens Story"

"Childrens Story"


Uncle chucky
Will you read us a bedtime story please huh please

Alright
You kids get to bed ill get the story book

Heeeeereeeee weeee go

Slam the Impala door and want do ya see
Some niggas hangin on the fence lookin at me
I had phat red laces in my Addidas
Big chain around my neck like Mar-di Gras
So I stepped up to them, "Is there a problem here?"
One nigga lifts his shirt then yells out "yeah"
So I turned around quickly and jumped in my car
I was about to hit the switch then I thought like "nahh"
So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit
It was a chrome four-five with the kung-fu grip
Stuffed it inside my dickies as I jumped out the car
Kept my hand on the trigger as I walked to the store
One nigga walks in, then here comes two
"What did you do?"
> "I shot"
> "Are you crazy fool?"
One nigga hit the ground then the other two scrammed
Now the cops are outside
Well I'll be damned
It was 7:15 on my rolex watch
And I can't do the time that my Rolex got
And like the hands on the clock, I went this way, thatta way
Ran around the corner, and that's when I threw my gat away
And Impala passes, its my homeboy Clyde
He gave me the hand signal, so I jumped in his ride
It was a clean six fo, orignal inside
With no key in the ignition
> "Where'd you get this Clyde?"
Nevermind, I'm out, it's a stolen whip
And I'm already runnin from the cops and shit
So I hopped out the car like the dukes of hazard
Then Clyde yells out, "you stupid bastard!"
So I'm runnin though traffic and I almost get hit
I lost one of my shoes, its my airforce, shit
I'm haulin down the street with one shoe on
Walked straight into some niggas with all blue on
I only ran 30 blocks, how I end up in Long Beach
Cause in California the gangs in arms reach
He seen my red strings so he punched and caught me
So I knocked his ass out and took his boy out his Barklys
I ain't seen these since '92
I'm feelin like a "Bad Boy" without the shiny suit
Hear the cops come, shit, so I dash behind a Honda
Look who's here, my baby momma's friend Ronda
In the car kissin on this dope deala Chris
Little did he know he was suckin my dick
I start bangin on the window, I don't mean to disturb
But chris can you drop me off downtown, on third
He said sure, waddup game hop in
He was bangin slick rick then I got an idea
Before we get to third drop me off right here
So I can walk inside the mall and cop some new gear
As I walked into the store they could see I was in a rush
So they bought me some jeans, a t shirt and fresh chucks
Walked out the store, looked left, oh no
Ran back in the store, here comes the 5-0
So I ran real quick, made a move to the back
And knocked a cute bitch into a polo rack
"sorry", jumped over her and fled to the back door
Then I kicked the shit open, you won't believe who I saw
Its chris in handcuffs, pointin at me
And the cops made him chase me before they let Chris free
One cop tried to grab me, and the other one missed
I got away with more time, and they both got pissed
Ran straight out the mall, spotted this blue coupe
'dogg pound' on the plates, that's gotta be snoop
So I ran up the car and said yo snoop
The cops got me on the run, "need a ride nephew?"
Hell yeah big Snoop, little homie hop in
He dropped me off in compton, that's when my story ends
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
This another story about the wrong path
I had a big day, so I reclined my seat
It was a 20 minute ride to the C.P.T
Walked straight up to the house, pulled out my key
Opened the door, Its my girl playin Biz Markie,

[Excerpt from 'Just A Friend' - Biz Markie]
"Oh you, you got what I neeeeeeeeeed"

 

[fox69]

"Church"
(feat. King Chip & Trey Songz)

"Church"
(feat. King Chip & Trey Songz)



[Hook: Game]
I'm tryin' to go to church
Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club
See my hoes, TWERK!
See bad girls be at the strip club
Good girls, they be in CHURCH!
Always wonder why my grandmother
Try to get me to go to CHURCH!
Please Lord forgive me, I'm bout to take niggas to CHURCH!

[Verse 1: Game]
Christian Louboutins, they're my best friends
I'm bout to put these bitches to the test then
What ya callin' spikes?
What color that box?
Is that a white bag in it?
Yea? No? Hold up. Stop
You ain't bout that life (bout that life)
You ain't bout that life
You don't bounce that ass like, "Oh Lord!"
Then climb back up the pole to meet Christ
Saturday night, she twerkin it for a real nigga
These niggas hatin', I hate them niggas
Make me wanna bring back Tommy Hilfiger
I'm in love with' a stripper, Quotin' the nigga T-Pain
Said I love dem' strippers, word to my nigga 2 Chainz
Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants
Ya strippin? Gon' twerk it then, cause' after this...

[Hook]

[Bridge: Trey Songz (and Game)]
I know this ain't the first night
Go on girl, just do your thang
Don't be actin' shy
Take a sip and just do it babe
Sittin here all night (just do it for me)
Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me)
Girl I pray that, me and you lay down
Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down
Sooner or later, sooner or later
The way you move that ass [?]
Go on, baby, lay down
(CHURCH!) Thicker than a Bible
(CHURCH!) I need it for survival
(CHURCH!) Lord save me!
(CHURCH!) Poppin' bands for my baby

[Verse 2: Game]
I'm a crucify that pussy
I'm a nail it here, I'm a nail it there
I'm a mail it here, I'm a mail it there
Doin' all this sippin' Belvedere
Gotta sheriff here and a baliff here
All we missin is a judge
One night with a random bitch, and she'll burn your ass like a rug
Real niggas gon' say that, real niggas don't play that
Real nigga'll take a basic bitch, then close the trunk of that Maybach
Open the trunk to that Maybach, roll the bitch in that water
Conscience start gettin the best of you, gotta pull a ho outta that water
Try to make some sense of it, tell a ho she got baptized
Put a couple hundreds in her Trues, tell a ho to get her act right
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
Red bottoms will make her fuck. You broke niggas don't stand a chance
CHURCH!

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: King Chip]
King Chip, eastside Cleveland ghetto mogul
You say, "Damn, you livin like that?"
I say, "Bitch, I told you."
Sunday mornin, extra clean, get these bitches off of him
I'm a roll through your hood, and collect my offering
Seen her with a group of friends, damn she got the best butt
Then she turned around, lookin like Morris Chestnut
Aww, hell no, God damn. What the fuck?
Even though shit a nigga still might fuck...
You can be my "Plan C", just in case my "A" and "B" can't cut
Guess what? A nigga so fresh to death, I'm decomposin'
I just copped a dope ass condo, just to keep some hoes in
What I'm gon' do with all these racks?
Damn, what she gonna do with all that ass?
That baby oil is Holy Water
Ever met a young nigga with too much cash?
Her baby daddy live by my words
Damn, she cold, she got them curves
Double parked outside of the club
Niggas like, "Damn, nigga got some nerves"
Smokin these L's in the pulpit
With OG Chuck in the cool bitch
Got ten thousand all in ones cause, damn, that ass is stupid (Haha!)

[Bridge]

 

[fox69]

"Church For Thugs"

"Church For Thugs"


[Verse 1]
To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided
Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget
My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted
Thermals under that Pelle shit
I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit
And I'm proud of it
Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it
I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public
More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors
I seen it all through the Range tints
Got niggas doing life in the state pen
So I dread like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my statements
Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement

[Hook]
Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that shit like they goin lay me down
And then I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal

Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that shit like they goin lay me down
And then I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't know parts of me pal

[Verse 2]
Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write
Get my Reebok deal done
Or I'm stayin' in Air Nike's
Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike
To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels
Let's roll
Through the city of god
Where LA niggas train to kill
Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will
For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie
Dre we to close aint no turning back homie
Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah
Let me paint this picture
While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah
I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever helped me get here

[Hook]
Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that shit like they gon lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal

Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that shit like they gon lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't know parts of me pal

[Verse 3]
One brick, two brick
The boy moving weight
Now three bricks, four bricks
I'm driving upstate
Five Bricks, six bricks
The nigga got cake
Not rap money, but money been rap since ‘88
Look at the world we live in
Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch
Leave him chopped up like freddy's face
Niggas catching feelings
Cause I'm about millions
And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest
You a close second nigga,
A banana to a guerilla
Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel ‘em
The best of both worlds
Rapping and drug dealing
Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills condo
With two long ass heats
I call ‘em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas want me outta L.A.
Yeah I know

[Hook]
Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal

Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up
Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't know parts of me pal

 

[fox69]

"Circles"
(feat. Q-Tip, Eric Bellinger & Sha Sha)

"Circles"
(feat. Q-Tip, Eric Bellinger & Sha Sha)



[Game & Sha Sha:]
I just want you to come home
No matter if it's late at night
(I hear you talking)
I know you saying you working
But baby boy this feeling ain't right
(I'm just out here tryna get my money you know that)
Fuck that we got enough houses, enough cars
You done bought me enough jewelry
Tired of your shit my nigga you hitting
(You know I be at the studio and shit)
Nigga you lying, who you trying to run that game on?
Who you think I am? I'm not one of these thots you met at Playhouse
(I didn't say that)
I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Dre house
Parked my shit at Ye house and hopped in the uber
Jayceon stop lying you fucking think I'm stupid
Nah look ain't nobody say that
You ain't complain when I bought that Maybach
Put you in Chanel, your friend Chanelle can't even say that
You wanted to see Rihanna I put you and your friends at the concert
Closet full of Giuseppes you came a long way from Converse
Took you out that [concord?], put you in that Tom Ford
All this arguing I ain't got no time for it
You call my phone like fifty times
Don't do no shit like that
I was just fucking them girls
I was gon' get right back

[Eric Bellinger:]
Spinning around, spinning around
Spinning around, spinning around
It's the same old, we be going through the same old
Spinning around, spinning around
Pulling them down, taking them down
It's the same old, niggas get tired of the same old

[Game & Sha Sha:]
Nigga you strapping up?
Yeah I'm strapping up, shit you acting up?
Yeah I'm acting up, nigga
You not gon' keep on playing me
You not gon' keep on playing me
Is it gon' be this bitch or your family?
I'll kill that bitch whole family (I fucking hate you!)
What your crazy ass shooting in the house for?
What yo dumbass ruining the house for?And what time you get home anyway?
Shit, about four
And that's what the fuck you sleeping on the couch for
I don't give a fuck, thug life I'm an outlaw
And the next bitch ain't nothing but a house call
Scrolling through my iPhone looking for my sidechick
This bitch always flipping pushing buttons like a sidekick
That's when I hop in my Jeep and pull it out the toxic
And while you gone, guess what?
I'll be bouncing on that sidedick, nigga

[Eric Bellinger & Sha Sha:]
I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you
I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you
I guess you thought they stopped making real niggas when they made you
Shit, they stop making them, they stop making them
Guess she thought they stopped making real bitches when they made you
Shit, there's a few in the room and a couple in the Wraith too

[Q-Tip:]
Now she's explaining to you
That she's the baddest bitch to ever grace to pair of shoes
And if you are unable to find better you lose
And all this loud chirping that you consider rude
But when food is on the table
We may be arguing like the Cain and we Abel
Then we have some makeup love and we get back stable
Have a little girl I cut the cord from her navel

[Eric Bellinger & Q-Tip:]
I guess it's just the way it goes down
Love is like a merry go round
I guess it's just the way it goes down
Love is like a merry go round
It all goes to game

 

[fox69]

"Come Up"
(feat. Drake & Lifestyle)

"Come Up"
(feat. Drake & Lifestyle)



[Hook: Drake]
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ‘head and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ‘head and throw ya one up

Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?

[Verse 1: Game]
My nigga funeral Fab told be back in ’03
Rap ain’t nothin’ but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
And I know I promised my niggas I’d never leave the block
But, shit changes
I done been through six Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick fingas
Throwin’ bullets on par with the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, like, ain’t nobody jackin’ me
Before you do, you be layin’ in a box
While Jay kiss that ass goodbye, (mwuah), Lox
First shot, leave the niggas in shock
That second shot, that’s when that body drop (Ya heard me?)
And niggas still askin’ ’bout Detox
I’ll tell you if you tell me who killed Pac
Aight then, I’m at this Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson
The way he’s stickin’, and movin’ the knife, Floyd might win

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lifestyle]
Testarossa, keep an extra toaster
It’s Hub city’s finest, they respect the most
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tiger do that
Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I’m in Toronto, Demar got a condo
Sittin’ courtside with Drake, Hector and Rondo
Bitches know my name, it’s Lifestyle, she fuck with that
Dick too big, like my lifestyle, you fuck with that?
Poppin’ champagne, we do the damn thing
Standin’ on the couches, Money Gang, that’s the campaign
B? in my pocket, Obama on my wrist
At the Ronald Reagan airport, yeah, I’m on my shit
Louis Vuitton luggage, peanut butter with the red wheels
Started when the RED Album dropped, yeah, I’m gettin’ head still
In the club, lookin’ past you niggas
These bitches gas them niggas, Drizzy, ask them niggas

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Compton"

"Compton"


{"Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie! Gangsta boogie.."}
Nigga nigga nigga I'm from

[Chorus]
(Compton, Compton, Compton)
It's the home of America's gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"}
The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"}
Where the cops is crooked, and them bitches is killin
And them niggaz hold it down like black guerillas, where
The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"}
The {"Gangsta boogie"} - nigga nigga nigga I'm from (Compton)

[The Game]
Yeah, The Game on fire, check the gold wires
Hip-Hop on lock like some muh'fuckin pliers
Me and Will.I.Am yeah we take niggaz higher
Niggaz talkin shit get your fuckin mouth wired
Walkin through Compton, Eazy still alive
Raider hat to the back throw your dubs in the sky
My flowetry wicked, sit back while I kick it
And do it like Dre did it, N.W.A. did it
I cook crack like the first nigga that ever bought a brick
from a ese, nigga I could write an essay
About all the gangsta niggaz that I seen lowridin
In they Che-vys with a bitch ridin shotgun reppin L.A.
Crips, Bloods, homes goin loco
My glock to me, is like Ice Cube and Yo-Yo
Sittin in a low-low, on chrome spinners
Nobody drop nuttin this winter, nigga I'm from

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Nigga I smoke chronic, ain't shit changed
since Young MC and Eazy-E was rappin, "We All in the Same Gang"
Some niggaz chain hang, other niggaz gangbang
I do both cause I'm the king of the motherfuckin West coast
Kick the door open, Will let's go
Flow like Esco', New York niggaz say I'm the best yo
Hard like Timbos, blowin on indo
Niggaz try to play me get stretched out like a limo
I was shoppin crack when Dre was bangin my demo
And all you old niggaz is washed up like N.O.
Don't take it the wrong way, I got love for my kinfolk
Can I get a moment of silence Will bang the instrumental
.. I spit for my niggaz in the line-up
that'll never see the sun again, so I close my blinds up
First album sold 'em out, Impalas rolled 'em out
Cause the whole motherfuckin world wanna know about

[Chorus - 2X]

[The Game]
Welcome to the city of G's
Where we eat fried chicken, rice, and black-eyed peas
Fans got us in-the-scope/Interscope, like Jimmy Iovine
Cause we (Ruthless), like Will before the (Black Eyed Peas)
Fuck all rappers, look at all the hate I see
I'm sick, you can't get rid of me, I'm HIV
Nigga get another job, hip-hop is not hirin
I'm the reason Dre feel comfortable retirin
I just might put out "Detox" myself
Smoke so much, I check in detox myself
One man army, took out Reeboks myself
Fortyfive in my khakis gotta watch my health
I'm so hard nigga, glock 17 quick draw nigga
Like the old me, 17, sippin malt liquor
All black khaki suit, all black Converse
Nigga I'ma keep on stompin comin (Straight Outta)

[Chorus - 2X]