Lirik Lagu 82 Days - The Game
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
[Game]Yo, yo, yoWho shot me?Some punk motherfuckers I aint never seen before in my life
Gotta pay that priceWhen you in the hood hustlin, 24 hours a dayGuns bustin, the fiends need yaySo I’m in the kitchen with them pirex potsFlip em like spatchulas, supply em hotI’m in the yard everyday around 12 o'clockThey call me russel simons how I sell that rockI’m in the hood and the new cl is hotGotta be 310, with a sprewells is stockI’m not sure if its v12 or not, I’m not into carsI just like to park em outside of drug seminarsI took shots like 50 doggThe 1 in the heart got me ready to die like biggie wasAnd if I ever see them niggas againJust rent me with a u-haul, and move my shit to the pen
I’m from compton, they say I’m real sick with the penThrow jay-z in the pot, mix em with renOr o.j on the rocks, mix em with ginWhatchu got? The westcoast riding againBut this time aint gone be no beefingThe trucks got 6 stash spots, aint gone be no creeping
Creep up on my passengers sideYou must be asking to dieEmpty the 44 mag in his thighsAnd hop out, and put the rest in your neckThen ride off to that bone thug shit on life after deathI’m on that tupac thug shit, ride to my deathIn the hood with a m16 around my neckLooking like old dogg of dead presidentsAt the beginning of the movie, comptons backThis the beginning of the movement, my dogs is strapped
Holla at my nigga x', where yonkers at?Tell em I ruff ride threw manhattan on a harleyIf you cant catch me now, be at the rich carltonAfter that catch me chilling in harlemInside that cam'ron pink aston martinBlowing that sour diesle and listening to bob marleyThen theres still a w, diddy's throwing a partyI’m here with t-mac, aint no clapping me downOne shot at the bar, aint no clapping me downYou know fase got a gun homieI got a gun on me (shots)Thats where I’m from homieSo before all that crazy talkingBig legends 89 and this eazy talking
Gotta pay that priceWhen you in the hood hustlin, 24 hours a dayGuns bustin, the fiends need yaySo I’m in the kitchen with them pirex potsFlip em like spatchulas, supply em hotI’m in the yard everyday around 12 o'clockThey call me russel simons how I sell that rockI’m in the hood and the new cl is hotGotta be 310, with a sprewells is stockI’m not sure if its v12 or not, I’m not into carsI just like to park em outside of drug seminarsI took shots like 50 doggThe 1 in the heart got me ready to die like biggie wasAnd if I ever see them niggas againJust rent me with a u-haul, and move my shit to the pen
I’m from compton, they say I’m real sick with the penThrow jay-z in the pot, mix em with renOr o.j on the rocks, mix em with ginWhatchu got? The westcoast riding againBut this time aint gone be no beefingThe trucks got 6 stash spots, aint gone be no creeping
Creep up on my passengers sideYou must be asking to dieEmpty the 44 mag in his thighsAnd hop out, and put the rest in your neckThen ride off to that bone thug shit on life after deathI’m on that tupac thug shit, ride to my deathIn the hood with a m16 around my neckLooking like old dogg of dead presidentsAt the beginning of the movie, comptons backThis the beginning of the movement, my dogs is strapped
Holla at my nigga x', where yonkers at?Tell em I ruff ride threw manhattan on a harleyIf you cant catch me now, be at the rich carltonAfter that catch me chilling in harlemInside that cam'ron pink aston martinBlowing that sour diesle and listening to bob marleyThen theres still a w, diddy's throwing a partyI’m here with t-mac, aint no clapping me downOne shot at the bar, aint no clapping me downYou know fase got a gun homieI got a gun on me (shots)Thats where I’m from homieSo before all that crazy talkingBig legends 89 and this eazy talking
