Lirik Lagu Compton 2 Filimoe - The Game
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[Chorus: The Game + JT]Compton to Fillmore here we go againIn the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bangCompton to Fillmore here we go againIn L.A. they havin problems, the Bay we pop collarsCompton to Fillmore here we go againIn the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollowsCompton to Fillmore here we go againIn the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles
[JT the Bigga Figga]They can't cop what the bricks'll costBut we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to flossLeather gloves with the tips to tossBut the money was made from conversation had to clip the bossSmash down at the V.I.P.Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3Drop Jag with the price to payCause the bags was heavy my chain swangin like a ice capadeGot the feds lookin twice this wayCause we shuffle the P's in different places that the {?} nameCompton to Fillmoe man the game is realWhen you turn 15 get your stainless steelWhole squad been trained to kill, we officialAnd switch to get rich now we after the mealsHard times got cakes for 3When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga
[Chorus]
[The Game]I got guns, guns, guns, gunsGuns all over the clubWe in V.I.P. strapped, security know that25 deep, guns up under the throwbackThat new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby WomackBlack Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes atWe got sour diesel, three cases of HypnotiqAnd more guns than the Nickerson ProjectsNiggaz don't want beef with meCause they know they gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is freeAnd ain't nuttin to shoot the club upYou don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs upJacob got the wrists on chillAnd N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill WillRelax your mind and let your drawers feel freeYou're now rollin to the sound of the Game and JT
[Chorus]
[JT the Bigga Figga]But you can't come with the rest of her friendsCause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my endsMake rounds from the back of the BenzWith the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bendThe things we go through I'm beatin ya brainsGot some homies next do' and I picked up the GameWhile they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya dameGotta charge you a G just for speakin my name
[The Game]I'm not eatin your chocha or payin for the coach maI'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma6 in the mornin, you stretchin on the sofaSingin "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and HovaI fuck 'em dogstyle with Billys and NovasWith or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of usYou know what it is, the gangster's backAnd I keep my banger at where my chain hang atI'm ghetto
[Chorus] - 2X
[JT the Bigga Figga]They can't cop what the bricks'll costBut we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to flossLeather gloves with the tips to tossBut the money was made from conversation had to clip the bossSmash down at the V.I.P.Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3Drop Jag with the price to payCause the bags was heavy my chain swangin like a ice capadeGot the feds lookin twice this wayCause we shuffle the P's in different places that the {?} nameCompton to Fillmoe man the game is realWhen you turn 15 get your stainless steelWhole squad been trained to kill, we officialAnd switch to get rich now we after the mealsHard times got cakes for 3When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga
[Chorus]
[The Game]I got guns, guns, guns, gunsGuns all over the clubWe in V.I.P. strapped, security know that25 deep, guns up under the throwbackThat new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby WomackBlack Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes atWe got sour diesel, three cases of HypnotiqAnd more guns than the Nickerson ProjectsNiggaz don't want beef with meCause they know they gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is freeAnd ain't nuttin to shoot the club upYou don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs upJacob got the wrists on chillAnd N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill WillRelax your mind and let your drawers feel freeYou're now rollin to the sound of the Game and JT
[Chorus]
[JT the Bigga Figga]But you can't come with the rest of her friendsCause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my endsMake rounds from the back of the BenzWith the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bendThe things we go through I'm beatin ya brainsGot some homies next do' and I picked up the GameWhile they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya dameGotta charge you a G just for speakin my name
[The Game]I'm not eatin your chocha or payin for the coach maI'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma6 in the mornin, you stretchin on the sofaSingin "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and HovaI fuck 'em dogstyle with Billys and NovasWith or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of usYou know what it is, the gangster's backAnd I keep my banger at where my chain hang atI'm ghetto
[Chorus] - 2X
