Lirik Lagu For My Gangstaz - The Game
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[scratched:] "Livin in Compton, California C-A"Charlie O, drop that hot shit
[The Game]Motherfucker it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit'cha brainSince a young'n up and comin, all I did was cop 'caineThey try and change the Game, nigga I still cop 'caineI ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the cops cameBitches tryin to throw salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my gameNiggaz tryin to chalk my frameBut I walk on a thin line without scuffin my ChucksBad Boyyyyy, and I fuck with PuffSo bring the guns if you want nigga; I'm real good with the glockAnd 50 G's say you leave in a boxWhen I fuck Lil' Kim guess I'm feelin like 'PacNiggaz wanna wrestle The Game, guess they feel like The Rock"It doesn't matter," 745 up and down your blockHop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they shotIt's different in my hood, only time we take shotsis when the Dodgers did good, my niggaz live on the block
[Chorus]This is for the gangster, in meThis is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters pour the brewThis is for the gangster, in meThis is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters red and blue
[Verse Two]I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean, my life's no dreamI got a crew in Jamaica, QueensLake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sipMy thugs get crunk off Lil' FlipState to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the BayLike Clint Eastwood, make my dayFine bitches look like Lisa Raye, plot on gettin paidIn the end, all they get is playedMaybe a nut, no Ice CapadeReal dudes is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifeyAnd I don't give a fuck if you really don't like meIt's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphyOne of the best I might be, it really don't matterWhen I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin out of my wayI bust bad bitches night and dayI make classics like Dr. Dre, closed casket from rhymes I say
[Chorus]
[The Game]... Gon' move in on your rock, say fuck the crisisAnd ride with the West we got lower coat pricesYou know me the king of L.A., New YorkDrivin through Brooklyn in a fo', same color as waterYou want X? I can cover the orderNinety-fo' been hustlin now watch the shit elevate like Vince CarterNot the rap martyr, or the second rap CarterCompton's own, I'm home, not the best I just rap harderHeir to the throne, nobody rep Compton like meStreet spinnin like waves on that Continental TMy grandmoms woulda been proud of me, look at your grandson now'Til my demis, Black Mafia tiesSo it's hard to let the larcent die, my {?} treysA killer changin the game like them Marcy guysAnd I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to BiggieI'm from Compton, he from New York City, c'mon really?
[Chorus]
[The Game]Motherfucker it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit'cha brainSince a young'n up and comin, all I did was cop 'caineThey try and change the Game, nigga I still cop 'caineI ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the cops cameBitches tryin to throw salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my gameNiggaz tryin to chalk my frameBut I walk on a thin line without scuffin my ChucksBad Boyyyyy, and I fuck with PuffSo bring the guns if you want nigga; I'm real good with the glockAnd 50 G's say you leave in a boxWhen I fuck Lil' Kim guess I'm feelin like 'PacNiggaz wanna wrestle The Game, guess they feel like The Rock"It doesn't matter," 745 up and down your blockHop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they shotIt's different in my hood, only time we take shotsis when the Dodgers did good, my niggaz live on the block
[Chorus]This is for the gangster, in meThis is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters pour the brewThis is for the gangster, in meThis is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters red and blue
[Verse Two]I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean, my life's no dreamI got a crew in Jamaica, QueensLake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sipMy thugs get crunk off Lil' FlipState to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the BayLike Clint Eastwood, make my dayFine bitches look like Lisa Raye, plot on gettin paidIn the end, all they get is playedMaybe a nut, no Ice CapadeReal dudes is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifeyAnd I don't give a fuck if you really don't like meIt's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphyOne of the best I might be, it really don't matterWhen I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin out of my wayI bust bad bitches night and dayI make classics like Dr. Dre, closed casket from rhymes I say
[Chorus]
[The Game]... Gon' move in on your rock, say fuck the crisisAnd ride with the West we got lower coat pricesYou know me the king of L.A., New YorkDrivin through Brooklyn in a fo', same color as waterYou want X? I can cover the orderNinety-fo' been hustlin now watch the shit elevate like Vince CarterNot the rap martyr, or the second rap CarterCompton's own, I'm home, not the best I just rap harderHeir to the throne, nobody rep Compton like meStreet spinnin like waves on that Continental TMy grandmoms woulda been proud of me, look at your grandson now'Til my demis, Black Mafia tiesSo it's hard to let the larcent die, my {?} treysA killer changin the game like them Marcy guysAnd I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to BiggieI'm from Compton, he from New York City, c'mon really?
[Chorus]
