Tekster: Game. Doctor's Advocate. Da Shit.
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
I'll let the whole world know that I can't be stopped
Even without Doc, I'm still from the streets of Compton
Yeah nigga, I said it and I'ma stay on top
Like a hoodrat with bomb ass cop
Run up on 'em like these rap niggaz, I ain't gotta clap niggaz
End your career with one line, like that, nigga
Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, let it jump
Killaforn I A is where I'm from
Three-wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out
Holdin' weight at my nigga Daz house
He always got a thick bad bitch from Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a long reach
She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it
Never back down, especially when Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and turn that ass 'round
It's time to bring back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast niggaz still holdin' shit down
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
I'm back on the cover of The Source and the XXL
Floatin' all through the streets of Compton
I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef and more straps
That's what the fuck I call gangsta rap
I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turned enemies
Streets kept me laced like blunts dipped in Hennessey
You niggaz act like The Game can't roll 'em out
One man show, still sell a motherfucker out
With no Dre, still sell the motherfucker out
'Cause everybody here from the streets of Compton
We got Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, ese's, Asians
Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces
I kept you niggaz waitin', had to take you back to the basics
Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Dayton's
Every time your bitch hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through hoes like Walter Payton on the daily
I got your main bitch swallowin' my babies
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
I'm the West Coast Rakim, got you niggaz blocked in
Glasshouse parked sideways on the stock rims
New school, old school mentality
Translation, fours pumps and twelve batteries
Hydraulics make the world go 'round
Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down
Before she end up like Superhead, givin' super head
Every nigga in the industry done fucked Superhead
And I just might fuck her too
If I ever catch her slidin' or ridin'
Through the streets of Compton
Rollin' down Green Leaf, smokin' on that green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was born on Queens Street
Murder MC's like I was born in Queensbridge
That's how I show you pa niggaz what a king is
And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock
I'm in the Hall of Fame, next to Snoop, behind Pac
I got the whole motherfuckin' world locked
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
Everybody wanna know what the fuck is goin' on
Am I signed to Aftermath, Interscope?
What's up with Geffen? I'ma just say it like this
One day I walked in the motherfuckin' house
And all my shit was gone
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
I'll let the whole world know that I can't be stopped
Even without Doc, I'm still from the streets of Compton
Yeah nigga, I said it and I'ma stay on top
Like a hoodrat with bomb ass cop
Run up on 'em like these rap niggaz, I ain't gotta clap niggaz
End your career with one line, like that, nigga
Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, let it jump
Killaforn I A is where I'm from
Three-wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out
Holdin' weight at my nigga Daz house
He always got a thick bad bitch from Long Beach
She a known freak and she got a long reach
She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it
Never back down, especially when Al Green in the background
Now bitch, hit the weed and turn that ass 'round
It's time to bring back 'Chronic' and the 'Doggystyle'
West Coast niggaz still holdin' shit down
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
I'm back on the cover of The Source and the XXL
Floatin' all through the streets of Compton
I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef and more straps
That's what the fuck I call gangsta rap
I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turned enemies
Streets kept me laced like blunts dipped in Hennessey
You niggaz act like The Game can't roll 'em out
One man show, still sell a motherfucker out
With no Dre, still sell the motherfucker out
'Cause everybody here from the streets of Compton
We got Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, ese's, Asians
Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces
I kept you niggaz waitin', had to take you back to the basics
Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Dayton's
Every time your bitch hear my voice, she masturbatin'
I run through hoes like Walter Payton on the daily
I got your main bitch swallowin' my babies
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
I'm the West Coast Rakim, got you niggaz blocked in
Glasshouse parked sideways on the stock rims
New school, old school mentality
Translation, fours pumps and twelve batteries
Hydraulics make the world go 'round
Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down
Before she end up like Superhead, givin' super head
Every nigga in the industry done fucked Superhead
And I just might fuck her too
If I ever catch her slidin' or ridin'
Through the streets of Compton
Rollin' down Green Leaf, smokin' on that green leaf
With a Mack 10 like was born on Queens Street
Murder MC's like I was born in Queensbridge
That's how I show you pa niggaz what a king is
And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock
I'm in the Hall of Fame, next to Snoop, behind Pac
I got the whole motherfuckin' world locked
I'm a G, you can't see me
That must be why you're talkin'
(Shut your mouth, bitch)
I'm da shit and you know it
Never stops, there's no stoppin'
(It don't stop, niggaz)
Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh
As I cruise streets of Compton
Roll out the '64, '6-trey
Glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet and tell them niggaz
Everybody wanna know what the fuck is goin' on
Am I signed to Aftermath, Interscope?
What's up with Geffen? I'ma just say it like this
One day I walked in the motherfuckin' house
And all my shit was gone
Game
Game
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