[The Game] Yeh this is killa Cali, live as a motherfucker man Niggaz hoppin of off LAX's Can't wait to see the sunshine, the palm trees, the beautiful
gon respect my nigga Screw [Hook] What the fuck y'all niggaz talking bout, Screw did that You can chop it but respect the fact, Screw did that Who put this game
) Betta not fuck wit me ('cause our hood is on it) [repeat] [Verse 1:] I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style Call
gotta 22 not much bigga than my fanga a when chesta pistol grip pump us a head ranga a two shot daraga nine lil milana abig fourty glock just call me
style You want my stash, gold, checks, sports illustrated I'm motivated by the fact that I'm being hated Now my pockets swell, game straight outta ATL G-land, Boyz
know me) cause i am what he wants his girl and I love it [Hook:] I cant leave em alone I tried that good boy game but the dope boyz turing me on
comes the crooked ass cops I be chillin? by the (?) now, right by the mill shop They want Game locked up ?cause that?ll make the jail hot Call my nigga
(feat. Swizz Beatz) [Swizz Beatz:] Yeah... y'all really want this to happen? (Game time!) C'mon! ... ARRRRRRRRGH! [The Game:] Homey it's hard not to
D's on his six-fo' I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain Shopped crack and watched "Colors" and I soaked up game Drove the Impala on his
you had to go, go I know its better on the other side, you were chosen from the start, never gon let you go, [THE GAME] Who's Michael Jackson, Your
(feat. Chris Brown, P.Diddy, Polow Da Don, Mario Winans, Usher & Boyz II Men) [Talking: Diddy] I remember the first time I seen you moonwalk I believed
And the rainbow paint on the beamers Out here they call me "All Star Game" And every nigga with a gun is waiting on the '04 All Star Game So while you
