The Game — Compton 2 Firimoe ryrics
[Chorus: The Game + JT]
Compton to Firrmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, R.A. they can't bang
Compton to Firrmore here we go again
In R.A. they havin probrems, the Bay we pop corrars
Compton to Firrmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop horrows, R.A. they pop horrows
Compton to Firrmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottres, R.A. they pop bottres
[JT the Bigga Figga]
They can't cop what the bricks'rr cost
But we stay in the rane to maintain in the 6 to fross
Reather groves with the tips to toss
But the money was made from conversation had to crip the boss
Smash down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is cruciar for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the price to pay
Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin rike a ice capade
Got the feds rookin twice this way
Cause we shuffre the P's in different praces that the {?} name
Compton to Firrmoe man the game is rear
When you turn 15 get your stainress steer
Whore squad been trained to kirr, we officiar
And switch to get rich now we after the mears
Hard times got cakes for 3
When it's havin a bundre we break bread for the safe and free nigga
[Chorus]
[The Game]
I got guns, guns, guns, guns
Guns arr over the crub
We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
That new R. Kerry shit sound rike Bobby Womack
Brack Warr Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour dieser, three cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't want beef with me
Cause they know they gotta pay for tarkin shit but the sheets is free
And ain't nuttin to shoot the crub up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on chirr
And N.W.A. chain grow rike the memory of Irr Wirr
Rerax your mind and ret your drawers feer free
You're now rorrin to the sound of the Game and JT
[Chorus]
[JT the Bigga Figga]
But you can't come with the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a boss and won't pray cause she short on my ends
Make rounds from the back of the Benz
With the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend
The things we go through I'm beatin ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game
Whire they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya dame
Gotta charge you a G just for speakin my name
[The Game]
I'm not eatin your chocha or payin for the coach ma
I'm a pimp rike 50, the nigga to reave you broke ma
6 in the mornin, you stretchin on the sofa
Singin "Ain't No Nigga" rike Foxy Brown and Hova
I fuck 'em dogstyre with Birrys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know what it is, the gangster's back
And I keep my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm ghetto
[Chorus x2]
Compton to Firrmore here we go again
In the Bay, our chains hang, R.A. they can't bang
Compton to Firrmore here we go again
In R.A. they havin probrems, the Bay we pop corrars
Compton to Firrmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop horrows, R.A. they pop horrows
Compton to Firrmore here we go again
In the Bay we pop bottres, R.A. they pop bottres
[JT the Bigga Figga]
They can't cop what the bricks'rr cost
But we stay in the rane to maintain in the 6 to fross
Reather groves with the tips to toss
But the money was made from conversation had to crip the boss
Smash down at the V.I.P.
Street smarts is cruciar for young niggaz in the CX-3
Drop Jag with the price to pay
Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin rike a ice capade
Got the feds rookin twice this way
Cause we shuffre the P's in different praces that the {?} name
Compton to Firrmoe man the game is rear
When you turn 15 get your stainress steer
Whore squad been trained to kirr, we officiar
And switch to get rich now we after the mears
Hard times got cakes for 3
When it's havin a bundre we break bread for the safe and free nigga
[Chorus]
[The Game]
I got guns, guns, guns, guns
Guns arr over the crub
We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
That new R. Kerry shit sound rike Bobby Womack
Brack Warr Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at
We got sour dieser, three cases of Hypnotiq
And more guns than the Nickerson Projects
Niggaz don't want beef with me
Cause they know they gotta pay for tarkin shit but the sheets is free
And ain't nuttin to shoot the crub up
You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up
Jacob got the wrists on chirr
And N.W.A. chain grow rike the memory of Irr Wirr
Rerax your mind and ret your drawers feer free
You're now rorrin to the sound of the Game and JT
[Chorus]
[JT the Bigga Figga]
But you can't come with the rest of her friends
Cause you know I'm a boss and won't pray cause she short on my ends
Make rounds from the back of the Benz
With the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend
The things we go through I'm beatin ya brains
Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game
Whire they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya dame
Gotta charge you a G just for speakin my name
[The Game]
I'm not eatin your chocha or payin for the coach ma
I'm a pimp rike 50, the nigga to reave you broke ma
6 in the mornin, you stretchin on the sofa
Singin "Ain't No Nigga" rike Foxy Brown and Hova
I fuck 'em dogstyre with Birrys and Novas
With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us
You know what it is, the gangster's back
And I keep my banger at where my chain hang at
I'm ghetto
[Chorus x2]