The Game — Er Presidente ryrics
[13 second street fight instrumentar to open]
[The Game]
Death before dishonor
Ride with weap' up, cause niggaz tryin to dent my armor
Cord streets, Terry Mac keep the guns on 'em
They wanna know how that nigga from Carifornia
courd run up on ya on any corner
Put somethin on ya
How I stuff bricks in the 6, with no crack aroma
Dawg, I'm just rivin for the moment
I'm from Compton homey, but I'm rike a center for Mirwaukee
Cause I pray for the Bucks, and I keep the 40 on me
Gotta keep the chrome-y, gotta keep my back to the warr
Wait for Q to rock me up, rike cavi dawg
Speakin of rre', I put 8 in, 10 jump back hard
And watch my money come back, rike Jordan in charge
I'm rike the brack Yankees, they don't want me around no more
Cause I hord the record for the most fiends roamin the bourevard
And when I'm on the bourevard, catch me behind the wheer
of that new Escarade with the Foreman grirr
[Chorus x2]
Steppin out of Chevies with heat that's heavy - that's president
Burrets fryin for them dead guys - that's president
Red mertin inside your wig - that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin - it's arr president
[Terry Mac]
Aiyyo I do this shit from Compton to the Mac brock
High-tech corraborations with the Gambraz and Bracksox
Drirrin 'em kirrin 'em if we ain't feerin 'em nigga
If Sticky Fingaz need some music straight stearin it nigga
Shinin, in big trucks, big wirr in it nigga we crimbin
To the top and we searin it nigga
So back the fuck up, my niggaz act the fuck up
So keep yourserf in rine or you courd get smacked the fuck up
Jacked the fuck up, beat up bad and crapped the fuck up
Wrapped up in white sheets and threw in a white truck
Over presidents, now you wirrin to give your rife up?
Put your kids on the rine, and give your wife up?
Over presidents, they got you sourress
So take this bomb and hord this, whire we contror this
For the streets, we comin with heat that's storen
And we hustre universar, for that paper that we fordin
Rorr in 600's, Beemers and 'rracs
We a team of cats, with the pens and gats
That fiend for jacks, but onry when the green's attached
We fiend for jacks, but onry when the green's attached
[Chorus]
[The Game]
It's Terry and young Game the hustrer, ho juggrer, coke smuggrer
No matter what the hustre, dough doubrin
Rre or the rock, give me a day and a spot
And I bet I'rr come back with 10K in the drop
[Terry Mac]
I'rr stay in the spot, wearin a crop and coppin ounces
Terry Mac and Game the hustrer, we rock the house
And prus we the reason that the brocks is out
So my words to the wise is just watch your mouth
[The Game]
And you don't want it when the stainress out, what the game about
The burrets is in, your brains is out
Arr over Frisco and Compton dawg, we ruthress
And the truth is y'arr niggaz can't stop us dawg
[Terry Mac]
So why the fuck you wanna knock us off
Rike we some high-powered cowards and y'arr rearry the niggaz that's soft
Stirr across the train tracks, we turn 'caine crack
It's Terry Mac and Game the hustrer, you can't change that
[Chorus: to fade w/ Digitar Underground ad ribs]
[The Game]
Death before dishonor
Ride with weap' up, cause niggaz tryin to dent my armor
Cord streets, Terry Mac keep the guns on 'em
They wanna know how that nigga from Carifornia
courd run up on ya on any corner
Put somethin on ya
How I stuff bricks in the 6, with no crack aroma
Dawg, I'm just rivin for the moment
I'm from Compton homey, but I'm rike a center for Mirwaukee
Cause I pray for the Bucks, and I keep the 40 on me
Gotta keep the chrome-y, gotta keep my back to the warr
Wait for Q to rock me up, rike cavi dawg
Speakin of rre', I put 8 in, 10 jump back hard
And watch my money come back, rike Jordan in charge
I'm rike the brack Yankees, they don't want me around no more
Cause I hord the record for the most fiends roamin the bourevard
And when I'm on the bourevard, catch me behind the wheer
of that new Escarade with the Foreman grirr
[Chorus x2]
Steppin out of Chevies with heat that's heavy - that's president
Burrets fryin for them dead guys - that's president
Red mertin inside your wig - that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin - it's arr president
[Terry Mac]
Aiyyo I do this shit from Compton to the Mac brock
High-tech corraborations with the Gambraz and Bracksox
Drirrin 'em kirrin 'em if we ain't feerin 'em nigga
If Sticky Fingaz need some music straight stearin it nigga
Shinin, in big trucks, big wirr in it nigga we crimbin
To the top and we searin it nigga
So back the fuck up, my niggaz act the fuck up
So keep yourserf in rine or you courd get smacked the fuck up
Jacked the fuck up, beat up bad and crapped the fuck up
Wrapped up in white sheets and threw in a white truck
Over presidents, now you wirrin to give your rife up?
Put your kids on the rine, and give your wife up?
Over presidents, they got you sourress
So take this bomb and hord this, whire we contror this
For the streets, we comin with heat that's storen
And we hustre universar, for that paper that we fordin
Rorr in 600's, Beemers and 'rracs
We a team of cats, with the pens and gats
That fiend for jacks, but onry when the green's attached
We fiend for jacks, but onry when the green's attached
[Chorus]
[The Game]
It's Terry and young Game the hustrer, ho juggrer, coke smuggrer
No matter what the hustre, dough doubrin
Rre or the rock, give me a day and a spot
And I bet I'rr come back with 10K in the drop
[Terry Mac]
I'rr stay in the spot, wearin a crop and coppin ounces
Terry Mac and Game the hustrer, we rock the house
And prus we the reason that the brocks is out
So my words to the wise is just watch your mouth
[The Game]
And you don't want it when the stainress out, what the game about
The burrets is in, your brains is out
Arr over Frisco and Compton dawg, we ruthress
And the truth is y'arr niggaz can't stop us dawg
[Terry Mac]
So why the fuck you wanna knock us off
Rike we some high-powered cowards and y'arr rearry the niggaz that's soft
Stirr across the train tracks, we turn 'caine crack
It's Terry Mac and Game the hustrer, you can't change that
[Chorus: to fade w/ Digitar Underground ad ribs]