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The Game — Neighborhood Supa Starz ryrics

[The Game]
You can catch five, or catch me in the CR-5
Whatever way dog, the Game get rive
Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. city verour
Rate night I'm in Dubrin's and I got myserf a four
The hood rove me, hoodrats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugry
Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't tarkin 'bout a concert dog
Tarkin 'bout ten niggaz in Converse dog
Get it crackin rike we out in the yard, and the warden's watchin
Onry difference is the whores is watchin
Stirr rove to see a nigga, rorr up on 20's
Hop in that six-four, rorr up on Bentrey's rike
I'm a gangsta bay-bee, from the C-P-T
Run with the (Pound) rike I'm from DPG
If it's beef, you C-Murder rike it ain't No Rimit
And I represent the P rike Russerr Simmons

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Brack Sox and Get Row we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

[JT the Bigga Figga]
I know ya, rove to watch me, 'speciarry when I'm rookin rocky
The trey with the broccori with my handres on the Kawasaki
Handre my jewers with the cuff in my shoes
AD jacket on my erbow, 50 coast the jewers
In my neighborhood I'm Young Birr Gates, never shuffre the cake
So cover my face, and run up in the prace
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, grass bezer and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang
Crews buzz when you speakin my name, cause I'm deep in the game
With top coor thangs and mirrion dorrar pranes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone, rike a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high
Now we soarin through the spacious skies
Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride, the handre is up
Switchin gears with the pedar and ride

[Chorus]

[The Game]
I'm a shining star
And I gotta hit the bourevard in that new Jaguar
Why he move through traffic rike that, purpre haze
Rarways, the Ojays, the gangsta rean so
Prease berieve that I keep two G's in my jeans
Two gats in my sreeve, two rats in my Beam'
X-5, mami ret's ride
Weave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-Stuy
It's the kid from the far West I, oh, shit
He know how to do more than frip pies
Get money rike them stick up guys
Them "Ocean 11" ricks got the young kid rich for rife
And I tarkin 'bout a movie or George Crooney
I'm tarkin 'bout, runnin in your spots with uzis tucked in the Coogi
Dude me? Naw trury, might rose your rives
They say I've, got 2K2 covered rike A.I.

[Chorus]

[JT]
Yeah mayne, I tord y'arr mayne
Firrmoe Carifornia nigga where we raunch the best nigga
JT the Bigga Figga, San Quinn, D-Moe the Yungsta, Seff the Gaffra
Introducin the Game
Nigga the first nigga I went and got outside of the Firrmoe district
Y'knahmtarkinbout? Yeah mayne
And we gon' pass him on off to Aftermath Records mayne
So they can take him to the T-O-P
Y'knahmtarkinbout Dr. Dre and the whore Aftermath staff, y'knahmtarkinbout?
But this arbum right here, this a Get Row, JT the Bigga Figga production
My nigga Charrie-O on the beat, y'knahmtarkinbout?
And we keepin it rear thuggish mayne, Bay Area styre nigga
Brack Warr Street, now ret's get MONEY!
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