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The Game : Martians Vs Goblins Lyrics

Martians Vs Goblins lyrics - The Game

[Verse 1: Game]
Blood gang kill 'em all, Odd Future Wolf Gang
Kidnap a vampire, drain all his fuckin veins
Wolf Grey Jordans, use his intestines for the strings
Snatch up Rihanna and throw her in front of a fuckin train
Sniff a fucking unemployment line of cocaine
Tie Lil B up to a full tank of propane
Swag, now watch him cook.. and just stand there and look
Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books
Martians vs. Goblins, goons vs. the crooks
And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan's nemesis
My power's limitless like Blanka on Sega Genesis
Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me
Cause Spiderman and Hulk straight pussy

[Hook]
Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin)
We are not the same, I am a Martian

[Verse 2: Tyler]
A year ago, I was poor, somewhat
Now my future's brighter than Christopher's new haircut
Bruno Mars is still sucking dick and fucking male butts
In the same closet that Tyler Perry gets clothes from
I suck? Where the fuckin Ring Pops?
You got a better chance of getting a copy of Detox
Wolf Gang, we rock, crack rock and that shit was expected
Like Jayceon whenever he name-drop (Fuck you, Tyler)
Jesus, motherfucking Theresa
This nigga Game got Wolf Haley for this feature
My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas
Getting chased by the police on a full bred Cheetah
Bishop Eddie caught me tryna escape
Bag full of drag and a Nicki Minaj mixtape
Dragging all you fags to the back of the log cabin
Fall back like Lebron's hairline against the Mavericks, he lost

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]
(Chuck, fuck wit' me) I do
Cause Lil Tunechi always bless me (achoo)
He killed me on my own track, so what? Not you
Fuck you, I spit like I had kids with Erykah Badu
I fucked her on the day of that naked video shoot
I was sucking that pussy like it was wonton soup
Then I hit Lebron's mom in bron-bron's coupe
With Delonte West taping, we had bon-bons too
With Cleveland cheerleaders, they had pom-poms too
So I smacked them bitches wearing Bishop Don Juan's suit
(Where was Snoop?) I don't know, probably doing what the Crips do
But when I'm with my uncle, fuck it! Then I'm a Crip too
And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you
Now I'm the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu
Mad that DC comics overlooked me
Cause Captain America's straight pussy

[Hook]

We Will Survive Lyrics by The Game

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We Will Survive Lyrics by The Game

[Chorus]
We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my n-ggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive

[Verse 1]
It all started 400 years ago, my people in chains
400 years later same bullsh-t y’all aint changed
you got a jump shot or you rap or play ball
then you can eat in Beverly hills and shop in they mall
who really making calls like my people ain’t determined enough
and in the hood they trying to terminate us
and turn us against each other
got us fighting over colours, brothers
I thought the object was to love one another
we can’t see past the 20 inch rims, b-tches and hoes
40 bottles and frequent trips to the liquor store
so how do we raise our children
there’s a new born soul every hour in America
this is not only there’s but our America
the white man made it this way, we never asked for the slavery days
but we still paying for cotton t-shirts our ancestors picked that we hurt
but this is the rebirth

[Chorus]
We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my n-ggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive

[Verse 2]
They say the black man will struggle as long as he continues to hustle
and pitch crack from a bucket, these muthaf-ckers have no idea
they lock us in prison for years
and send us county checks to compensate us for our mothers tears
too many taxes, every 12 checks another w2
President Bush’s way to say f-ck you
our day is coming we taking over
how you give us guns when 70% of all Kuwaiti soldiers
you gotta be stupid
don’t ever forget we were African rulers before NBA players and furniture movers
you burnt this I prove it
we don’t want 40 acres no more, college funds and real estate,
keep the Grammy awards, your H2’s, new watches we don’t hate you watch us
me and Marshall’s like Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth
opposite races still chasing the same dream
but when it boils down to everyday life who do I trust? ME!

[Chorus]
We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my n-ggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive

[Verse 3]
I will not surrender this is not the ending
turn my back in the dirt this is uncle Sam’s curse
you got a hot verse you on MTV
you can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC
kids struggling to make grades in school
you run the rock like Barry Sanders in the tenth grade you getting paid at school
and all the old heads that paid their dues we don’t respect that
too worried about where the next Nike air checks at
(?) news rims put on your lexus,
he ain’t registered to vote Al Gore loses the next election
one strike, two strikes, three strikes your gone
25 to life but still life moves on
a wise man told when I was younger Im God’s chosen
he don’t understand so the AK soak him
Black wall street got them open
I try to tell them I’m where hope floats man
the ghetto spokesman

[Chorus]
We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times
my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise
we will not live and let die
my n-ggas on the front line and we all here
hold your head high
so many years, too many tears living this life
this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on
a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid
these are the hard times but we will survive

Red Magic lyrics - The Game

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Red Magic lyrics - The Game (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Chorus x3: The Game and Lil' Wayne]
Red Porsches
Red Forces
Red guns, if you dare
Come near
The fortress
We In The House!

What? Tell 'em!
Don't You Dare Come Near The Fortress!
Don't You Dare!
We In The House!

[Verse 1: The Game]
Ay Yo
Weezy Baby
Tell 'em we amazing
Better yet the army, the U.S. Navy
And tell Slim, I was raised on Cash Money
They can't kick me outta shit, I ain't Dame Dash, dummies
I'm the gang rapper on a regular route
Me and Weezy blood brothers we got red Ferraris
Red tops in the hood, red tops on Bacardis
Red tops on top models at the after party
Before S. Carter
Brooklyn's Teflon
I was getting G money like Nino at the Carter
I was just a baby just like the face on a third card
Even had a baby face like Tracy and his baby father
Yeah, so niggaz, you'll know where I mean
When I say I get the money like a money machine
Yeah, I'm in L.A., the sauna
But when I'm in New Orleans
You can call me Chris Paul (yeah)

[Chorus x3: The Game and Lil' Wayne]
Red Porsches
Red Forces
Red guns, if you dare
Come near
The fortress
We In The House!

Don't You Dare Come Near The Fortress!
Don't You Dare!
We In The House!

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Hahaha
Okay, Holla at your blood
It's big tall Weezy
And that big tall rugger
Bout to wig off
It ain't easy
To go pull this off
But Weezy gonna piss off
Like pussy right in front me, homie
And pussy I get money off me
I don't care for none of ya'll niggaz
Like I'm too good for every one of ya'll niggaz
What am I saying? I'm ahead of all of ya'll niggaz
And I'm
Gon shine
Like armor-all hammers (Ha!)
I wear that chalk like a uniform
You bitch niggaz never see me like a unicorn
Who would have thought the bloods go crazy?
I got the red bandanna gotta leave it on the basic
Hey!
Excuse me Jake
I feeling like a [? ] subway
Like Jamie Foxx or Fox [? ] forte
But if it wasn't right I [? ]beat a box? like a drop Porsche

[Chorus x3: The Game and Lil' Wayne]
Red Porsches
Red portraits
Red guns, if you dare
Come near
The fortress
We In The House!

Don't You Dare Come Near The Fortress!
Don't You Dare!
We In The House!

[Verse 3: The Game]
Like a home invasion
This time
I'm gon shine
Like the chrome on Daytons (okay)
You can wait on Detox or you can have [? ] on [? ]
Baby, sip that patron while we get wasted
Weezy Wee sip that [? ], I just taste it
I be soaking up syrup like a Waffle House cake mix
[? ] back to the basic
I'm a +Street King+, ask the dude from the +Matrix+
Yeah, cash money on that murder basic
Me and Slim like Hot Boys with a face lift
Translation
It's Freddy verses Jason
Who's your favorite rapper? Me and Weezy will erase them
And if they're getting money, we will paper chase them
On fiends, they glow in the dark on Kanye's stage shit
Then we hijacking Kanye's spaceship
Then put it on the red carpet at the VMA's, bitch
Talkin' 'bout

[Chorus x3: The Game and Lil' Wayne]
Red Porsches
Red portraits
Red guns, if you dare
Come near
The fortress
We In The House!

Don't You Dare Come Near The Fortress!
Don't You Dare!
We In The House!

It's OK (One Blood) lyrics - The Game

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Dre, I see dead people

Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]

Yo, Dre
Thought I was Dead
West coast

One blood [x4]

[Verse 1]
I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor
The (after)'math don't drop them
That's why 50 ain't rockin' with him
No more, IT'S OKAY, I get it poppin'
Whole club rockin'
Like a '64 impala
Drink cris, throw it up
Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup
Call the shit hypnotic
I bleed Compton
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggaz ain't shit
But new niggaz
Played to get shooed niggaz
I'm talkin' ta you, nigga
Bouncin' in da '64 throwin' up West side, man
Sellin' another 5 million albums, YES I AM
Fresh like damn
This nigga did it again
A thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo(rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
What would the motherfuckin' West coast be without one crip and {one Blood}

[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 2]
I'm from the West side of the '64 Impala
Where niggaz say "Where you from" we'll never say "Holla"
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the left side
Niggaz in New York, know how to throw up the West side
Word to Eazy
I'm so ill, believe me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you niggaz better be glad you breathin'
All i need is one reason
I'm the king, and Dre said the West coast need me
I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin' me
Everybody knows I'm the add to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin' uhh
I'm 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the '07 Hummer
Hop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you see is {one Blood}

[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 3]
I ain't got no beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep 'em on display
Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (aftermath)
Niggaz better make a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on +snappin' your fingers+, I ain't going away
I don't regret what I spit, cuz I know waht I say
And niggaz keep talkin' about me, they don't know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton buckle, holdin' tha glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and left off a shot
I have the number 1 billboard spot
Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm NaS, I'm 'Pac
This ain't shit but a warnin' til my album drop

[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x8]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

Let's Ride lyrics - The Game

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aka as "Strip Club" / "Let's ride (Strip Club)" - dirty version /uncensored.

[Verse 1]
Pull the rag off the six-fo',
Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,
The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,
The D's is chrome, the frame is black.
(So watch it lift up)
Till the motherfucker bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
Let the games begin,
These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,
Shit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin.
It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,
In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms,
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend.
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.
(Put your 'cris up!)
If you feel the same way,
Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA

[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(Get the whole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath

[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the drinks at,
Where the bitches at,
You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,
Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see?
The protégé of the D R E,
You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,
And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,
That's - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,
I'm in the club on some gangsta shit.
(So nigga twist up)
Light another dub,
Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.
Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,
I fuck a different bitch seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.

[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(Get the whole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath

[Verse 3]
Who thought I weren't coming back?
Look at me now,
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,
I'm The Game, nigga
Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga
Remember that, Dre
You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,
Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes,
Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.
Now watch it bounce,
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.
{When you hit the club)
Tell 'em you came with me,
(We gonna twist up)
In the V.I.P.
It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,
Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.
Same Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke.

[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(Get the whole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath

Hate It Or Love It lyrics - The Game feat. 50 Cent

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[50 Cent]
Ya, let's take em back
Uh huh

Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
NaNa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

[Chorus (50 then Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop

Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop

Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me

[Game]
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five em
Kill a nigga on my song but really do it
Thats the true meaning of a ~ghostwriter~
10 g'z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me homie i know all bout losses
I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's
That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when i met him imma ride
And if I gotta die rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died
Now i'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?

[Chorus - 50 Cent]

From the beginnin to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game

[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now i'm fuckin with ~5-0~ it's all startin to make ~sense~
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on Sha Money to land sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin
Pac is gone and Brendas still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's goin on like i hear Marvin
No school books they use that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and i get exhausted
I think what if Marie Banker got that abortion
I love ya Ma'

[Chorus X2]

Dreams lyrics - The Game

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[Verse 1]

I woke up out dat coma, 2000 and 1
Bout the same time Dre dropped 2000 and 1
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude Volume 1
Rap critics politicin
Wanna know the outcome!
Ready to die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one
I feel like Pac, after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind the G-Series and All Eyez On Me
I watched the death of a dynasty!
So I told Vibe Magazine
Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!"
I had visions of makin' a classic
Then my wall turned black,like I was starin outa Stevie Wonders glasses
It's kinda hard to imagine,like Kanye West
Comin back from a fatal accident, to beat makin' and rappin'
But, we da future
Whitney Houston told me that, it's gon take mo' than a bullet in a heart to hold me back

[Hook]
Blushin' in this 40 ounce
Lettin the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aaliyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So I reached out to Kanye and "brough you all my dreeam!"

[Sample playin "It's cuz I love you!"]

[Verse 2]
I had dreams of fuckin' an R'n'B bitch like Mya
When I saw dat ass on a front of that King
Read the article in a magazine
She loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So I'm the glass house havin' nasty dreams!
Good girls neva' give it up
But anything is possible ,if 50 fucked Vivica
Hurdled life's obstacles,found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream about bein' Unsigned Hype
Till I was crushed my Dave Mase, almost let my pen fall asleep on a page
Daydreamin' yesterday
Dozin' on offback stage
I tought I saw Eazy talkin' to Jam Master Jay
So I walked over heard Jam Master say
It's a hardknock life, then you pass away
They say sleep is the cousin' of death
So my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to ya last breath

[Hook]
Blushin' in this 40 ounce
Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aalyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So I reached out to Kanye and "brought you all my dream!"

[Sample playin "It's cuz I love you!"]

[Verse 3]
The Dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through
The Dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you!
Who walk through the Whitehouse without a business suit?
Compton had Jerry Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagens shoes
Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues
Started of with Whoo Kid then I started blazin' Clue
It was all a Dream like BIG said it be
Don't sleep on me homie I bring nightmares to reality
Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rulez of gravity
Studied all the classic start revisin my strategy
Cuz Marshall Mathers made it
Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds wonderin where the hell Marvin Gaye went?
How do I say this, I'm livin' for my son but I can't figure, why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Cathlic Nun
The War to be a rap legend has just begun

[Hook]
Blushin' in this 40 ounce
Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
Cuz Marthin Luther King had a "DREAM!"
Aalyah had a "DREAM!"
Left Eye had a "DREAM!"
So I reached out to Kanye and "you are my dreeam!"

[Sample playin "It's cuz I love you!"]

[At the end GAME talking:]

This song is dedicated to Yutandey Price the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slain
during a gang shoot-out in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003, Rest in peace!

Dope Boys lyrics - The Game feat. Travis Barker

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Verse 1
------

Yeah....Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot,
black Air Force 2's and the White Sox...
fitted on my forehead, try me, go head.
I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead.
Yeah, it's the new king of everything,
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring.
Maybe it's how I pour that Patron,
maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne.
Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone,
and I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone.
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone,
before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home".
Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback,
f**k a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat.
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that,
the world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack.

Chorus
------

The Dope Boys in the building.
What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
Yeah? The Dope Boys in the building.

Verse 2
------

You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck.
I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on.
Them ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on.
The same shit that Ludacris is on.
Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones.
Yeah, count that work like a paycheck,
niggas couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck.
A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get f**ked, I practice safe sex,
and I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue,
lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung.
Show her my inner-condom and have her sprung,
and put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!!

Chorus
------

What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys.
Chi-Town What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Dope Boys.
MIA what's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up?

Verse 3
------

So roll that coke white carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly,
white tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies.
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die.
Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky.
And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap,
niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back!
That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas,
from Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem.
And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'.
So stop the music when the Champagne pouring.
And hold the glasses high,
and when a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em...

Chorus
------

The Dope Boys in the building.
What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys.
I'm back! The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga what's up? The Dope Boys.
Motherf**ker what's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys.
It's a wrap! The Dope Boys in the building.

The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys.
The Dope Boys in the building.

The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys.

Yeah, what's up? What's up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The King is back!

Dope Boys lyrics - The Game feat. Travis Barker

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Spanglish Lyrics - The Game

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Buenos dias maricons.....vamonos!!

Picture me stuck in the mind of a loco matador bout to comit suicide behind that project door,the vida loca mi familia heres the coka! dont xxxx around with no snitch mayates i got they xxxxx xxx in check with the cueta in ur cabeza that spanish maid bout to come and clean that xxxx mess up gansgter! it aint bout where you from its about where u wear ur gun let them come see i never told dre i was disconnected ( viva mexico!!) get ur ribs disected, es muy pandiyero en my blanco camero fill this buck shot in ur soul with the spearow the devil con permiso diablo inside the lamborginia escobar pablo get it from durango send them to chicago them eses dont xxxx around with niggas see i know!

Chorus
Voy a vivir aqui,voy a nacer aqui, asta la muerte
Aqui, asta la muerte
Voy a vivir aqui voy a nacer aqui, asta la muerte
Aqui, asta la muerte
Mi amor...

2nd verse
Ven aqui mami pass the nigga a corona yo soy el reggea xxxxxxx california tu eres muy bonita te estrano mi senorita! mira este negro, vicente fernandez mi 45. i need u to understand this california aint no country for old man muy grande sangre riddin on chrome rims translation ....(?)
Mirando en la esquina st louises am a bout to lose it homes!espera escribo los angeles en mi cara time to bring bak my old impala keep the 40 in the dash for them eric estrada tu got pajaros holla cuz we pitch white balls like..........

Chorus
Voy a vivir aqui,voy a nacer aqui, asta la muerte
Aqui,asta la muerte
Voy a vivir aqui voy a nacer aqui, asta la muerte
Aqui,asta la muerte
Mi amor...

Spanihs girl
Estupido pendejo idiota te odio por que no me quisiste!?
You know i love you i aint doing nothing(the game)
Pendejo estupido olvidate de mi por que no me quisiste? no se(the game)
Te odio pendejo estupido
Te estrano(the game)
Perro imbecil!

3rd verse
This is my city im to california what new york is to diddy and compton is my casa, ay dios miyo mi pecho, frio, drug dealer for life take me to the kilos muy mota mixt in with the coka spanish thing riddin shotgun she loca (callate la boca) she my el pollo loca and the day i die she know to bury me...(?)

Chorus
Voy a vivir aqui,voy a nacer aqui asta la muerte
Aqui asta la muerte
Voy a vivir aqui voy a nacer aqui asta la muerte
Aqui asta la muerte
Mi amor......

State Of Emergency lyrics - The Game Ft Ice Cube

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California ain't a state it's a army!

(Verse 1)
One fuckin nigga in the projects killin'
The same motherfucker that would burn down the villains
Where the niggas blunt full of that
You know, who gone take you back to Compton In that 64 two door
Sub woofers in the trunk kickin' that lethal injection
A hood nigga lost with no direction
so he bought a black smith & wesson
strapped on his vest and that's his protection
At the intersection waitin' on the robber
cuz in the city of Angels it's all about survival
motherfuck the 5-0, They wanna see you DOA, welcome to L.A.
Where the ghetto birds flyin over my auntie's and my cuzin's house
tell me what they buzzin bout
the little homie got smoked on the corner
And now his momma cryin', dead in califronia

(Chorus) 2x (Ice Cube & The Game)
Motherfuckers ain't gone learn
Till the chronic blunt don't burn
And you can't see nuthin' but the ghetto bird light shinin
through the fuckin' palm trees
California ain't a state it's a army

(Verse 2)
Jumped in my impala took a trip to the swap meat
The scoop bought EGO trippin and some white T's
Cus some niggas in my old hood don't like me
time to put the niggas on check, like my Nike's
shoulda heard my my nigga Mack 10 on the chirp
All I need is me and my bitch
If you scared go to church
Cuz in Califorinia niggas crack heads for the turf
And life ain't nuthin but Teck-9's and dirt
Dippin through the the jungles, my escalade hit a dip
Here come the gorillas in the mist
and they dressed like Ice Cube was in 96
Stone cold jherri curl and not one drip
I sleep with the worms before I swim with the fish
And I ride with my niggas before I roll witta bitch
If it don't make dollars it don't make sense
And I almost got shot because I hit a fence

(Chorus) 2x (Ice Cube & The Game)

(Verse 3)
Call the U.S. government and tell em it's a mutherfuckin code red
Niggas tried to straight up jack me and now they both dead
third little nigga got away on his mo-ped
caught him 'round the corner put the beam on his forehead
Jumped in the impala then smashed through the light
without a one time in sight
So I bust a right on Century headed to the L.A.X.
where there ain't nuthin but fly bitches and checks
In and out of lanes and I almost wrecked
Off Brand a nigga in the 600 throwin up his set
he must don't know I got the 40 on deck
and the tec tryin be shit time to flex
it's the third this shit happened to me all day
guess it's time to add another dead body to the throw away
So I turned down my Spice 1 tape and hit the switch
emptied the whole clip in his fuckin face

(Chorus) 2x (Ice Cube & The Game)

California ain't a state it's a army!

LAX Files lyrics - The Game

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Put you're lighters up if you want to...
Pull you're muthafuckin dodger caps over you're muthafuckin eyes
Till you can't see shit
I want you to go blind nigga
So you can feel how I felt when I was in that muthafuckin coma

[chorus]
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So strenger drive slow (drive slow)
Where beggers and gangstas
Fast women and ___
Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean
We move in slow motion
Off that sticky you __ to blow
I swear ain't nothing better there
that's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood

[Verse 1]
Come to my hood (hood)
Look at my block (block)
that's that project building, yeah that's where I got shot (shot)
Cause I was more hood than Suge
Had more rocks than Jay
More scars in my face than the original Scarface
Or the homeboy Scarface
Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta
Deniro in casino he no gansta
Wanna be, wanna see, wanna get a shovel, dig tookie up nigga
Cause he know gangstas
Niggas think cause they watch menace a couple times
Seen Cuban boys in the hood and press rewind
That you can survive when a real crip run upon your corner an flex the nine
You must be out of your mind
A real blood will put you out of your mind
So stay the fuck up out of my hood
Or my niggas take you up out of your shine
It ain't a movie dogg
Hell yeah it's a real fuckin uzi dogg
I'm bout to hop inside my impala
try to keep up, don't loose me ya'll

[chorus]
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger drive slow (drive slow)
Where beggers and gangstas
Fast women and ___
Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean
We move in slow motion
Off that sticky you __ to blow
I swear ain't nothing better there
that's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood

[Verse 2]
I know the real O-Dog
And that nigga know the real Game
I call him the rinse tape
And he never been in no gang
But he been in my house (house)
And he set on my couch (couch)
While I put one in the air
so yeah tat nigga know what I'm bout (bout)
I'm bout my hood
I'm bout my block
I'm bout my chips
So if the rat mony stop and I punch a clock
Catch you slippin at a light get out yo shit
We jack niggas, out of towners
And rap niggas, and ball players
Cause we ball player
We chop it up with them trap niggas
We outkast, we big boys
Ludacris with them big toys
Where I'm from there's only two things standing on the corner
Me and that liquor store
Look what the bloods did to Weezy
Look what the crips did to Jeezy
This gangbanger shit ain't nothing to play with
Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy

[chorus]
Raised in the city of angels
Where safe and danger switch lanes
So strenger drive slow (drive slow)
Where beggers and gangstas
Fast women and ___
Just part of a face that we show
We got mountains and ocean
We move in slow motion
Off that sticky you __ to blow
I swear ain't nothing better there
that's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood

[Game Talking]
You niggas got this L.A shit real fucked up man
Niggas better start respecting what the fuck we about man
We take niggas the fuck out, this shit ain't no movie dawg
This shit is real crips, bloods, essays
It holds you down, this is L.A
Wrote the shit on my face ,put a mutafuckin star behind
What the fuck I am .. starface!

My Life lyrics - The Game Ft Lil Wayne

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My Life lyrics - The Game

[The Game]
Punk ass motherfucker, get your ass up
What you was goin' do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the fuck up! fucking dogs barking and shit

[Punk Ass Motherfucker]
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

[The Game]
Fuck You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken
(my life?) [Repeat: x3]
Like what the hell am I
(doing right?) [Repeat: x3]
(My Life) [Repeat: x3]

[Verse 1: The Game]
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide (Suicide, suicide)
I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

[Verse 2: The Game]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (Caution., caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
See all the pictures of me and Em I burned up
So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 mile
And since there ain't no proof, ill never walk through 8 mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
(My Life) [Repeat: x3]
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds (Gunshots)

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

[Verse 3: The Game]

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]

(My Life) [Repeat: x9]

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