Текст песни The Game f JT the Bigga Figga - Neighborhood Supa Starz
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[The Game]You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5Whatever way dog, the Game get liveKeepin it gangsta in a P.D. city velourLate night I`m in Dublin`s and I got myself a fourThe hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug mePop ex, spark the buba, the shit get uglyRock the mic anywhere, and I ain`t talkin `bout a concert dogTalkin `bout ten niggaz in Converse dogGet it crackin like we out in the yard, and the warden`s watchinOnly difference is the whores is watchinStill love to see a nigga, roll up on 20`sHop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley`s likeI`m a gangsta bay-bee, from the C-P-TRun with the +Pound+ like I`m from DPGIf it`s beef, you C-Murder like it ain`t No LimitAnd I represent the P like Russell Simmons[Chorus: repeat 2X]I`m a neighborhood superstar, get it, rightGot it? Good, okayIt`s the Black Sox and Get Low we get doughIn the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo`[JT the Bigga Figga]I know ya, love to watch me, `specially when I`m lookin rockyThe trey with the broccoli with my handles on the KawasakiHandle my jewels with the cuff in my shoesAD jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewelsIn my neighborhood I`m Young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cakeSo cover my face, and run up in the placeI`m a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang80 karats on my pinky and rangCrews buzz when you speakin my name, cause I`m deep in the gameWith top cool thangs and million dollar planesI`m a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy JonesYou ought of my zone and ain`t nobody homeIn my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is highNow we soarin through the spacious skiesDrop yo` body with them cakes and ride, the handle is upSwitchin gears with the pedal and ride[Chorus][The Game]I`m a shining starAnd I gotta hit the boulevard in that new JaguarWhy he move through traffic like that, purple hazeRalways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean soPlease believe that I keep two G`s in my jeansTwo gats in my sleeve, two rats in my Beam`X-5, mami let`s rideWeave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-StuyIt`s the kid from the far West I, oh, shitHe know how to do more than flip piesGet money like them stick up guysThem "Ocean 11" licks got the young kid rich for lifeAnd I talkin `bout a movie or George ClooneyI`m talkin `bout, runnin in your spots with uzis tucked in the CoogiDude me? Naw truly, might lose your livesThey say I`ve, got 2K2 covered like A.I.[Chorus][JT]Yeah mayne, I told y`all mayneFillmoe California nigga where we launch the best niggaJT the Bigga Figga, San Quinn, D-Moe the Yungsta, Seff the GafflaIntroducin the GameNigga the first nigga I went and got outside of the Fillmoe districtY`knahmtalkinbout? Yeah mayneAnd we gon` pass him on off to Aftermath Records mayneSo they can take him to the T-O-PY`knahmtalkinbout Dr. Dre and the whole Aftermath staff, y`knahmtalkinbout?But this album right here, this a Get Low, JT the Bigga Figga productionMy nigga Charlie-O on the beat, y`knahmtalkinbout?And we keepin it real thuggish mayne, Bay Area style niggaBlack Wall Street, now let`s get MONEY!