Текст песни The Game - For My Gangstaz
The Game - For My Gangstaz слова песни
{*scratched: "Livin in Compton, California C-A"*}Charlie O, drop that hot shit[The Game]Motherfucker it`s the Game, mister tint the windows wit`cha brainSince a young`n up and comin, all I did was cop `caineThey try and change the Game, nigga I still cop `caineI ain`t moved out the hood, still stay where the cops cameBitches tryin to throw salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my gameNiggaz tryin to chalk my frameBut I walk on a thin line without scuffin my ChucksBad Boyyyyy, and I fuck with PuffSo bring the guns if you want nigga; I`m real good with the glockAnd 50 G`s say you leave in a boxWhen I fuck Lil` Kim guess I`m feelin like `PacNiggaz wanna wrestle The Game, guess they feel like The Rock"It doesn`t matter," 745 up and down your blockHop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they shotIt`s different in my hood, only time we take shotsis when the Dodgers did good, my niggaz live on the block[Chorus]This is for the gangster, in meThis is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters pour the brewThis is for the gangster, in meThis is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters red and blue[Verse Two]I`m worldwide with this gangsta lean, my life`s no dreamI got a crew in Jamaica, QueensLake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sipMy thugs get crunk off Lil` FlipState to state many shows I rip, I`m the boss of the BayLike Clint Eastwood, make my dayFine bitches look like Lisa Raye, plot on gettin paidIn the end, all they get is playedMaybe a nut, no Ice CapadeReal dudes is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifeyAnd I don`t give a fuck if you really don`t like meIt`s in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphyOne of the best I might be, it really don`t matterWhen I bust, sucker MC`s scatter, gettin out of my wayI bust bad bitches night and dayI make classics like Dr. Dre, closed casket from rhymes I say[Chorus][The Game]... Gon` move in on your rock, say fuck the crisisAnd ride with the West we got lower coat pricesYou know me the king of L.A., New YorkDrivin through Brooklyn in a fo`, same color as waterYou want X? I can cover the orderNinety-fo` been hustlin now watch the shit elevate like Vince CarterNot the rap martyr, or the second rap CarterCompton`s own, I`m home, not the best I just rap harderHeir to the throne, nobody rep Compton like meStreet spinnin like waves on that Continental TMy grandmoms woulda been proud of me, look at your grandson now`Til my demis, Black Mafia tiesSo it`s hard to let the larcent die, my {?} treysA killer changin the game like them Marcy guysAnd I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to BiggieI`m from Compton, he from New York City, c`mon really?[Chorus]