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lirik lagu the game - bk to cpt

[game]
straight outta compton, chuck taylor in brooklyn, 8 deep
and the desert storm blew in ghetto f-a-b
the only difference between us is the coast and the lift of the ninas
and the rainbow paint on the beamer
out here they call me all star game
and every n-gga with a gun waitin for the oak floor all star game
so while you in the staples parking lot
i’m watchin’ the corner with the safety on like ronnie lott

[fabolous]
straight outta brooklyn, it’s the same youngin, slingin’ the same onions
smokin’ that cali bud that my n-gga game brung in
i keep a dame tongin’ my d-ck, a chain hung to my d-ck
the caine run by the brick, it’s ghetto
the fame sprung on me quick
but i still got 20s of dope that’ll have your brain strung on a fix
these haters can’t stop the rock i pushes
cause a n-gga move around with more arms than an octopus’s
n-gga

[game]
i got a winchester that’ll turn your vest into confetti
i’m chuck taylor the same n-gga that put the ’64 in chevy
it’s the same n-gga to keep the .44 in the chevy
with no stash spot, when you in compton ask coppers
if that aston martin the same color as gr-sshoppers
i’m runnin’ the rock, not jay, dame dash or hoffa
so when you in compton you know who to ask for
that twenty-year-old young gun with bricks in the jaguar
n-gga

[fabolous]
jay push bentley isr’s through
and if you seen my guns you’d think bush sent me to war too
even with chicks beggin’ me for d-ck regularly
a n-gga known for gettin’ rid of weight like d-ck gregory
i’m new york city’s fly guy, you bums don’t impress me
i already got the lead, waitin’ for someone to test me
and you don’t wanna be in the news
cause when we lookin’ for you, not even bin laden would wanna be in your shoes, n-gga

[game]
every ghetto in america i know that n-ggas lettin’ clips fly
so i keep that in mind when i’m out in the ny
n-ggas see the aftermath chain they like “f 50”
cause we flyin’ through queens in that ferarri f-50
b-tches see me in the video, wanna have s-x with me
so i keep a box of magnums and a bag of x with me
keep a .38 magnum stashed in the vette with me
and it’s “f-ck your life!” if you ain’t signin’ checks with me

[fabolous]
n-gga i’m eatin’ and you be snackin’ like you on a diet
that’s why you window shoppin’ actin’ like you wanna buy it
actin’ like you want a riot, like you gon’ shoot
when i’m back you gon’ be quiet
like you on mute
that’s proof you a punk
and you’re lucky there ain’t enough room to fit a n-gga in my roof and the trunk
they got a box to quickly hide the gun
you shouldn’t move, if you seen boyz n the hood and knew ricky tried to run

[game]
n-ggas know when them hollows airin’
i’ll turn your antoine walker to a throwback robert parish
with two holes under the celtic
and you would think your boston warm up jacket hot till the desert eagle melt it
i’m a gangsta and the birds they love it
twenty with a baby face and sit on base like kirby puckett
you can’t afford the new bentley? f-ck it
cop yay from jay, the bricks come with louis vuitton luggage

[fabolous]
in my ‘hood the slower you move the quicker they get you
sometimes it’s somebody in the cl!ck that be with you
that’s why my vest is thicker to get through
and i keep two nine’s on my shirt like d-ckerson’s sh-t do
i waste my breath when i’m bickering with you
i’d rather waste my techs till they fl!cker and hit you
you sick as my sh-t blue
and you ain’t goin’ nowhere for a while, a commercial where snickers’ll fit you, f-cker

[game]
ain’t nothin’ but a gangsta party when i’m spittin’ to pac
the paint fall off your miss king when i’m spittin’ the glock
before i was sixteen i was liftin’ a drop
spittin’ on cops, pitchin’ the rock
like charlie ward before the new york knicks
now you can catch me in brooklyn with fab on a new york b-tch
while you old n-ggas in rehab
and if i can’t be a hip hop legend i’ll just die in a ski mask

[fabolous]
when a gangsta like me ride it be suede in it, be shade tinted
tires got the rims that spree made in it
one of the prettiest hoes be laid in it
blowin’ the kid faster than prepaid minutes
i’m guessin’ these haters don’t know i keep the wes in the ators
fully loaded with the vest penetrators
but if they want it, y’all can get it
you love the way the coaster coast chiefs did it

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