lirik lagu the game - cellphone ft. dubb
[verse 1: game]
i remember days on crenshaw, take a n-gga beamer
hit the hood, take his rims off
then hit that block, let him hear that pac
that sh-t don’t stop
soo woo, new coupe, through the west side
new benz, top down, new rims, new b-tch throwin’ up p’s, whoo whoop
[hook 1: game]
compton n-ggas ain’t never gon’ be the same
it’s in my blood, you see my veins
you see my tats, you feel my pain
you in my hood? you from a gang
you got 2 seconds to answer where you from, or you gon’ see your brains
now that you slumped i see your change
[verse 2: game]
n-gga we got c-n-ls, shelves, n-ggas that tried, n-ggas that died
n-ggas that fell well, off in their jail cell
sh-t, we got n-ggas with full clips
that dip through you set and disappear like “h-ll, well”
no bail like the peace price
get caught up in the middle of the street at the light, you f-ckin’ bean pie
middle of your forehead n-gga, that’s where your beam lie
(you be ok) cause i ain’t seen god
[hook 2: game]
n-ggas sellin’ crack, dre sellin’ headphones
2pac in heaven, bumpin’ biggie “dead wrong”
cherry red impala, bible had rebon
i just k!lled a n-gga on my cellphone
puff sellin’ vodka, weed got my head gone
g-man in heaven, name on that headstone
lj in prison, and my n-gga legs gone
i just k!lled a n-gga on my cellphone
stop that
[verse 3: dubb]
playin’ chronic, blazin’ chronic with the windows tinted
cause hoes that don’t cut the checks, the ones in yo’ business
rappers sendin’ death threats but still ain’t sent no k!llers
you take a stretch [?] squeeze myself, can’t depend on n-ggas
sh-t on n-ggas check the urinal and you’ll see
that i be droppin’ jewels and you should take ’em like a jewel thief
wolves t–th is what i use to eat my f-ckin’ pray up with
used to make the yayo flip now game told me to lay your hits
teamed up, toured the us just to let the name ring
goin’ home to f-ck sh-t up, i did the king james thing
steak and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster posture
blowin’ all these bands fans, screamin’ like it’s frank sinatra
made it out the south bay village homies hate i prosper
but i don’t owe you n-ggas sh-t, i’m supposed to thank my mama
only chase for commas, got ’em in now raise the llama
hotter than a blazin’ comet, f-ckin’ south central moth
[hook 2]
[outro skit]
the f-ck?
oh sh-t
chuck!… chuck!
what!?
this motherf-cker’s recording down she’s sucking the wrong d-ck n-gga
you bullsh-t
n-gga bring your mother f-ckin phone, i gotta get this sh-t on the grim n-gga, gotta get my followers up, i’m gonna blow the internet up with this mother f-cker
that b-tch on worldstar n-gga
d-mn
push the door open n-gga, watch out
oh the n-gga bustin’ on waaaaaa!
nasty b-tch
b-tch get the f-ck out of my house b-tch
nasty b-tch
the dead n-gga, the mother f-cker wolf game head, b-tch i dodn’t even know wolves could c-m my n-gga
lowkey
shawty got the best head ever
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