Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Game, artist - DJ Khaled. Album song We Global, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Game |
| Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of haters |
| Got niggers' trying to 'Kiss the Game Goodbye' like Jada |
| Get your shit pushed back like Jada’s CD |
| I’ll put your brains on that Kenwood TV |
| So you can see hell in 3D, it’s right there dog |
| And the Game behind the Desert is a nightmare dog |
| If it’s pussy, I might share it dog, beef I’m right here dog |
| I’m on the block, white Nike Airs on |
| Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know |
| If 22's on the truck, give me coochie yet |
| But I come through in the new GS with two, three tecs |
| Got niggas Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep |
| Tryin to read my whole script, but ain’t seen the movie yet |
| Better have that Glock stuffed tonight |
| I’m comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it |
| A block bust tonight |
| Getting American Money Easy, all I know |
| The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my dough |
| It’s a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out |
| Shots range out, for all the gangsta hangouts |
| Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas |
| You can’t ball? |
| Then it’s probably the haters |
| Can’t breathe then it’s probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not |
| I give a fuck dog, bullets is hot |
| And every nigga gon' cry when he hit, the more pain |
| The more blood drain, he ain’t survivin shit |
| And your niggas ain’t gon' ride for shit, they know |
| If they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit |
| Red rag or blue rag, niggas die for this |
| The Game the reason all these niggas on that «Cali Love» shit |
| Compton niggas get grimy too, pull you out of that 6 |
| Fuck you up like one time’ll do |
| And I dare y’all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard |
| Comin hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw |
| Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket |
| You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it |
| Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came with a cop |
| Pointin fingers at them niggas, that kept shit hot |
| Next to 'Pac, I’m the hottest thang out, homey we can bang out |
| Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, square it out |
| Learn about your whereabouts and we right there |
| Me and Game have you left right there |
| We bubble with ease, and I double my cheese |
| I got niggas out in Compton that’ll find yo' ass |
| I got niggas out in Jersey, that’ll hide yo' ass |
| For a long time if you ever fuckin with mine |
| It’s a thin line dog between the real and the fraud |
| We killin your squad, my homeboy still in the yard |
| You the type of motherfucker standin next to the God |
| The Game is deep, you motherfuckers ain’t the streets |
| Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c’mon |