Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All I Know, artist - The Game. Album song The R.E.D. Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGC, Interscope
Song language: English
All I Know |
All I know is this pain in this life |
And this struggle it troubles me so |
All I know is that I’m stuck on this road |
Of success so I got to get mine |
All I know is this pain in this life |
And this struggle it troubles me so |
All I know All I know |
Red phantom, they say I look like Josh Smith from Atlanta |
I do, hachoo, excuse you, that nigga look like me |
He from the G.A., and I’m M easy, that’s Game |
I don’t do what you niggas do, that’s lame |
I Soo Woo with my crew from the from the Burque |
I Soo Woo with my crew, from under Young Wayne |
A walkin' motherfuckin' flame |
Livin' up to my brothers name |
Rockin' that red shit, wasn’t fuckin' with them other gangs |
Most other gang’s, they wasn’t fuckin' with me |
Ain’t your average motherfucker, I’m a motherfuckin' G |
I got some shit on my chest that I want to get off |
I got some shit for that vest that will knock that bullshit off |
Money like made off, killing like aid off, royal holiday |
Hillel fucking Kay off, and I don’t take a fucking day off… |
Cincinnati C hat, Boston B hat, them is me hats to the Philadelphia P hats |
Believe that; |
bring it to the hood so you can see that |
Dumb ass niggas like game, Where the keys at? |
Automatic start, nigga where the trees at? |
Red boned bitch like Alisha, where the keys at? |
Freeze that, like a fucking picture |
If you ain’t a blood I ain’t fucking with ya na I’m just fucking with ya |
Stay on my hood shit, hop in the bucket with ya |
Throw the ski masks on and get to straight fucking with ya |
Ain’t that some shit, that bustards sick |
You wanna know how I’m livin' nigga ask your bitch |
Told you precisely how to ask and sit, and she a nasty bitch |
I came in her mouth ask her lips, you know why? |
Cause I had to go past them lips, Crip |
You probably paid for those ass and tits for… |
Fuck with the blood clock, smile for my mug shot |
Can’t go out like em but I love Big, I love Pac |
Love Fab, love kiss that’s where the love stops |
Cause I sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks |
Birthed me in the drug spot, nigga with a attitude |
Searching me is fuck cops, nigga pay your gratitude |
Before you say I’m acting Ruth |
Understand I’m tryna feed my people |
Haiti just like Compton the way I’m packing food |
But I will act a fool, put cheese on your head |
Motherfucker I will green bay packer you |
Have a whole football team of niggas after you |
Like the punt turn, when will you fucking learn |
Now take your ass back to school |
Wait till 3-o-clock click clack at you |
And fuck with your conscience like back packers do |
And I ain’t Talib, Black Though or Mos Def |
But I’ve seen the most deaths |
And nigga I’m just telling you |