Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magnus Carlsen, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 21.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Magnus Carlsen |
| Tie on a bandana, then we lay him out |
| Fighting over two colours in the crayon box |
| It’s no love |
| It’s no love |
| 40 ounces in my cup, I’m po’d up |
| We out here killing each other, but so what? |
| Keep it up and there’s gon' be no Crips and no Bloods |
| Nigga take a look around, the crack game has slowed up |
| The government versus the people, now tell me |
| Who rules the world with only one desire? |
| I don’t believe there’s anything higher |
| Rather get it now than to read about the outcome |
| I’d rather have the crown, than a ribbon or medallion |
| And oh my days, I guess it’s okay |
| If I lay up in the shade with my rent up in the mattress |
| But be at the course if I have to use patience |
| I’m shooting a premature dream in the napkin |
| Battling the evils in the flesh that I’m wrapped in |
| Waiting for my eagle, but the seagulls are distracting |
| What’s happening, niggas? |
| Mm |
| What’s happening? |
| Hm |
| What’s happening? |
| What’s happening? |
| Mm |
| What’s happening? |
| Mm, yeah |
| What’s happening? |
| My nigga just died from Aids |
| What’s happening? |
| ISIS throwing grenades |
| What’s happening? |
| White boys shooting up a church |
| What’s happening? |
| My nigga 2−2 just got some work |
| What’s happening? |
| You can get it if you got it, nigga |
| But I ain’t got it, nigga, I’m just a solid nigga |
| Who run Compton, fuck bitches and flick Impala switches |
| Even if I was born blind, you niggas couldn’t stop my vision |
| Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions |
| West side flourishing again, this what 2Pac envisioned |
| Obama freeing lifers, that was locked in prison |
| El Chapo said he ran the world, and they forgot to listen |
| Not me, nigga, one split second, I say «Fuck rap» |
| And if I ran into El Chapo, he had work as one his captains |
| And gave me 100 bricks and said «Migo, get it bracking» |
| I walk into a Mexican Mafia meeting like |
| What’s happening? |
| Pac’s gone, Brenda’s still got a baby |
| What’s happening? |
| Lost ones in the land of the crazy |
| What’s happening? |
| You can have a bad bitch in a Mercedes |
| But that don’t make your basic ass Beyonce or Jay-Z |
| What’s happening? |
| Obama 'bout to move out the White House |
| What’s happening? |
| Couple hood niggas 'bout to roll them dice out |
| What’s happening? |
| Is you gon' let me use your EBT card (yeah) |
| I wonder if I could slide it for commissary, yah |
| Ain’t it a shame? |
| Another lost one running again |
| (You know I bust my thang for you) |
| You do the same old thing that your brothers did before you |
| Planning your whole life under concrete in the soil |
| Just a continuation, I wonder where you get your game from |
| If I know anything it’s that my old head taught me all alone |
| And it’s a cold game, better get your coat, get your snow chains, man |
| It’s a chess game full of kings and pawns |
| Black and white squares, just depends what side you on |
| (What side is you on?) |
| I want a red '64 Impala with them things on it |
| Black out inside an abandoned crack house |
| Only thing from last night was dead bodies and glass pipes |
| That was the age 4, and by the age 10 |
| They opened up the caged doors and let the fucking beast out |
| Fuck my auntie couch, I’m 'bout to take the street route |
| And get my shit the gangsta way, cause I can’t be no Steve Stoute |
| I’m too Nas for these niggas, I got a surprise for these niggas |
| Potato cooking on the barrel, I bring the fries to these niggas |
| Funeral hall, casket fit to the size of you niggas |
| Chrome 45, no lie, come say goodbye to you niggas |
| Sway got all the answers, Kanye lied to you niggas |
| I don’t even wanna be in no top 5 with you niggas |
| I break ties with you niggas, then pay tithes for you niggas |
| Los Angeles king, I will no fly zone you niggas |
| Take a caravan and Impalas and drive to you niggas |
| Close one and aim, Fetty Wap’s eye to you niggas |
| Ain’t it a shame? |
| Another lost one running again |
| (You know I bust my thang for you) |
| You do the same old thing that your brothers did before you |
| Planning your whole life under concrete in the soil |
| Just a continuation, I wonder where you get your game from |
| If I know anything it’s that my old head taught me all alone |
| And it’s a cold game, better get your coat, get your snow chains, man |
| It’s a chess game full of kings and pawns |
| All I ever wanted was to ride my '64 down 'Shaw |
| Uh, I’ma spit them verses for my niggas |
| Dreams coming true, don’t it always paint a perfect picture |