Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roped Off, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 15.05.2016
Song language: English
Roped Off |
| Compton Boulevard, Wilmington |
| Rosecrans, Central |
| Don’t get this motherfucker roped off |
| Don’t get this motherfucker roped off |
| Compton Boulevard, Wilmington |
| Rosecrans, Central |
| Y’all gon' get this motherfucker roped off |
| Y’all gon' get this motherfucker roped off |
| Posted on Brazil and Wilmington |
| Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton |
| Cold steel got 'em trembling |
| Stomp a nigga out (In what?) in my Timberlands |
| Red dot on your head, nigga |
| Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, nigga |
| Your auntie stay around here but you don’t |
| Your cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won’t |
| Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G-Man |
| West Side Bompton, my city’s been on C-SPAN |
| My hood’s been on CNN, my hood’s been on watch |
| My city’s in the middle of Long Beach and Watts |
| I’m at the Tam’s Burgers, eating fries |
| Now how many niggas done died eating number 5? |
| Been shot a couple times, but I’m alive |
| Hub City hustler, I’ll show you how to survive, nigga |
| Compton Boulevard, Wilmington |
| Rosecrans, Central |
| Don’t get this motherfucker roped off |
| Don’t get this motherfucker roped off |
| Compton Boulevard, Wilmington |
| Rosecrans, Central |
| Y’all gon' get this motherfucker roped off |
| Y’all gon' get this motherfucker roped off |
| Man Chachi don’t gang bang, I fuck baddies |
| I’ll show you how to stuff 100 P’s in turkey baggies |
| Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis |
| Riding steel, tell Jesus fall flabby |
| L’s come bro I’m relapsing to the old days |
| In and out of spouses, middle manning the cocaine |
| Finger on the trigger cause niggas ain’t trynna fight |
| And bitches ain’t shit, so niggas ain’t tryna wife nothing |
| Who needs love? |
| Million dollar weed plugs |
| Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club |
| Hoes never ease up, D2B |
| Nigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me! |
| West Side baby, ain’t tripping off nathin' |
| Going out a winner like Peyton |
| Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome |
| Same 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome |
| Compton Boulevard, Wilmington |
| Rosecrans, Central |
| Don’t get this motherfucker roped off |
| Don’t get this motherfucker roped off |
| Compton Boulevard, Wilmington |
| Rosecrans, Central |
| Ya’ll gon' get this motherfucker roped off |
| Ya’ll gon' get this motherfucker roped off |
| Aye man, just tell God come and lift me |
| Come and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busy |
| Don’t ever get it twisted, just cause we don’t wear Dickies |
| You ain’t heard of Mausberg, you know you ain’t from the city |
| Man, I was born in this problem |
| We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options |
| Do you know the feeling to have niggas out watching |
| With your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell «Bompton!»? |
| Man, I done lost hope |
| Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we crossroads |
| Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait |
| We trying to figure why ya’ll got made in the first place |
| Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, know my niggas on the wait |
| Wait, wait, wait, know somebody finna pay |
| Finna hit Stanford, man I just left the A |
| We don’t recognize your car, you ain’t coming in the gate |
| On West Side Bompton |
| Compton Boulevard, Wilmington |
| Rosecrans, Central |
| Don’t get this motherfucker roped off |
| Don’t get this motherfucker roped off |
| Compton Boulevard, Wilmington |
| Rosecrans, Central |
| Ya’ll gon' get this motherfucker roped off |
| Ya’ll gon' get this motherfucker roped off |