| I have come to the fork in the road
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| Many have tried to proceed from here, but they body go cold
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| Seeing souls flyin high from out the window in the Rove
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| It’s a desert out here, California is a stove
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| 360 degrees as the story is told
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| Pull the truck over to the side of the road, pull the brake up
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| Blow the horn before I get out, you niggas wake up
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| Hip-Hop been soft since the Roc-A-Fella break up
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| And I don’t do subliminals, I just pick Jay up
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| And all you other niggas stay up (haha)
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| I got a lot to live for, fuck you think I had a kid for?
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| You gotta crawl before you walk
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| That’s when you runnin' with the big dogs
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| Better slow down homie
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| Cuz when it go down homie
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| I ain’t neva seen a one man army
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| But I done seen a lot of niggas bite when them hollows take flight
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| You wanna see a dead body, c’mon
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| Walk with me
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| Take one look inside my soul
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| And all that you will see is the ghetto
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| Ghetto (walk with me)
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| Walk, walk with me (walk with me)
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| Through the ghetto, through the ghetto, through the ghetto
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| Take me up to the ?740? |
| leave me understood
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| Oh yeah nigga I’m back in the hood
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| 40 ounce spillin' on the sidewalk, eatin' away at the white chalk
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| Close to the project fence, far away from niggas that might talk
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| Every city I roam is home, I make the right call
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| 10 minutes later, Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords
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| Cuz niggas got me screwed up, like dippin' through the ninth ward
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| I might as well get a Cutlass on 28s and clean the whitewalls
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| That’s too much drivin', let me get out and walk a little
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| Soak up game, listen to these Houston niggas talk a little
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| Must I remind you of that Ghetto Boy track
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| Your Mind is Playin Tricks on You, you’ll neva go plat
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| Unless you can recite a whole Snoop Dogg track
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| I mean Gin And Juice, Deep Cover, or somethin' like that
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| Just cuz I’m from Compton don’t mean I don’t know Kool G Rap
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| I’m on a Road to Riches mothafucka
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| Walk with me
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| Take one look inside my soul
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| And all that you will see is the ghetto
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| Ghetto (walk with me)
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| Walk, walk with me
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| Through the ghetto, through the ghetto, through the ghetto
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| For me the first verse was just me talkin' out loud
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| Chronic and Louis the XIIIth, let me talk to my crowd
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| I’m cognac West, let me see what’s behind that vest
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| Niggas is sleepin' on The Game, I put they mind at rest
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| I be talkin' to niggas dirty, every line’s a mess
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| Cuz im from killa Cali, home o' gang signs and techs
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| I seen a lot of niggas get shot makin' that Compton pit stop
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| Niggas like me put it in a song and call it Hip-Hop
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| Don’t repeat what I say, just peep what I say
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| Apply it to your life let me be the reason you pray
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| I got that Farrakhan flow, yeah I’m speakin' to millions
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| Slice right through the bean pod when I’m teachin' you children
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| Niggas get to flushin' they drugs when I creep through the buildin'
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| I will rain on you niggas till it leak through through your ceilin'
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| Imma hold it down, lord willin'
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| Remember the first time you heard Cube spit?
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| I’m bringin' back that feelin'
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| Walk with me
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| Take one look inside my soul
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| And all that you will see is the ghetto
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| Ghetto (walk with me)
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| Walk, walk with me
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| Through the ghetto, through the ghetto, through the ghetto
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| This is it
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| As you ordered, 300
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| All with born sons to carry on their name |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bandanna Side, artist - The Game. Album song The Black Wallstreet, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп