Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bandanna Side, artist - The Game. Album song The Blackwall Street Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.11.2012
Record label: Street Grind Entertainment
Song language: English
Bandanna Side |
I have come to the fork in the road |
Many have tried to proceed from here, but they body go cold |
Seeing souls flyin high from out the window in the Rove |
It’s a desert out here, California is a stove |
360 degrees as the story is told |
Pull the truck over to the side of the road, pull the brake up |
Blow the horn before I get out, you niggas wake up |
Hip-Hop been soft since the Roc-A-Fella break up |
And I don’t do subliminals, I just pick Jay up |
And all you other niggas stay up (haha) |
I got a lot to live for, fuck you think I had a kid for? |
You gotta crawl before you walk |
That’s when you runnin' with the big dogs |
Better slow down homie |
Cuz when it go down homie |
I ain’t neva seen a one man army |
But I done seen a lot of niggas bite when them hollows take flight |
You wanna see a dead body, c’mon |
Walk with me |
Take one look inside my soul |
And all that you will see is the ghetto |
Ghetto (walk with me) |
Walk, walk with me (walk with me) |
Through the ghetto, through the ghetto, through the ghetto |
Take me up to the ?740? |
leave me understood |
Oh yeah nigga I’m back in the hood |
40 ounce spillin' on the sidewalk, eatin' away at the white chalk |
Close to the project fence, far away from niggas that might talk |
Every city I roam is home, I make the right call |
10 minutes later, Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords |
Cuz niggas got me screwed up, like dippin' through the ninth ward |
I might as well get a Cutlass on 28s and clean the whitewalls |
That’s too much drivin', let me get out and walk a little |
Soak up game, listen to these Houston niggas talk a little |
Must I remind you of that Ghetto Boy track |
Your Mind is Playin Tricks on You, you’ll neva go plat |
Unless you can recite a whole Snoop Dogg track |
I mean Gin And Juice, Deep Cover, or somethin' like that |
Just cuz I’m from Compton don’t mean I don’t know Kool G Rap |
I’m on a Road to Riches mothafucka |
Walk with me |
Take one look inside my soul |
And all that you will see is the ghetto |
Ghetto (walk with me) |
Walk, walk with me |
Through the ghetto, through the ghetto, through the ghetto |
For me the first verse was just me talkin' out loud |
Chronic and Louis the XIIIth, let me talk to my crowd |
I’m cognac West, let me see what’s behind that vest |
Niggas is sleepin' on The Game, I put they mind at rest |
I be talkin' to niggas dirty, every line’s a mess |
Cuz im from killa Cali, home o' gang signs and techs |
I seen a lot of niggas get shot makin' that Compton pit stop |
Niggas like me put it in a song and call it Hip-Hop |
Don’t repeat what I say, just peep what I say |
Apply it to your life let me be the reason you pray |
I got that Farrakhan flow, yeah I’m speakin' to millions |
Slice right through the bean pod when I’m teachin' you children |
Niggas get to flushin' they drugs when I creep through the buildin' |
I will rain on you niggas till it leak through through your ceilin' |
Imma hold it down, lord willin' |
Remember the first time you heard Cube spit? |
I’m bringin' back that feelin' |
Walk with me |
Take one look inside my soul |
And all that you will see is the ghetto |
Ghetto (walk with me) |
Walk, walk with me |
Through the ghetto, through the ghetto, through the ghetto |
This is it |
As you ordered, 300 |
All with born sons to carry on their name |