Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Be Scared, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 03.06.2010
Song language: English
Don't Be Scared |
| Uncle chucky |
| Will you read us a bedtime story please huh please |
| Alright |
| You kids get to bed ill get the story book |
| Heeeeereeeee weeee go |
| Slam the Impala door and want do ya see |
| Some niggas hangin on the fence lookin at me |
| I had phat red laces in my Addidas |
| Big chain around my neck like Mar-di Gras |
| So I stepped up to them, «Is there a problem here?» |
| One nigga lifts his shirt then yells out «yeah» |
| So I turned around quickly and jumped in my car |
| I was about to hit the switch then I thought like «nahh» |
| So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit |
| It was a chrome four-five with the kung-fu grip |
| Stuffed it inside my dickies as I jumped out the car |
| Kept my hand on the trigger as I walked to the store |
| One nigga walks in, then here comes two |
| «What did you do?» |
| >«I shot» |
| >«Are you crazy fool?» |
| One nigga hit the ground then the other two scrammed |
| Now the cops are outside |
| Well I’ll be damned |
| It was 7:15 on my rolex watch |
| And I can’t do the time that my Rolex got |
| And like the hands on the clock, I went this way, thatta way |
| Ran around the corner, and that’s when I threw my gat away |
| And Impala passes, its my homeboy Clyde |
| He gave me the hand signal, so I jumped in his ride |
| It was a clean six fo, orignal inside |
| With no key in the ignition |
| >«Where'd you get this Clyde?» |
| Nevermind, I’m out, it’s a stolen whip |
| And I’m already runnin from the cops and shit |
| So I hopped out the car like the dukes of hazard |
| Then Clyde yells out, «you stupid bastard!» |
| So I’m runnin though traffic and I almost get hit |
| I lost one of my shoes, its my airforce, shit |
| I’m haulin down the street with one shoe on |
| Walked straight into some niggas with all blue on |
| I only ran 30 blocks, how I end up in Long Beach |
| Cause in California the gangs in arms reach |
| He seen my red strings so he punched and caught me |
| So I knocked his ass out and took his boy out his Barklys |
| I ain’t seen these since '92 |
| I’m feelin like a «Bad Boy"without the shiny suit |
| Hear the cops come, shit, so I dash behind a Honda |
| Look who’s here, my baby momma’s friend Ronda |
| In the car kissin on this dope deala Chris |
| Little did he know he was suckin my dick |
| I start bangin on the window, I don’t mean to disturb |
| But chris can you drop me off downtown, on third |
| He said sure, waddup game hop in |
| He was bangin slick rick then I got an idea |
| Before we get to third drop me off right here |
| So I can walk inside the mall and cop some new gear |
| As I walked into the store they could see I was in a rush |
| So they bought me some jeans, a t shirt and fresh chucks |
| Walked out the store, looked left, oh no |
| Ran back in the store, here comes the 5−0 |
| So I ran real quick, made a move to the back |
| And knocked a cute bitch into a polo rack |
| «sorry», jumped over her and fled to the back door |
| Then I kicked the shit open, you won’t believe who I saw |
| Its chris in handcuffs, pointin at me |
| And the cops made him chase me before they let Chris free |
| One cop tried to grab me, and the other one missed |
| I got away with more time, and they both got pissed |
| Ran straight out the mall, spotted this blue coupe |
| 'dogg pound' on the plates, that’s gotta be snoop |
| So I ran up the car and said yo snoop |
| The cops got me on the run, «need a ride nephew?» |
| Hell yeah big Snoop, little homie hop in |
| He dropped me off in compton, that’s when my story ends |
| Now this ain’t funny so don’t you dare laugh |
| This another story about the wrong path |
| I had a big day, so I reclined my seat |
| It was a 20 minute ride to the C.P.T |
| Walked straight up to the house, pulled out my key |
| Opened the door, Its my girl playin Biz Markie, |
| «Oh you, you got what I neeeeeeeeeed» |