| Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of haters
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| Got niggers' trying to 'Kiss the Game Goodbye' like Jada
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| Get your shit pushed back like Jada’s CD
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| I’ll put your brains on that Kenwood TV
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| So you can see hell in 3D, it’s right there dog
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| And the Game behind the Desert is a nightmare dog
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| If it’s pussy, I might share it dog, beef I’m right here dog
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| I’m on the block, white Nike Airs on
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| Gucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna know
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| If 22's on the truck, give me coochie yet
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| But I come through in the new GS with two, three tecs
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| Got niggas Harlem Shakin like the new G. Dep
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| Tryin to read my whole script, but ain’t seen the movie yet
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| Better have that Glock stuffed tonight
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| I’m comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
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| A block bust tonight
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| Getting American Money Easy, all I know
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| The Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my dough
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| It’s a West coast knot, watch, let it bang out
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| Shots range out, for all the gangsta hangouts
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| Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
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| You can’t ball? |
| Then it’s probably the haters
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| Can’t breathe then it’s probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or not
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| I give a fuck dog, bullets is hot
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| And every nigga gon' cry when he hit, the more pain
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| The more blood drain, he ain’t survivin shit
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| And your niggas ain’t gon' ride for shit, they know
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| If they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
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| Red rag or blue rag, niggas die for this
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| The Game the reason all these niggas on that «Cali Love» shit
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| Compton niggas get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
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| Fuck you up like one time’ll do
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| And I dare y’all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
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| Comin hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
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| Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
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| You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it
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| Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came with a cop
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| Pointin fingers at them niggas, that kept shit hot
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| Next to 'Pac, I’m the hottest thang out, homey we can bang out
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| Outlaw air it out, box 'em in, square it out
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| Learn about your whereabouts and we right there
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| Me and Game have you left right there
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| We bubble with ease, and I double my cheese
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| I got niggas out in Compton that’ll find yo' ass
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| I got niggas out in Jersey, that’ll hide yo' ass
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| For a long time if you ever fuckin with mine
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| It’s a thin line dog between the real and the fraud
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| We killin your squad, my homeboy still in the yard
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| You the type of motherfucker standin next to the God
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| The Game is deep, you motherfuckers ain’t the streets
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| Young Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c’mon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song G.A.M.E. , by - The Game. Song from the album Untold Story, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп