| One life, nigga, one love
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| Reach them heights and keep goin' up
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| Hundred miles and runnin', we ain’t slowin' up
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| 15 Bentleys back to back, yeah, they know it’s us
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| They know it’s us
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| Hit them lights and come glow with us
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| Yeah, throw them dice and keep rollin' up
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| Had to earn them stripes when we was growin' up
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| Niggas see you make it out, they hate to show you love
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| I’m honestly a better man
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| An odyssey, a river ends
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| I gotta speak it from within
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| A lot of tree, a lot of gems
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| Bottle all that hate and bring it over here
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| Don’t be scared, accept your fate, mind over fear
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| How many funerals I done been to all these years?
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| Got it tatted on my face so I don’t shed a tear
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| Just so we clear, niggas been hatin' on me my whole career
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| Catchin' fades while the little homies hold my beer
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| Had to move out of Compton, too much tension here
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| Glock on my lap, I’m in this Lamborghini switchin' gears
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| I been rappin' at this level for like 15 years
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| My nigga Pup had been in solitary my whole career
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| I know my purpose, kill any nigga that wanna interfere
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| Shoot that nigga, pick up the shell, keep it for a souvenir, yeah
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| It’s hard to smile when you losin' peers
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| Paint on that Grand National lookin' like some new veneers
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| All black tint, they lookin' at it like, «Who in there?»
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| This L.A., think twice before movin' here
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| You only got
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| One life, nigga, one love
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| Reach them heights and keep goin' up
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| Hundred miles and runnin', we ain’t slowin' up
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| 15 Bentleys back to back, yeah, they know it’s us
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| They know it’s us
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| Hit them lights and come glow with us
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| Yeah, throw them dice and keep rollin' up
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| Had to earn them stripes when we was growin' up
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| Niggas see you make it out, they hate to show you love
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| I’m honestly a better man
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| An odyssey, a river ends
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| I gotta speak it from within
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| A lot of tree, a lot of gems
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| Yeah, sellin' my own taste to put food on the dinner plate
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| I used to curb syrup but it was better on that interstate
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| You could tell what’s on my belt to know I’m heavyweight
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| My .45 compliment the Louie, I’m forever straight
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| I was grindin' on the steps just to make a profit
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| I was tryna get a check, I’m just bein' honest
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| We was taught to stay solid and remain loyal
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| My reputation good and my game royal
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| We was cookin' crack, makin' cocaine boil
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| Invade your block with my troopers like we came for oil
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| We gave up our childhood just to go on Slauson
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| When you see that yellow tape, nigga, you know it’s caution
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| Nigga, you ain’t been against all odds
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| Nigga, you ain’t been to Crenshaw High, no, no
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| Nigga, you ain’t never did drive-bys
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| Nigga, you ain’t never seen shots fired, nope, quiet
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| The Cincinnati fitted made me a marked man
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| By the Parma blocks and 12 sittin' inside that parked van
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| Pacin' to the store, pocket full of hard tin
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| Let me get a Old English, yeah, the tall can
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| It really ain’t no options when you born in Compton
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| Shoot at your opps and keep them cops out 'til they bring the SWAT in
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| They told Dre not to sign that nigga, «He a hot head»
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| The Documentary went Diamond, that’s what brought Dot in
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| I’m a gangbanger, fuck your top 10
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| Tell your engineer make space and get your ass boxed in
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| I never fold
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| Under pressure I ain’t gon' never break
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| I never told
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| I never snitch, I never hesitate to pull my .9
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| Empty the clip and if I get caught, I’ma do my time
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| I took the risk, counted my losses, I’ma die for mine
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| My kids first, my mama second
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| On my daddy grave, you don’t wanna test it, nigga
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| One life, nigga, one love
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| Reach them heights and keep goin' up
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| Hundred miles and runnin', we ain’t slowin' up
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| 15 Bentleys back to back, yeah, they know it’s us
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| They know it’s us
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| Hit them lights and come glow with us
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| Yeah, throw them dice and keep rollin' up
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| Had to earn them stripes when we was growin' up
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| Niggas see you make it out, they hate to show you love
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| My job is to, somehow, make them curious enough
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| Or persuade them, by hook or crooked, to get more aware of themselves and where
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| they came from
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| And what they are into and what is already there to bring it out
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| This is what compels me to compel them
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| And I will do it by whatever means necessary |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Life, artist - The Game. Album song Born 2 Rap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп