Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From Adam, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 21.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
From Adam |
| Here we go again |
| Ten years later |
| You know what man? |
| Uhm |
| («I wanna know!») |
| Fuck it |
| Ayo C |
| Give me that Jameson and that pickle juice |
| Thank you |
| I got some shit on my mind |
| («I wanna know!») |
| My little nigga Frogg dead, dog |
| They shot my little nigga in his head, dog |
| You heard what the fuck I just said, dog? |
| Walk inside my closet like fuck everything red, dog |
| If you seen your best friend stiff, you would cry too |
| Sometimes I don’t even wanna be a Piru |
| Then I think about it like, fuck everything blue |
| Who killed my motherfuckin' brother? |
| («I wanna know!») |
| Who killed G man too? |
| The shit I seen men do |
| If I told you, I’d have me floating in some cement shoes |
| See Compton ain’t shit really |
| And I’ve been at the bottom of the pits, feel me? |
| I done had some real niggas try to kill me |
| Fake niggas in my crew |
| Crip niggas more loyal than a few of my Piru |
| I done been shot, had a surgery or two |
| Above the rim like Pac, I’m like birdie at the troops |
| I can’t lie, every time I see Suge my heart beat |
| Cause I don’t know if I should dap him or let the hawk speak |
| Wilmington and Brazil, nigga them my cross streets |
| And who gon' take it from me? |
| They think they know me |
| But they do not know me |
| Cause I do not know me |
| Who killed my homie? |
| I wanna know names |
| Click-clack explain |
| I can kill you but ain’t nothing gon' change |
| But I might do it anyway |
| You gonna die any way |
| I’m gonna die any way |
| We can go any day |
| It can be any day |
| But for you |
| Today is the day |
| Today is the day |
| I was playing Madden then I heard a knock |
| Everybody know I got shot but this for niggas that forgot |
| Sometimes I thank God that I got set up |
| When you shot twice in the chest, it’s kinda hard to keep your head up |
| Suspect one: the homies never came to see me |
| Suspect two: Red hid my gun behind the TV |
| Suspect three: I was beefing with this Crip in my apartment |
| Shit started cause we fought and he couldn’t see me |
| There’s usually ten niggas in our dope spot |
| Cold ass night, I’m like a janitor at Wing Stop |
| I usually play Xbox with the gun cocked |
| I’m cool with taking mine, but I took other niggas' gunshots |
| Chest wide open, I’m tryna fight, but my lungs not |
| Hole in my chest bout the size of a kumquat |
| I know who shot me 'cause I shot them |
| But who set me up? |
| I ain’t tripping but— |
| («I wanna know!») |
| They think they know me |
| But they do not know me |
| Cause I do not know me |
| Who killed my homie? |
| I wanna know names |
| Click-clack explain |
| I can kill you but ain’t nothing gonna change |
| But I might do it anyway |
| You gonna die any way |
| I’m gonna die any way |
| We can go any day |
| It can be any day |
| But for you |
| Today is the day |
| Today is the day |
| Let me tell you how I met my nigga Wack |
| Shit, he ain’t always have a nigga back |
| When I met him, he was standing behind Suge |
| And everything is all good when you banging for your hood |
| Compton |
| That nigga Wack got my number and came through |
| Now let me tell you the type of shit the Game do |
| He walked in the booth where I was spitting |
| Gave him ten thousand, couldn’t even finish his fuckin' sentence |
| I ain’t owe him shit, but real recognize real |
| Now we like two red-nosed Pits |
| Cross him, you gotta cross me |
| And don’t forget about where my nigga AR be |
| He be in the cut, that niggas nuts, don’t give a fuck |
| Love his nigga Game to death, and he mean it from the guts |
| Blood, what’s up? |
| Which one of you dumb mothafuckas wanna try us? |
| («I wanna know!») |