Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Me, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Song language: English
Still Me |
| Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallways in the projects |
| To park in a four door Bentley on my set. |
| Same hood, same motherfuckin steps |
| I sat on and took the plastic off of «Life After Death» |
| Bangin, boning Biggie Biggie i did a 360 |
| The Aftermath for that is the nigga 50 aint wit me. |
| No hard feelings, we both made millions |
| You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit, |
| Like I’m comatose, tell the Doc I’m sick |
| Before «Detox», let me take my last chronic hit. |
| Now I am gangsta rap inhale the weed smoke |
| And coughed up five platinum plaques |
| So Ima let the nigga Dr. Dre hit |
| Next time I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch (dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch) |
| I don’t make love, I make hits. |
| I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop shit. |
| Feels Good |
| Gangsta |
| Im that six figure nigga |
| Who got the word from KRS-ONE |
| And stole the Blueprint from Jigga |
| Niggas yellin Game did this, Game did that |
| Game aint do shit but bring the motherfuckin West Coast back |
| I hear the whisperin goin on in the hood. |
| I sent a motherfuckin Hallmark card to Suge |
| That nigga know that we all good |
| So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death threats |
| I’m already dead |
| I put the .38 revolver to my own fuckin head |
| Before I let the shit eat my conscience. |
| Aint a nigga in the world could tell me I can’t come thru Compton. |
| Before I retire my Converse, I’ll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist |
| bombers. |
| Somebody tell my mama I’m crazy. |
| Pop was a Rolling Stone so that makes me a crack baby. |
| I’m in rehab three times a week |
| Because I’m a motherfuckin feen for a Dr. Dre beat. |