Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Documentary 2, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 21.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Documentary 2 |
| «—The Documentary» |
| «—two!» |
| «—The Documentary» |
| «—two!» |
| «—damn it, I done did it again» |
| «—Game's still in Cali—» |
| «—Game's still in Cali, eatin' off The Documentary» |
| «—The Documentary» |
| «—two!» |
| «—damn it, I done did it again» |
| Yo, what it do, Blood? |
| Talk of the town |
| Premo, Doc Dre, still holdin' it down |
| Aftermath, do the math, nigga, you know the sound |
| Doc 2, thought you knew, still holdin' the crown |
| Yo, what it do, Blood? |
| Talk of the town |
| Premo, Doc Dre, still holdin' it down |
| Aftermath, do the math, nigga, you know the sound |
| Doc 2, thought you knew, still holdin' the crown |
| Last ten been on ten |
| Make it look easy, my pen been on Ren |
| My niggas been on kush, my bitches been on X |
| King of California give a fuck who got next |
| I’m right now |
| Bump your gums and the ratchet’ll shoot ya |
| Send your ass back to the future |
| No Delorean |
| Aventador and shit, bumpin' Future |
| Why your girl pullin' on my hookah |
| Money stretch like Kama Sutra |
| Started with the roosters |
| Then I start spittin' clean the money like a loofah |
| 6'5, tall like a hooper, ball like a hooper on the floor like a hooper |
| So I must be Clay with the .38, Thompson with the Thompson |
| Everything about me Compton—I mean—everything about me Bompton |
| I ain’t never had shit, I grew up like Magic Johnson |
| Yo, what it do, Blood? |
| Talk of the town |
| Premo, Doc Dre, still holdin' it down |
| Aftermath, do the math, nigga, you know the sound |
| Doc 2, thought you knew, still holdin' the crown |
| Yo, what it do, Blood? |
| Talk of the town |
| Premo, Doc Dre, still holdin' it down |
| Aftermath, do the math, nigga, you know the sound |
| Doc 2, thought you knew, still holdin' the crown |
| I taught myself how to spit from listening to It Was Written |
| My first bars wasn’t dope but I had that in the kitchen |
| Suge wouldn’t listen, Irv wouldn’t listen |
| So I ran around with Diddy, Aftermath in the Mission |
| I would never ask another man for permission I do me |
| Fuck the Illuminati, I’d rather ride around in hoopties |
| But now it’s the Ghost, my gold Ds is two threes |
| Still hop in the freestyle, kick it like two Bruce Lee’s |
| Cut open the noose leaves |
| Foreign on the hill like it’s Lauryn |
| Smoking la la like the Fugees |
| Thinking to myself, is it God or Lucy? |
| Prada or Gucci, popping Cris', Rihanna, Karrueche |
| Homie I ain’t gotta gas I’m so ahead of you fags |
| The shit I spit off Premo tracks burn confederate flags |
| Take the roof off roof, gimme Proof back and 2Pac |
| Westside, but you already knew that |
| So, what it do, Blood? |
| Talk of the town |
| Premo, Doc Dre, still holdin' it down |
| Aftermath, do the math, nigga, you know the sound |
| Doc 2, thought you knew, still holdin' the crown |
| Yo, what it do, Blood? |
| Talk of the town |
| Premo, Doc Dre, still holdin' it down |
| Aftermath, do the math, nigga, you know the sound |
| Doc 2, thought you knew, still holdin' the crown |
| I’ve been rapping for 12 years, 6 months, 16 days |
| Now I’m a veteran, spit a 16 sixteen ways |
| Sixteen in a clip, spit it 16 ways |
| I know six teens, pull up to a sweet sixteen and spray |
| I’m like sixteen Jay’s but the beat I can manage |
| So every sweet 16 is like Duke and Kansas |
| You bout to lose advantage, I will come through crews and bandits |
| Bruise and damage, fuck you rules and manners |
| I kick back, click clack, bump the Wu in Phantoms |
| Fuck rap, I only respect Ja Rule and Hammer |
| Maybe the old Em, I’m Slim and I’m shady |
| Maybe the old him or Rakim |
| You niggas keep bullshittin' like Joakim |
| You so him, I’m so not, you so bitch, I sold rock |
| My four-four cocked, I been a Top Dawg, I know Dot |
| Back in '06 I pulled up in that gold drop |
| Five million sold livin' in the dope spot |
| Back when my first album was the— |
| —talk of the town |
| Premo, Doc Dre, still holdin' it down |
| Aftermath, do the math, nigga, you know the sound |
| Doc 2, thought you knew, still holdin' the crown |
| Yo, what it do, Blood? |
| Talk of the town |
| Premo, Doc Dre, still holdin' it down |
| Aftermath, do the math, nigga, you know the sound |
| Doc 2, thought you knew, still holdin' the crown |
| «—The Documentary» |
| «—two!» |
| «—The Documentary» |
| «—two!» |
| «—damn it, I done did it again» |
| «—Game's still in Cali—» |
| «—Game's still in Cali, eatin' off The Documentary» |
| «—The Documentary» |
| «—two!» |
| «—damn it, I done did it again» |
| Check it out, man, I go by the world-famous DJ Clue, desert storm, |
| shoutout to my nigga, Game. |
| When I first came to the West Coast, |
| and me and Game hit the studio up, and he rapped for me, I knew he had all the |
| key ingredients to become a legendary rapper |
| Here’s DJ Envy from that Breakfast Club—I remember the first time hearing The |
| Game, I just knew he was gonna be one of them niggas, one of them legendary |
| niggas. |
| That boy Game, he’s a problem, I got my money on it |
| Funk Flex, baby! |
| I dropped the bomb on every one of them joints off The |
| Documentary! |