Paroles Chuch For Thugs de Game (The)

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Yeah, Fort Knox, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey

What y'all fools know about perculatin on lo-los?

Mics and six-fo's nigga

Ha ha, no more hand claps, please nigga

Here we go - Just Blaze!



[The Game]

To all my niggaz on the porch gettin they hair braided

Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch

And I can't forget, my niggaz ridin the train, Yankee fitted

Snub nose under that Pele shit

I love New York, but gangbangin that's L.A. shit

And I'm proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love it

Haters you know who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it {*volume fades*}

{*volume rises*} I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget

I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in public

More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker

Every time one of my niggaz get shot, the more I suffer

Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors

I seen it all through the Range tints

Got niggaz doin life in the state pen, so I dread like Jamaicans

If I die for one of my statements

Then break up the streets of Compton, spread my blood in the pavement



[Chorus - repeat 2X]

(1) Believe me / Niggaz keep sayin they gon' heat me up

Talkin that shit like they gon' lay me down

(1) But (2) And / when I come through strapped to see what's up

Niggaz really don't want no parts of me pal



[The Game]

Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write

Get my Reebok deal done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes, aight?

I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a bike

to beat Game in his skills, here go some trainin wheels

Let's roll, through the City of God, where niggaz trained to kill

We'll chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will

F'real, nah f'real I eat a track homey

Dre we too close, ain't no turnin back homey

Deal with it, I'ma be here for ten years

Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big here

Let me paint this picture while you sit here

Thinkin in the back of your mind, this is the shit, yeah

I spit for niggaz doin 25 on they fifth year

Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth tier

Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear

And every nigga who ever helped me to get here



[Chorus]



[The Game]

It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin weight

Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin upstate

Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake

Not rap money, but money been wrapped since eighty-eight

Look at the world we live in, niggaz steady hate

'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face

Niggaz catchin feelings cause I'm about millions

And out of all the newcomes out, my flow the illest

You a close second nigga, banana to a gorilla

Put us in the same cage, and I'ma have to peel him

The best of both worlds, rappin and drug dealin

Run and tell Lateef I came to burn down the village

The head honcho, starin out the third story window

of my Beverly Hills condo

Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo

You niggaz want me out of L.A., yeah I know



[Chorus]

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