Pop- pop off!

Say you know me on the outside
You never see the inside, okay... Okay
It's sick, it's such a long time
Walkin' down a thin line, okay... Okay!

(chorus)
I won't go down! I won't go down!
I see my life and where I've been
I staying here with all my friends
I won't go down! I won't go down!
I see the way it's gonna end
I'm never gonna give in...

Now you're asking about the inside
Talking about the lost time, okay... Okay
I keep thinking like I'm big time, 
Trying to mess with your mind, okay... Okay!

(chorus)

((The Game:))
We're going front, back, side to side 
Sixt tre (meaning 63) impala, thats how gangstas ride 
and throw your muthafuggin hands in the air like we at 
woodstock 
The streets is talkin, you know you heard the name 
The kid that rocks white crowds like Kurt Cobain 
Chuck Taylor and The Prom Kings, The Game that crossed 
over 
Now I'm sitting on the throne like the Game that lost 
hova 
Used to get money like Guns 'n Roses 
Still getting rock money but guns and holsters 
And when the nights over I'm wearing the crown 
I'm the king of L.A. and I ain't never going down 

(chorus ×2)

Yo! Chuck Taylor! Show 'm how we ride on the West 
Coast. Ha!

(The Game) We goin front, back, side to side
Front, back, side to side
We goin' front, back, side to side