The Game
The Game - Walkin In The Rain lyrics
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The Game: L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain thomas: (southside stand up) yo yo size 12 Converse throught the back door and a Dodgers hat to me is what the Yankees is to Fat Joe Rim low khaki stayed creased up It has been that way since B.street (what) Hood niggaz need Ben Wallace to block shots but young East the beast will make the .45 pop lock Do the snake on them I blow out his candles and spill the whole birthday cake on em Aint nothing fake homey this is classical music and I'm the Los Angelas Beethoven And the wait is over M.O.B is gonna bang cuz Game is the crack This aint ova The Game: L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain Technic: Sitting in a hoving tank No shoe strings or belt Hit up The Game Mayne I need all ya help nigga I got teh toe jamz cuz my nigga jt wrote this mayng Out on bail Soon as my Chucks hits the pavement Touch my bucks and leave the whole world in amazement Courdroys creazed up Name on the back left Throwing up the DC Since niggaz want act deaf Banging nothing but the .38 untill he back fresh Dieing for nothing living for everything On the blacktef And its a mess When the 44 hits ya brains Send a lil homie get ya chain M.O.B. Yeah fuck the clique ya claim From N.Y.C. to C.P.T. This L.B.C. The Game: L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain Eastwood: Blood in Blood out Tell the Crips to stay locing Them niggaz doing time in the pen remain focused The WestCoast was sleeping The Game woke him Its a hard knock live Yeah Word to Jay Hova The flow is straight jolla Fuck your payrolla This hennesy making it harder to stay sober When from gray skies to pushing the grey Rover Hes pushin up flowers at the 38 foldem Like it or not I might pop back at the cops as long as i make it home before the album drops Yeah and its the gunnerman Its the 500 grand And I dont want to talk what we did at Summerjam (damn) The Game: Chi town this how we get down. ATL, MIA I love New York but i rock my.. L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks, Im walking in the rain