[Chorus: The Game + JT] 

Compton to Fillmore here we go again 

In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang 

Compton to Fillmore here we go again 

In L.A. they havin problems, the Bay we pop collars 

Compton to Fillmore here we go again 

In the Bay we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows 

Compton to Fillmore here we go again 

In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles 



[JT the Bigga Figga] 

They can't cop what the bricks'll cost 

But we stay in the lane to maintain in the 6 to floss 

Leather gloves with the tips to toss 

But the money was made from conversation had to clip the boss 

Smash down at the V.I.P. 

Street smarts is crucial for young niggaz in the CX-3 

Drop Jag with the price to pay 

Cause the bags was heavy my chain swangin like a ice capade 

Got the feds lookin twice this way 

Cause we shuffle the P's in different places that the {?} name 

Compton to Fillmoe man the game is real 

When you turn 15 get your stainless steel 

Whole squad been trained to kill, we official 

And switch to get rich now we after the meals 

Hard times got cakes for 3 

When it's havin a bundle we break bread for the safe and flee nigga 



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[The Game] 

I got guns, guns, guns, guns 

Guns all over the club 

We in V.I.P. strapped, security know that 

25 deep, guns up under the throwback 

That new R. Kelly shit sound like Bobby Womack 

Black Wall Street in HURR, nigga where the hoes at 

We got sour diesel, three cases of Hypnotiq 

And more guns than the Nickerson Projects 

Niggaz don't want beef with me 

Cause they know they gotta pay for talkin shit but the sheets is free 

And ain't nuttin to shoot the club up 

You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up 

Jacob got the wrists on chill 

And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill Will 

Relax your mind and let your drawers feel free 

You're now rollin to the sound of the Game and JT 



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[JT the Bigga Figga] 

But you can't come with the rest of her friends 

Cause you know I'm a boss and won't play cause she short on my ends 

Make rounds from the back of the Benz 

With the {?} that kid with frog eyes with the corners to bend 

The things we go through I'm beatin ya brains 

Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game 

While they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya dame 

Gotta charge you a G just for speakin my name 



[The Game] 

I'm not eatin your chocha or payin for the coach ma 

I'm a pimp like 50, the nigga to leave you broke ma 

6 in the mornin, you stretchin on the sofa 

Singin "Ain't No Nigga" like Foxy Brown and Hova 

I fuck 'em dogstyle with Billys and Novas 

With or without chaffeurs, I make 'em fuck the both of us 

You know what it is, the gangster's back 

And I keep my banger at where my chain hang at 

I'm ghetto 



[Chorus] - 2X