The Game

The Game - L.A. Times songtekst

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[Verse 1]

When Them Niggas Start Shooting thats When the Shots

Get the Pourin, you Only Got one Shot To Hit The Floor And

Just Take This One Shot as a Warning

Cause Tomorrow Could Be A Wake Like Good Morning

Back on the block like I never left, it's Friday

Hi Ms. Parker, I've been cooking, I'm a forever chef

And The Recipe IS Legendary

I Put Niggas Careers to End Early Like February

Then I come back Marchin

Hit you with april Showers, them Shots

Kill Niggas Like abortion

Cause No Body Care About The Nigga That Ain't There

Then Miss You until They Kiss You and You Going in The Ground

with maggots eating your tissue

Similar to the way the Shit Do

These are los Angeles Times Niggas Get Your Issue



[Chorus]

Sweet things You Do?

And set My heart Of Love

Now I Want You To Know

And remind Me,yeah yeah Oh Ohh

Of L.A Time



[Verse 2]

Fuck Yall,

Poll up on Em 20 Inch wherever's and Get My Block

Get To Watching cause Avery time I Hit My Block

They Think I'm Flossing

Careven makes My Block Look Like a auction

cause My Block Is My Blocks misfortune

5 huned On The Skills You Gone Waited

It ain't Hard Enough Throw On Stove

And Soutee it

Mixed in, Started Up, break It Down, rock It Up

Looked This Shit

It's Architecture How I Chop It Up

Alot Of Fiends on my block but it's not enough

Champagne pourin when criiss style Bottles bust

For a millionaires and billionairs money to the sell in here

patron got you gone trough pull in the air

I been trough a lot of shit when I'm still here

Even fuck magic Jonson bitch and I'm still here

Shit I'm legend no wheel here

But if you kill my dog I put You in the wheel chair



[Chorus]

See Me What You Do?

And set My heart Of Love

Now I Want You To Know

And remind Me,yeah yeah Oh Ohh

Of L.A Time

Such Your Haters

Always Hatin On

You Gone Hatin On me

You know Them Haters

Always Hatin

Why You Hatin? On Me



[Verse 3]

Niggas know I sell my rocks every morning

7 o'clock me and my rocks was out the door and

Growin up in my projects was a project

But me and my project bitch got them pass flip

No patience so I had to ride sick

ride dirty on the T.I Tip

Three wheel motion always make the ride Tip

It's all eyes on me and my bitch

Even L.A cops was on my shit

Thank god that my rocks was on my bitch

Now it's time to flip the page on you niggas

I blue up like a grenade on you niggas

I went got paid on you niggas

I'm Bollin MJ on you niggas

I'm a star drop a shit every day on you niggas

Front page on you niggas
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