(feat. Nate Dogg)


[The Game]

I'm from the old hood, somethin like yo' hood

Where niggaz don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good

So we rock it like Tracy McGrady

Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes

I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's

So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies

And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent

First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans

Nigga I can't be fucked, like a lesbian

I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans

I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest

Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me

All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey

I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt

On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month

I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump

like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk

I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man

Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man



[Chorus One: The Game]

Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk

Too many bitches in the world not to fuck

Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up

And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump



[Chorus Two: Nate Dogg]

You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?

Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare

Don't know how much atten-tion you pay

You better be ready to die, in this game



[The Game]

I thought I told y'all

I'm done with the beef clown, my son three now

And I've been watchin Dre so long I'm makin beats now

Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town

I mean Chi-Town, fuck it it can go down

Nigga I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo'-pound

Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown

And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig

I come back from the dead, tell 'em kill me again

Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me

I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie

I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie

Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie

Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two

I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do?

I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man

Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man



[Chorus One + Chorus Two]



[The Game]

Drive fast, both hands on the dash

Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash

It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out

Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out

Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in

Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind

Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs

Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind

Four doors, leather and wood

Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood

And I keep a chrome fo'-five under my hood

So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood

Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain

Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane

Long as my family straight, read this at my wake

I gave 'em "The Documentary" and they scraped the plate

Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face

I can not, will not ever be replaced

I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man

Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man



[Chorus One + Chorus Two]



[Nate Dogg]

He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared

You can't find your girl, she right here

I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare

'Sides there's way too many hoes in here