The Game, DOM KENNEDY, Jay 305, MoeRay - Pharaohs lyrics

[The Game, DOM KENNEDY, Jay 305, MoeRay - Pharaohs lyrics]

Wallace got the bounce
Great catch and finish

Wake up every morning and I'm grateful
To my city, I remain faithful
To my bandana, I will never disgrace you
To my dead homies, I will never erase you
Fuck with me though memory of my nigga Vito
Back and forth to Toledo
Everything stuffed in that Regal, come on
On that 10, twin Desert Eagles
We let them birds fly like eagles
Get your head cracked for that kilo
Bust a strap and reload
Shoot them shots like free throws
Tires burning 'til they bald like
They went through chemo
All the niggas we know
They stick to the G code
Throw that dolphin in that water
Like you Dan Marino
Don't do no faking, don't take no losses
Nigga if you get caught, you close your
Mouth, don't take they offer, nigga
We blow this green like we in Boston, nigga
Yeah, we flossin'
Can't fit no Escalade in your coffin, nigga
Coughin' on Gelato house in Calabasas
Look like niggas just hit the lotto
We out here on our bullshit like Chicago
Other people's money, that's the motto

Every day I wake up, man, I'm grateful
To this LA shit, I'm faithful
I used to rent Juice at the Blockbuster
Turned lemons to lemonade, man
They gotta love us
If not, I'ma still bang this anyway
Since '84, and I would never change
Hell nah, I ain't never bang
Back against the wall, I can't hesitate
Fuck with me though we got that good product
Influenced by Pac way before he got shot up
Real recognize real and we in the hills
Denzel on the Samsungs
Smoking out of papers, American Gangster
I'll replace you, wasn't patient
Now I'm tasting what I dished out, rosé
Cristal vocals getting mixed down
Chicks getting mixed down
Dom need a big house, Cinco need a big house

Wake up every morning, Lord, I'm grateful
Crenshaw and King where my name known
All around the world, that's my billboard
All my niggas kings
Ain't no Game of Thrones
Flip it, get rich off a zone, chickens
Whip it, whippin' up a home, listen
Quit bitchin', get it on your own
Yeah, I'm from where I'm from
Ain't no love where I'm from
But I love where I'm from
Auntie Bertha smoking dope
Smoking dope with her son
You can die with a gun
South Central got more bodies than
The World War I
I'm too busy making plays, if you ain't
'bout it, get out the way, uh

We don't ever settle down, no, no
Couldn't put the metal down, no, no
We on different levels now, now, now
Living like a pharaoh, living like a pharaoh
Never let 'em near your crown
Keep your eye on these sparrows now
We on different levels now
Living like a pharaoh, living like a pharaoh

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