The Game - For My Gangstaz lyrics
[The Game - For My Gangstaz lyrics]
"Livin in Compton, California C-A"
Charlie O, drop that hot shit
Motherfucker it's the Game
Mister tint the windows wit'cha brain
Since a young'n up and comin
All I did was cop 'caine
They try and change the Game
Nigga I still cop 'caine
I ain't moved out the hood
Still stay where the cops came
Bitches tryin to throw salt in my name
Barbers tryin to part my game
Niggaz tryin to chalk my frame
But I walk on a thin
Line without scuffin my Chucks
Bad Boyyyyy, and I fuck with Puff
So bring the guns if you want nigga
I'm real good with the glock
And 50 G's say you leave in a box
When I fuck Lil' Kim guess
I'm feelin like 'Pac
Niggaz wanna wrestle The Game
Guess they feel like The Rock
"It doesn't matter" 745 up
And down your block
Hop out with a Nextel
Niggaz feel like they shot
It's different in my hood
Only time we take shots
Is when the Dodgers did good
My niggaz live on the block
This is for the gangster, in me
This is for the gangster
In you - all my gangsters pour the brew
This is for the gangster, in me
This is for the gangster
In you - all my gangsters red and blue
I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean
My life's no dream
I got a crew in Jamaica, Queens
Lake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sip
My thugs get crunk off Lil' Flip
State to state many shows I rip
I'm the boss of the Bay
Like Clint Eastwood, make my day
Fine bitches look like Lisa Raye
Plot on gettin paid
In the end, all they get is played
Maybe a nut, no Ice Capade
Real dudes is shiesty
I only give jewels to wifey
And I don't give a fuck if
You really don't like me
It's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy
One of the best I might be
It really don't matter
When I bust, sucker MC's scatter
Gettin out of my way
I bust bad bitches night and day
I make classics like Dr. Dre
Closed casket from rhymes I say
... Gon' move in on your rock
Say fuck the crisis
And ride with the West we
Got lower coat prices
You know me the king of L.A., New York
Drivin through Brooklyn in a fo'
Same color as water
You want X? I can cover the order
Ninety-fo' been hustlin now watch the
Shit elevate like Vince Carter
Not the rap martyr, or the second rap Carter
Compton's own, I'm home
Not the best I just rap harder
Heir to the throne
Nobody rep Compton like me
Street spinnin like waves on
That Continental T
My grandmoms woulda been proud of me
Look at your grandson now
'Til my demis, Black Mafia ties
So it's hard to let the larcent die
My treys
A killer changin the game
Like them Marcy guys
And I been compared to Shyne like
Shyne was compared to Biggie
I'm from Compton, he from New York City
C'mon really?
Charlie O, drop that hot shit
Motherfucker it's the Game
Mister tint the windows wit'cha brain
Since a young'n up and comin
All I did was cop 'caine
They try and change the Game
Nigga I still cop 'caine
I ain't moved out the hood
Still stay where the cops came
Bitches tryin to throw salt in my name
Barbers tryin to part my game
Niggaz tryin to chalk my frame
But I walk on a thin
Line without scuffin my Chucks
Bad Boyyyyy, and I fuck with Puff
So bring the guns if you want nigga
I'm real good with the glock
And 50 G's say you leave in a box
When I fuck Lil' Kim guess
I'm feelin like 'Pac
Niggaz wanna wrestle The Game
Guess they feel like The Rock
"It doesn't matter" 745 up
And down your block
Hop out with a Nextel
Niggaz feel like they shot
It's different in my hood
Only time we take shots
Is when the Dodgers did good
My niggaz live on the block
This is for the gangster, in me
This is for the gangster
In you - all my gangsters pour the brew
This is for the gangster, in me
This is for the gangster
In you - all my gangsters red and blue
I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean
My life's no dream
I got a crew in Jamaica, Queens
Lake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sip
My thugs get crunk off Lil' Flip
State to state many shows I rip
I'm the boss of the Bay
Like Clint Eastwood, make my day
Fine bitches look like Lisa Raye
Plot on gettin paid
In the end, all they get is played
Maybe a nut, no Ice Capade
Real dudes is shiesty
I only give jewels to wifey
And I don't give a fuck if
You really don't like me
It's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy
One of the best I might be
It really don't matter
When I bust, sucker MC's scatter
Gettin out of my way
I bust bad bitches night and day
I make classics like Dr. Dre
Closed casket from rhymes I say
... Gon' move in on your rock
Say fuck the crisis
And ride with the West we
Got lower coat prices
You know me the king of L.A., New York
Drivin through Brooklyn in a fo'
Same color as water
You want X? I can cover the order
Ninety-fo' been hustlin now watch the
Shit elevate like Vince Carter
Not the rap martyr, or the second rap Carter
Compton's own, I'm home
Not the best I just rap harder
Heir to the throne
Nobody rep Compton like me
Street spinnin like waves on
That Continental T
My grandmoms woulda been proud of me
Look at your grandson now
'Til my demis, Black Mafia ties
So it's hard to let the larcent die
My treys
A killer changin the game
Like them Marcy guys
And I been compared to Shyne like
Shyne was compared to Biggie
I'm from Compton, he from New York City
C'mon really?