The Game, Blue Chip - I'm Looking lyrics
[The Game, Blue Chip - I'm Looking lyrics]
I'm from Compton where them guns bust
Watch Poppa George pop
Cats tellin jokes at them car games
Seen big face hundreds
Handle the rock like Nate Archibald
What? This nigga only sixteen
And I wanted to be, just like him
Middle school fightin
Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder
Whattup nigga?
You want beef with me? Now I
Let the heat speak for me
No more talkin, just outline chalkin
Nigga Witta Attitude from birth
"100 Miles and Running"
Gunnin bustin shots like fuck the cops
Notorious for burnin blocks
Weavin in and out of traffic and chop
Game the young Robin Hood of the block
Steal from the rich, give to the poor
Coward niggaz rock
Second comin of this black Alfred Hitchcock
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
Ten shots to your spleen
Let them violins sing
Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga
Stuck in this game
Young'uns runnin with 'caine
Rain hit's so we floodin the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds
Leave you shook man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)
Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are
Fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim
Fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz
Ain't met gangsta yet)
Fast cars, money and muscle
The hustle I was brought up in the 80's
Gangbangin, dope traffic, shit get crazy
From where niggaz grow up
Hard like dicks raised
Them hustlin guns like Knicks players
We got mouths to feed
'Til they put flowers on me
Moms kiss my cold cheek
In that pine box, I'm buyin rocks
Eyein cops
Fuck a cell block
The young kid makin it happen
Who you think got them fiends
Runnin back like Bo Jackson?
I'm a gangsta, what else could I say?
I'm ahead of myself like it's Y4K
2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A
Taught me how to dodge them bullets
Keep my wig in play
Keep fo' snug in the waist or
Pay a thousand to have 'em
Niggaz in the street move faster than
Michael Jackson's album
But the shit don't really matter to me
We get better G
Bet the four slow 'em down like PCP
Real gangsters never talk shit
Handle they business
Fuck the dry snitchin and bitchin
Niggaz die when them bullets fly
Who fuckin with him, ha? Not a nigga alive
End up dead in that 5
He got no sympathy for them dead guys
Friend or foe
Watch that chest cave in
What that vest savin?
Make it sloppy for the autopsy
Leave my enemies in a frenzy
On the frontlines holdin a 9
Everyday a new chapter
My own niggaz plottin on me
Tryin to hit me but they won't get me
Feel the semi first
Fuckin with my dough, is the worst way to go
Y'all know
Niggaz cry when them bullets burn slow dummy
In and out of spots watchin my money
If one dollar come up missin bodies
Start to come up missin
No one too heavy for the Expedition
Piss on your corpse
Watch your soul shiver, throw
Him in the river
Bitch nigga
Watch Poppa George pop
Cats tellin jokes at them car games
Seen big face hundreds
Handle the rock like Nate Archibald
What? This nigga only sixteen
And I wanted to be, just like him
Middle school fightin
Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder
Whattup nigga?
You want beef with me? Now I
Let the heat speak for me
No more talkin, just outline chalkin
Nigga Witta Attitude from birth
"100 Miles and Running"
Gunnin bustin shots like fuck the cops
Notorious for burnin blocks
Weavin in and out of traffic and chop
Game the young Robin Hood of the block
Steal from the rich, give to the poor
Coward niggaz rock
Second comin of this black Alfred Hitchcock
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
Ten shots to your spleen
Let them violins sing
Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga
Stuck in this game
Young'uns runnin with 'caine
Rain hit's so we floodin the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds
Leave you shook man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)
Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are
Fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim
Fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz
Ain't met gangsta yet)
Fast cars, money and muscle
The hustle I was brought up in the 80's
Gangbangin, dope traffic, shit get crazy
From where niggaz grow up
Hard like dicks raised
Them hustlin guns like Knicks players
We got mouths to feed
'Til they put flowers on me
Moms kiss my cold cheek
In that pine box, I'm buyin rocks
Eyein cops
Fuck a cell block
The young kid makin it happen
Who you think got them fiends
Runnin back like Bo Jackson?
I'm a gangsta, what else could I say?
I'm ahead of myself like it's Y4K
2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A
Taught me how to dodge them bullets
Keep my wig in play
Keep fo' snug in the waist or
Pay a thousand to have 'em
Niggaz in the street move faster than
Michael Jackson's album
But the shit don't really matter to me
We get better G
Bet the four slow 'em down like PCP
Real gangsters never talk shit
Handle they business
Fuck the dry snitchin and bitchin
Niggaz die when them bullets fly
Who fuckin with him, ha? Not a nigga alive
End up dead in that 5
He got no sympathy for them dead guys
Friend or foe
Watch that chest cave in
What that vest savin?
Make it sloppy for the autopsy
Leave my enemies in a frenzy
On the frontlines holdin a 9
Everyday a new chapter
My own niggaz plottin on me
Tryin to hit me but they won't get me
Feel the semi first
Fuckin with my dough, is the worst way to go
Y'all know
Niggaz cry when them bullets burn slow dummy
In and out of spots watchin my money
If one dollar come up missin bodies
Start to come up missin
No one too heavy for the Expedition
Piss on your corpse
Watch your soul shiver, throw
Him in the river
Bitch nigga