The Game - Like Me lyrics

7: 46, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by 30 last night
I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ magazine while I take a shit
Walk back to my room, wake up this bitch
Kickin' her out, dick in her
Mouth, that Compton shit
Boy
I'm on that monster shit, boy
Chopper out the trunk, on some Compton shit
Boy
I remember flipping dimes and shit
Putting five to them planes
That La Bamba shit
Dr. Dre ain't got time for this
He wearing Beats
I got my ear to the ground, lil' nigga
I'm in these streets like
Streetlights and lead pipes
Up in the projects
We gon' make it out but this
Shit is a slow process
Lean right, keep heat tight
Don't ever digest
Hollow tips where your mind rest, you forgot

They don't make niggas like me
Nah, they don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
Wassup

I'm that nigga that sold
Packs by the bungalows
Animal out here
My niggas in the jungles know
I'm cold like one below in Green Bay
Had the water on the block
To the fiends I was a stingray
I had a Z before I seen Jay
I had the West, I used to sling yay
But sometimes when tables turn like a DJ
Had them rocks and them bands like Green Day
I used to listen to
Project Pat tote straps and sell crack
Used to smoke that Bobby Brown
Fuck rats and sit back
On my forte, was more yay
My enemies got gift-wrapped
The two nicks in two days
Got new fit's and new Js
Thankful for my two Ks
My vision clear as Blu ray
Kill your ass today
Knock the glue off your toupée
My guns like "hi"
Leave that shy shit to Lupe
Then chop the top off the coupe, doomsday

They don't make niggas like me
Nah, they don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
They don't make niggas like me
Cook crack nigga