The Game, JT the Bigga Figga - Neighborhood Supa Starz lyrics
[The Game, JT the Bigga Figga - Neighborhood Supa Starz lyrics]
You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5
Whatever way dog, the Game get live
Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. city velour
Late night I'm in Dublin's and
I got myself a four
The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere
And I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog
Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in Converse dog
Get it crackin like we out in the yard
And the warden's watchin
Only difference is the whores is watchin
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four
Roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangsta bay-bee, from the C-P T
Run with the (Pound) like I'm from DPG
If it's beef
You C-Murder like it ain't No Limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes
In Compton we six-fo'
I know ya, love to watch me
'specially when I'm lookin rocky
The trey with the broccoli with
My handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes
AD jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels
In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates
Never shuffle the cake
So cover my face, and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain
Glass bezel and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang
Crews buzz when you speakin my name
Cause I'm deep in the game
With top cool thangs and
Million dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone
Like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars
Stakes is high
Now we soarin through the spacious skies
Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride
The handle is up
Switchin gears with the pedal and ride
I'm a shining star
And I gotta hit the boulevard
In that new Jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that
Purple haze
Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so
Please believe that I keep two
G's in my jeans
Two gats in my sleeve, two rats in my Beam'
X-5, mami let's ride
Weave in and out of traffic
From Compton to Bed-Stuy
It's the kid from the far West I, oh, shit
He know how to do more than flip pies
Get money like them stick up guys
Them "Ocean 11" licks got the
Young kid rich for life
And I talkin 'bout a movie or George Clooney
I'm talkin 'bout
Runnin in your spots with uzis
Tucked in the Coogi
Dude me? Naw truly, might lose your lives
They say I've, got 2K2 covered like A.I
Yeah mayne, I told y'all mayne
Fillmoe California nigga where we
Launch the best nigga
JT the Bigga Figga, San
Quinn, D-Moe the Yungsta
Seff the Gaffla
Nigga the first nigga I went and
Got outside of the Fillmoe district
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah mayne
And we gon' pass him on
Off to Aftermath Records mayne
So they can take him to the T-O-P
Y'knahmtalkinbout Dr. Dre and the
Whole Aftermath staff
Y'knahmtalkinbout?
But this album right here, this a Get Low
JT the Bigga Figga production
My nigga Charlie-O on the beat
Y'knahmtalkinbout?
And we keepin it real thuggish mayne
Bay Area style nigga
Black Wall Street, now let's get MONEY!
Whatever way dog, the Game get live
Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. city velour
Late night I'm in Dublin's and
I got myself a four
The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere
And I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog
Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in Converse dog
Get it crackin like we out in the yard
And the warden's watchin
Only difference is the whores is watchin
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four
Roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangsta bay-bee, from the C-P T
Run with the (Pound) like I'm from DPG
If it's beef
You C-Murder like it ain't No Limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes
In Compton we six-fo'
I know ya, love to watch me
'specially when I'm lookin rocky
The trey with the broccoli with
My handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes
AD jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels
In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates
Never shuffle the cake
So cover my face, and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain
Glass bezel and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang
Crews buzz when you speakin my name
Cause I'm deep in the game
With top cool thangs and
Million dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone
Like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars
Stakes is high
Now we soarin through the spacious skies
Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride
The handle is up
Switchin gears with the pedal and ride
I'm a shining star
And I gotta hit the boulevard
In that new Jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that
Purple haze
Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so
Please believe that I keep two
G's in my jeans
Two gats in my sleeve, two rats in my Beam'
X-5, mami let's ride
Weave in and out of traffic
From Compton to Bed-Stuy
It's the kid from the far West I, oh, shit
He know how to do more than flip pies
Get money like them stick up guys
Them "Ocean 11" licks got the
Young kid rich for life
And I talkin 'bout a movie or George Clooney
I'm talkin 'bout
Runnin in your spots with uzis
Tucked in the Coogi
Dude me? Naw truly, might lose your lives
They say I've, got 2K2 covered like A.I
Yeah mayne, I told y'all mayne
Fillmoe California nigga where we
Launch the best nigga
JT the Bigga Figga, San
Quinn, D-Moe the Yungsta
Seff the Gaffla
Nigga the first nigga I went and
Got outside of the Fillmoe district
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah mayne
And we gon' pass him on
Off to Aftermath Records mayne
So they can take him to the T-O-P
Y'knahmtalkinbout Dr. Dre and the
Whole Aftermath staff
Y'knahmtalkinbout?
But this album right here, this a Get Low
JT the Bigga Figga production
My nigga Charlie-O on the beat
Y'knahmtalkinbout?
And we keepin it real thuggish mayne
Bay Area style nigga
Black Wall Street, now let's get MONEY!