The Game - Alameda lyrics

[The Game - Alameda lyrics]

Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda

Nigga pause when you see us
Fat red laces in them Grant Hill Filas
Young misfit's, born underachievers
Mama couldn't feed us
White sheets when you leave us
We be fucking with hood rats, gang bang divas
One braiding hair, one lacing my Adidas
Looking at them train tracks
Niggas scared to cross 'em
Them same fucking train tracks run
All the way to Slauson
Running from the T-Flats
Tryna keep 'em off us
Look over my shoulder
Pray to God that I lost 'em
Bust ninas and toss 'em
Screaming out what what
Westside Compton
Nigga we don't give a fuck fuck
Nigga preach, dead in the coffin
Let the preacher praise
Paramedics bring us off
Nigga rest in peace, blowing reefer

Cedar Block Bompton Piru
That's on my see through
YG blowing speakers, riding down
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda

Cedar Block Bompton Piru
That's on my see through
YG blowing speakers, riding down
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda
Alameda, Alameda

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