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The Game
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How We Do (Remix)
作词:Russell Deyo, Michael Elizondo, Duane Hughes, Curtis Jackson, Vaughan Carrington Mason, Jayceon Taylor, Andre Young
DJ Steve
Aw yeah, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff With this and don't slip On a funky dope track, jump back Strapped with the fat Buddha sac And a '78 lac
Oh clean, gangsta lean I got green, bud, I serve dubs Like it ain't no thang I hang with OG Playas don't set trip Or you might get What we call a rat pack
I don't slack when it come to streets I get real G funk to a gangsta beat It's so sweet when you got money to spend I got a proper big tilt 'n a fly big Benz I make ends
Spend my dough, oh no fo That's how it is and that's how it go Act like you know when I creep real slow Givin' love to the playas that I know is real
Ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary Still ballin', ridin on these niggaz 'cause they lame In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game Can you feel me?
Blame it on my momma, I'm a thug nigga Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch, made niggaz hit 'em up
Westside Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped, love fuckin' from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at ridin'
Passed by while these niggaz wonder why I got shot and didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga tear shed
For all my homies in the pen Many peers dead, niggaz still ballin'
This is how we do We make a move and act a fool While we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it So show us some love
This is how we do We make a move and act a fool While we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it So show us some love
Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page Shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggaz holla out my name 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And i'ts similar to rain Mothafuckas know I'm comin' So they runnin' to they graves
Watch, swoop down With my nigga from the pound Don't give a fuck Would you coward niggaz now blast?
Keep pumpin' Ain't worried bout nuttin' Busters thought we was frontin' So reload and keep dumpin'
Dump on fools with a quickness And they got no cure for this sickness I get payed for the way that I kick this Like a G'sta, an OG'sta (A whos dat?)
A real playa named Eazy And I live my life straight crazy Don't need no punk fools payin' me And broke groupies and hoochies don't faze me
I take two steps back and release myself To put platinum and gold on a record shelf I don't brag but I tell 'em like it straight up is Before you do a record, partna, handle the bizness
And don't get caught slippin' on the under Or you might wonda whats up on them ends G I call a spade, a spade and get payed G showed the way so I give love to 'em
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry 64 White walls so clean, looks like I'm ridin' on blobs Hit one switch, mayne, that ass so low Cali got niggas in New York ridin' on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it girl Your now rockin' with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah)
50 uh, Bentley uh 'Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the slum Automatic gun, fuck 'em one on one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt ya done Homie, its Game time
Ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk It took two months but Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit, had niggas like 'Huh'
Don't try to front, I'll leave yo ass slumped Thinkin' I'm a punk Get your fucking head lumped Fifty got a gun
Ready, here he come Gotta sick vendetta to get this chedda Wit' my Beretta, the dramasetta
Sip Amaretto My flow sounds betta than average On tracks I'm a savage, I damage Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit)
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