Game (The)

California
(People trying) [Game:] Tryna to do what? (To find a way out) [Game:] Oh, yeah! That was me in 2004 (Love ain't around) [Game:] Ain't never been around (Look at California) [DJ Skee:] Just like we back again [Game:] Yeah [Skee:] Fresh of that Purp & Patron [Game:] That's right [Skee:] This is The Hangover [Game:] Every time you look at me... [Skee:] And I just landed back in. Live from LA [Game:] ...You look at California [Skee:] I'm the world famous DJ Skee [Game:] I am the Westside [Skee:] I told you I'm only dropping classics Reppin' that Westcoast. Yo Game, I don't think they ready Palm trees, beautiful women Drop top phantom now this is living Started off chopping crack in my grandma kitchen But y'all know that, so let's get down to bidness Outta towners beware, of what you wear "Yo son, I'm from New York," but we don't care SongtexteThe Crips, the Bloods, the Esé's. The daytons, the dogs, the chevys What you know about Cali and everything I rate Nigga I make the dinner you be sure to scrape the plate From Compton's Most to N.W.A From Snoop Dogg Dr. Dre, niggas love us What about the bitches? You mean these bitches bouncing in my back seat while my Impala hit switches? They riding with the king, a California king If it ain't about that it ain't 'bout a motherfucking thing I'm living the American Dream Sitting fat but I don't sing I don't fuck wit rats if you know what I mean You thinking 50 but I am talking Christina Milian Sucked a million dicks but still ain't sold a million Bitch trying to get a ride like a Milian I know you like, "What this gotta do in LA?" Bitch tried to fuck me and she almost fucked Dre so... Yeah, slow this shit down man I'ma let California fuck you now That's right Yeah, how it feel? Y'know California niggas Got big dicks, big trucks, big mouths, big guns We'll fuck you all night Straight RnB Black Wall Street Records we don't play no games I mean after 4 hours we'll fuck you off on a nigga I got the houses; here, Miami Condo in New York, condo in Wilshire I done lived in Beverly Hills Look down the street at Range Rovers, Bentleys and Phantoms passing by As the wind blows through my motherfucking, fades Niggas know what it is wit me nigga California king and that's for life Don't give a fuck what a nigga say Let me introduce ya, to something you not used to I'm California's future Sit back watch what I do to These Dre beats, these Timbaland tracks I just blazed and my spit crack I Scott Storch em we can't afford em Every hot producer seen Game record My flow outta this word, like Neptunes California was dying, I came to the rescue First time Snoop Dogg ever heard me spit His reply was like, "Damn, nephew" That was '05 And I was so eleven, four hours, six years I'm ahead of my time I let you niggas be LeBron Even he can't see Kobe in his prime Picture Kobe in Lebrons That's too much game I'm outta my mind And that's a hot line I think niggas wanna hear me say that one more time Picture Kobe in Lebrons That's too much game I'm outta my mind Outta my soul Been having outta body experiences since I was 7 years old Look at California he ain't scared Shot a deuce five 'fore he had Nike Airs My pops like, "There go the block" I'm like, "Where?" Brass knuckles in my Levi's never fight fair 20 years later I'm right here Red rag wiping off all white Airs Let a nigga step on em. I'ma go Wycleff on him Could go Raekwon the Chef on him Throwing up a dub, bangin' Wu-Tang Riding with a chopper like a young Hussein In a new Range Fuck wit the Crips but I'm from the P.I.R.U gang Momma I did it. You told me to so I spit it I don't just talk Cali I live it From Aftermath to sit wit it I'm sick wit it So nigga admit it You'll never be Game Never be Pac, never be Doggy Dogg I don't know why you spit cos nigga you ain't shit You writing for Detox? Nigga suck my dick Me and Hittman, did that before First mailman left then I seen the trap door Came in from the back Nobody could stop him Not EVE, Busta Rhymes or Rakeem And Bust my nigga, so I would never diss him Fuck over any other rapper with Henny in my system Who want it? Not Jigga I'm treacherous like trigger I'm Naughty by Nature nigga with more priors than Richard And I can say whatever cos I made Jimmy Iovine richer And he get richer every time I call you a bitch ass nigga Let Chris Bosh run up on Kobe again I'ma catch him in the club and open his chin Cos I ride or die for this Cali shit Break a nigga off proper like a valley bitch I chop a nigga down like a brick of raw I'm notorious like Biggy Smalls I know he from New York but he like me Last thing I wanna do 'fore I D.I.E. is Look at, look at, look at California [repeats]... I know New York the mecca of hip hop A-town stay doing their thing Chi-town breed Kanye and motherfucking Common Sometimes y'all gotta look at California Ay yo Jimmy Iovine, tell Dre these headphones the shit Aus Songtexte Mania