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The Game - Dollar and a Dream Lyrics

(Hook)
Started with a dolla and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said ya gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out ya know how this go
Started wit a dolla and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me now)
Started wit a dolla and a dream!

(Verse: Ab-Soul)
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtis magnet that man is without the medal wit him
How the hell I did it? I let God ad lib it
I put that on Leetwood, I ain’t lie in one sentence
Bitch, I started wit a dolla and a dream
We went from helping old ladies wit their groceries at Alpha Beta
For a couple quarters to a baby hustling sumething major
We had to grow up sooner or later, but
I’m so delighted on my mama still stay off Anna Lee
Carson across my belly, I prove ya lost already
Roccett my big brother, Bishop let the door crack
Game took me on my first tour, now look where we at
In the studio getting paid to reflect on that
Documenting true facts
Not to mention this the Documentary 2 too
Ya do the addition in ballerina shoes
Enough wit the clever raps, it’s more important than that
I put my city on the map, nigga
Yeah, I really put my city on the map
I mean, when the last time ya heard Carson on the track, nigga?
Let alone when they calling out stomping grounds on the West
I’ll wait
Yeah, that’s what I thought, I’m the best, nigga
This the new West, nigga, respect that
It’s Top Dawg, all I’m missing is the red hat
But don’t question what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I’m guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain sumething, a paradox if ya may
I threw all my fresh Supreme Chuck Taylors today
And then I got a call from Chuck Taylor, I’m saying
The game ain’t changed, we still changing the game
Soul!

(Hook)

(Verse 2: The Game)
My first album was a set up
I was the little nigga Pac was talking to
When he said 'keep yo head up'
Cuz he knew what I would be facing after his demise
Jason had to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary Blige
Hopped up in that enterprise, had to stop a genocide
Went from underdog to watching Top Dawg and Kendrick rise
Now tell me can I testify, pull ova trying to rest for 5
On a block, no tint on the Wraith left these kids mesmerized
They ask me how I did it, how I got it
Say I'm king ya looking [?]
I put them waste down start practicing lyrical exercise
Tell me who the next to die, probably who the next in line
They got me babbling ghost cuz I'm the illest one alive
That's word to Pac, Pun, Biggie, why I stand as my city
[?] to run a train, ya couldn't fuck wit me
Eva since I saved my coast, it's been born again
If I ain't shit then who the king of California then?
Who could out-rap me?
Now think about if the same nigga ya bout to say can run up and out-strap me, yeah
Out-trap me, yeah, out-gat me
I mean think about it, exactly
Speaking matter-of-factly I'm down playing that actually
Call me Game I ain't one still I get paid like an athlete
Do the math after the math, Doc two in the bag
Lived up to expectations, Dre took me first in the draft
Now who the fuck want what
Nobody survives so look alive when them Impalas in the cut

(Hook)
 

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