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The Game - Slangin' Rocks Lyrics

y yo, 1 time for your motherfuckin' mind

Y'all niggas waitin on me! Hahaaaa

Yea, yea, yea... 2010 windows on this red Ferrari



Hand on my nuts nigga (ohhh shit)

Solo cause my niggas all locked up in the pen

Here we go again, 2010, 28" rims

Slammed them hardcore like Lil' Kim

Get money, then me and my entourage is in

So tell ya friend to tell her girlfriend I'm in the Benz

This is a Dope Boyz car, bought it with coke cash

& prior this gat, it came with 4 stashes

Get money, fuck bitches, this is my life

She blowin' today, in 5 years this is your wife

& you can't handle that, gimme that ace of spades nigga

This is a bottle Jack, bring it back to VIP & swallow that

Holler back, used to sell crack where the college at

When I got low, I re-up where they shoot them hollows at

Same hood, same guns, same tee, same one's

Who said 'cause I'm saggin' in these jeans that I can't run?



Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks

Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops

Aww, straight slangin' rocks

Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops

Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks

Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops

Aww, straight slangin' rocks

Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops



I could talk about my cars, but fuck what's in my garage

I'd rather have a mánage with you & Nicki Minaj

(Aww) This is a threesome

Getting me some, D.R.E. some, Skateboard B some

Starmap nigga, I'm back with a vengeance

Call that happy feet but I don't fuck with the penguins

In my hood that's a no-no, court date: no-show

Got a warrant out but that's just R.E.D. Album promo

Tell 'em like Will, tell 'em nigga come & get meee

Blowin sticky green & I can feel it in my kidney

Chillin in the wind & aint got no common sense

The way that I'm jumpin & swervin inside this Bentley

I am simply a natural born killer

Nigga tempt me, leave this fuckin' choppa all empty

Yea I did it, that's purple haze lemme hit it

Hide the smoke under my BBC fitted & I'm



Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks

Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops

Aww, straight slangin' rocks

Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops

Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks

Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops

Aww, straight slangin' rocks

Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops



I be chillin' by the now, right by the mill shop

They want Game locked up 'cause that'll make the jail hot

Call my nigga Pharrell cause that'll make my bail pop

California love, I hold it down well Pac

Much love to Brooklyn, got these haters shell-shocked

Roll my L's in Harlem, cause that was Big L's spot

& it's summertime, here go my Hummer line

H3, Dre beats beatin like the drummer line

Rollin' with my niggas, peace to my bitches

Lets have a pool party & go swimmin' in my riches

Patent lime, Belvedere, Cerock & Deziak

BB in there with Diddy like "Nigga where the breezys at?"

So I can beat 'em, yea Chris Breezy that

Right behind the Starmap logo is where you see me at

Gimme some, I went from pyrex pots to yachts

Jay, we got something in common: IT'S THE ROC(K)!



Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks

Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops

Aww, straight slangin' rocks

Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops

Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks

Here comes the crooked ass cops, crooked, crooked ass cops

Aww, straight slangin' rocks

Aww, here comes the crooked ass cops
 

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