The Game

The Game - California

rate me

(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

The 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

Thanks to Nano for correcting these lyrics

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