The Game - Face Of L.A. lyrics

rate me

I thought I'll leave you niggas with something to play with

While I finish my fucking album

Everybody wanna know when the fuck my album coming out

Whenever the fuck I drop it

Wait!

Here to break down...

Before I tell y'all who I be

I gotta say Proof R.I.P.

That's for Em. The 40oz spilling that's for him

I got the system in the Bentley on blast for him

I go bananas like plastic timbs

And my lyrics go over niggas' heads like a new era brim

And I bang like a new era brim

Translation - a brim is a Blood

Like me and Mack 10

Any nigga want the drama I reach for the MAC-10

Make your fitted cap spin til it peel back skin

Easy baby. You don't want it, believe me baby

Yeah! Like Jeezy baby

L.A. on my face, the logo from the Dodger brim

I'm the face of L.A., you gon' see a lotta him

The niggas behind me you gon' see a lotta them

Enough niggas to fill up every room in the Ramada Inn

A&Rs the label like, "Not again"

Every time we put a nigga out, Game slaughter them

Catch him in the alley, what you gon' do without your man

Feel like I'm Bishop standing over radamans

You niggas bitches throwing rocks then hide your hands

Til I chew your ass up like Flintstones vitamins

I smell pussy, somebody let the cats loose

I'm the drama king you think I found Papoose

Who's next to put on the rat suit?

I fuck em Doggystyle you can go and ask Snoop

While I bump this Mobb Deep in the Cadillac coupe

Naw I really like track number two

So I put a hundred bars on it

You couldn't make my freestyle whack, if you went and put Chico DeBarge on it

I'm so hard homie. I swear to God homie

50 Cent will still bet his fucking black card on me

Be cool, cos when the heat's drew,

The hollow tips will fuck up your stomach, like seafood

My niggas hungry when they look at you they see food

Give it up, or I see you, in the I.C.U.

With a bed and some IVs too

Nurse be teaching your ass how to chew

Fuck this rap shit nigga I got a shoe

Next color on the shelf is North Carolina blue

I'm getting married, she from North Carolina too

But you won't catch me in that North Caroline blue

If you see me in Raleigh, just sliding through

Throw your rags in the air like North Carolinians do

Before you run up, think about what you tryna do

Cos the 12-gauge eat niggas like piranha food

On my son I push your head backwards

Cos I never ever ever be the next dead rapper

I'd rather be alive pushing some 2008 shit

Cos you gotta be dead in a box to be somebody's favorite

I ain't saying I'm 'bout to go where Ma$e went

But you won't find me upside down on the pavement

I'm behind the desk, on some Jay shit

Some niggas don't want me to shine, can you say snitch

Black Wall Street niggas hop out and spray shit

AK spit, give that Maybach a face lift

Now back to the basics. My flow so amazing

If this was '88 and I could rap,

I weigh you out like A6

Weigh you out like them ugly ass babe shits

Funny ass jackets got the hood on some gay shit

Them look like Nikes with stars on em, face it

The whole world blind everybody on that Ray shit

Roll a blunt and get higher than a spaceship

Touch the Sky nigga I'm on that Kanye shit

Back in the day I used to bump Jaz-O

Run up on you take your money and your skateboard, I was an asshole

Now I blast fo, leave him on the grass swole

Kick it and push it like Lupe Fiasco

I got a jab like Floyd even Zab know

Try to play The Game get punched out like Glass Joe

Hip hop cops on my dick, hit the Ave's slow

Mad cos I get love in New York, like DiMaggio

Brooklyn niggas say my flow nuts like pistachio

See my in the six-fo' and wonder why the ass is low

I got them bricks in it, that real llello

That Toni Montana drop this shit off to Pedro

I buy guns by the tons, bullets by the caseload

We can find Osama when I say so

I got niggas flying in from San Diego

That'll smoke your town and turn it into Waco

Come through give your whole hood a makeover

Sit on your block in a bulletproof Range Rover

Make you fade to black, and I ain't Hova

Think about that the next time you say The Game over

[Outro]

You know I usually talk shit at the end of my motherfucking freestyles

But they ain't nobody else left to beef with

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Thanks to Nano for correcting these lyrics