The Game

The Game - Jackin' For Beats

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(feat. Fabolous)

[The Game]

Straight outta Compton, Chuck Taylor in Brooklyn 8 deep

And the Desert Storm blew in Ghetto F-A-B

The only difference between us

Is the coast and the length of the ninas

And the rainbow paint on the beamers

Out here they call me "All Star Game"

And every nigga with a gun is waiting on the '04 All Star Game

So while you in the Staples parking lot

I'm watchin the corners, with the safety on like Ronnie Lott


Straight outta Brooklyn it's the same youngan

Slangin that same onion

Smokin that Cali bud that my nigga Game brung in

I keep a dame tongue on my dick

The chain huggin my dick

The cane brung by the brick, it's ghetto!

The fiends sprung on me quick

But I still got 20s of dope that'll have yo brain strung on a fix

These haters can't stop the rock I pushes

Cause a nigga move around with more arms than them octipusses, nigga

[The Game]

I got a winchester that will turn your vest into confeddi

I'm Chuck Taylor, the same nigga that put the 6-4 in Chevy

It's the same nigga that keep the .44 in the Chevy

With no stash spot, when you in Compton ask coppers

If that Aston Martin's the same color as grass hoppers

I'm runnin the rock, not J, Dame Dash of Hoffa

So when you in Compton, you know who to ask for

That 21 year old young gun with bricks in the Jaguar, nigga


The kid push Bentley exaust thru

And if you see my guns you would think Bush sent me to war too

Even with chicks beggin me for dick regularly

A nigga known for gettin rid of weight like Dick Gregory

I'm New York City's fly guy, you bums don't impress me

I already got the lead waitin for someone to test me

You don't wanna be in the news

Cause when I'm lookin for you

Not even Bin Laden wanna be in your shoes, nigga

[The Game]

Every ghetto in America, I know that niggaz lettin clips fly

So I keep that in mind when I'm out in the N-Y

Niggaz see the Aftermath chain they like f... 50

Cause we flyin thru Queens in that Ferarri F-50

Bitches see me in the video, wanna have sex with me

So keep a box of Magnums and a bag of X with me

Keep a .38 Magnum stashed in the vette with me

And it's 'fuck yo life' if you ain't signin check with me


Nigga I'm eatin, and you be snackin like you on a diet

That's why you window shoppin actin like you wanna buy it

Actin like you gonna roit, like you gonna shoot

When in fact you gone be quiet, like you on mute

That's proof, you a punk, and you lucky

There ain't enough room to fit a nigga in my roof or the trunk

I got a box to quickly hide the gun

You shouldn't move if you seen Boyz N The Hood

And when Ricky tried to run

[The Game]

Niggaz know when them hollows airin

I'll turn your Antoine Walker into a throwback Robert Parrish

With 2 holes under the Celtic

And you will think your 'Boston Warm-Up' jacket hot

Till the desert eagle melt it

I'm a gangsta, and the birds, they love it

20 with a baby face, and sit on base like Kirby Puckett

If you can't afford the new Bentley, fuck it!

Copp yay from Jay, the bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage


In my hood the slower you move, the quicker they get you

Sometimes it's somebody in your click that be with you

That's why my vest is thicker to get thru

And I keep 2 nines on my shirt like Dickersons shit do

Why waste my breath when I'm bickering with you

I'd rather waste my techs till they flicker and hit you

You sick cause my shit blew

And you ain't goin' nowhere for a while

A commercial where Snickers will fit you, fucka!

[The Game]

Ain't nothin but a gangsta party when I'm spittin to Pac

The paint fall off your Miskeen when I'm spittin the Glock

Before I was 16, I was liftin the drop

Spittin on cops, pitchin the rock

Like Charlie Ward before the New York Knicks

Now you can catch me in Brooklyn with Fab

On a New York bench, while you old niggaz in rehab

And if I can't be a hip-hop legend, I'll just die in a ski-mask


When a gangsta like me ride

It be suede in it, be shades in it

Tires that got the rims that Spree made in it

1 of the prettiest hoes be laid in it

Blowin the kid faster than pre-paid minutes

And I'm guessin these haters

Don't know I keep Wesson & 8ters

Fully loaded with the vest penetrators

But if they want it, ya'll can get it

Ya'll love the way the coast to coast G's did it, nigga!

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