The Game - The Soundtrack lyrics

rate me

Ft. Meek Mill

(Verse)

Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful

Crack rock lingering, fiends sucking they cuticles

Wear the wrong colors 'round here, niggas is shooting ya

Niggas working out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles

Nigga, ya killing who? Street shit, me and Meek shit

Fuck wit him, fuck around and be yo funeral

Have yo mama 10 and 2, wit my homies spinning thru'

Drive-by, laying side by side as they viewing ya

Haa, cuz ya will ride fo' yo nigga, right?

Now wit hearses side by side, wit yo nigga right

Cuz it's been plenty nights I barely made it thru' this life

Niggas want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ

Compton, California, come and see what my city like

Babies losing hope when they see they momma hit the pipe

Rosecrans, Berks Street, niggas tryna murk me

God, it hit me first, G

(Hook)

This right here the soundtrack to a real nigga life

Coming from a city where they kill niggas like "La-da-da"

The soundtrack to a real nigga life

Coming from a city where they kill niggas like "La-da-da"

(Verse 2)

Uh, my dog doing life

Cuz he ain't had no safety like the Rams is secondary

And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, neva scared

Cuz I got real niggas errywhere

That will cut yo life short like it's February

Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary

Especially when the feds is tapping phones like secretaries

Shit real like 2Pac's obituary

Kill him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary

And where I'm from, ya get murdered like hereditary

They killed my homie, we came back like it was January

The first nigga aiming to murk, nigga

Fuck yo chain, want yo shoes, yo jean and yo shirt, nigga

Cuz it's cold out, fuck yo concert cuz ya sold out

Yo dad didn't teach ya all that shit ya sing that song 'bout

So what ya talking about?

Absolutely nothing, they ain't us, Meek, fuck 'em

(Hook)

(Bridge)

From Philly to Compton, nigga

I fell in love wit these streets, I lost my niggas too

But I'll be damned I'll let one of ya niggas take my life

(Verse 3)

Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly tho'

Most these rappers' life is like a fucking Miguel video

Compton killed eight of my niggas, but that's my city tho'

Yeah, we moving birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee tho'

Niggas selling flat-screens, 60 inch VIZIOZ

Blow on a stone, smoking chronic on commodes

Listening to Hov like "I got to get my weight up"

The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no

And I know they hate us tho' cuz we really made it tho'

Balling like we Jordan, niggas shooting, try and fade me tho'

OG Bobby Johnson, .44 wit the potato nose

Turn ya mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy tho'

I done been to church to masjid, it couldn't save me tho'

Shit, I got to save myself befo' I try to save a hoe

Fuck yo role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows

(Hook)