[Intro: The Game]
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Put your lighters up if you want to
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Pull your motherfuckin Dodger cap
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Over your motherfuckin eyes, 'til you can't see shit
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I want you to go blind nigga
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So you can feel how I felt, when I was in that motherfuckin coma
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[Chorus: Shorty]
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Raised in the City of Angels where it's safe
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And danger switch lanes so stranger drive slow (drive slow)
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Where bangers and gangstas, fast women and bank up
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Just, part of a face, that we show
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We got mountains and oceans, we move in slow motion
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Off that sticky you all love to blow
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I swear, ain't nothin better there
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That's why we all take our hats off to you, the one more
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[The Game]
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Come to my hood hood, look at my block block
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That's that project building, yeah that's where I got shot, shot
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Cause I was more hood than Suge, had more rocks than Jay
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More scars on my face than the original "Scarface," or the homeboy Scarface
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Al Pacino couldn't be no gangsta, DeNiro in "Casino" he no gangsta
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Wanna be, wanna see, wan' get a shovel
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dig Tookie up nigga, cause he know gangstas
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Niggaz think cause they watched "Menace" a couple times
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Seen Cube in "Boyz N the Hood" and pressed rewind
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That you could survive when a real Crip
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run up on your car and flexed a nine?
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You must be out of yo' mind, a real Blood'll put you out of yo' mind
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Just stay the fuck up outta my hood
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where my niggaz take you up outta yo' shine
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It ain't a movie dawg, hell yeah this a real fuckin uzi dawg
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I'm 'bout to hop inside my Impala, try to keep up, don't lose me y'all
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[Chorus]
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[The Game]
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I know the real O-Dog, and that nigga know the real Game
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I call him Lorenz Tate, and he ain't never been in no gang
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But he been in my house house, and he sat on my couch couch
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While I put one in the air so yeah that nigga know what I'm 'bout, 'bout
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I'm 'bout my hood, I'm 'bout my block, I'm 'bout my chips
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So if the rap money stop and I punch a clock
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catch you slippin at a light {GET OUT YO' SHIT!}
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You jack niggaz, out-of-towners, and rap niggaz
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And ball players cause we ball playa, we chop it up, with them trap niggaz
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We (OutKasts), we (Big Boi's), (Ludacris) with them big toys
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Where I'm from it's only two things
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standin on the corner, me and that liquor store
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Look what the Bloods did to Weezy, look what the Crips did to Jeezy
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This gangbangin shit ain't nothin to play with
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Me and Snoop Dogg just made it look easy
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: The Game]
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Y'all niggaz got this L.A. shit real fucked up man
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Niggaz better start respectin what the fuck we about man
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We take niggaz the fuck out, this shit ain't no movie dawg
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This shit is real - Crips, Bloods, Ese's
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We hold shit down, this L.A.
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Word to shit on my face, put a muh'fuckin star behind it
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What the fuck I am, Star-face
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L.A. Chronicles, L.A.X. Files
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Case closed
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LAX Files
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The Game |