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[The Game] <br />I´m from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop <br />Cats tellin jokes at them car games <br />Seen big face hundreds, handle the rock like Nate Archibald <br />What? This nigga only sixteen <br />And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school fightin <br />Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga? <br />You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me <br />No more talkin, just outline chalkin <br />Nigga Witta Attitude from birth, "100 Miles and Running" <br />Gunnin bustin shots like fuck the cops <br />Notorious for burnin blocks, weavin in and out of traffic and chop <br />Game the young Robin Hood of the block <br />Steal from the rich, give to the poor, coward niggaz rock <br />Second comin of this black Alfred Hitchcock <br />Kick in the door, wavin the four-four <br />Ten shots to your spleen, let them violins sing <br /> <br />[Chorus: Blue Chip + (The Game)] <br />Yo, I´m just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young´uns runnin with ´caine <br />Rain hits so we floodin the game <br />When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man <br />(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn) <br />Hey yo I don´t give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice <br />Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure <br />(Dead presidents is all I represent) <br />(´Til y´all met me y´all niggaz ain´t met gangsta yet) <br /> <br />[The Game] <br />Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the 80´s <br />Gangbangin, dope traffic, shit get crazy <br />From where niggaz grow up hard like dicks raised <br />Them hustlin guns like Knicks players, we got mouths to feed <br />´Til they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold cheek <br />In that pine box, I´m buyin rocks, eyein cops <br />Fuck a cell block, the young kid makin it happen <br />Who you think got them fiends runnin back like Bo Jackson? <br />I´m a gangsta, what else could I say? <br />I´m ahead of myself like it´s Y4K <br />2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A. <br />Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play <br />Keep fo´ snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have ´em <br />Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson´s album <br />But the shit don´t really matter to me, we get better G <br />Bet the four slow ´em down like PCP <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[The Game] <br />Real gangsters never talk shit, handle they business <br />Fuck the dry snitchin and bitchin, niggaz die when them bullets fly <br />Who fuckin with him, ha? Not a nigga alive <br />End up dead in that 5 <br />He got no sympathy for them dead guys, friend or foe <br />Watch that chest cave in, what that vest savin? <br />Make it sloppy for the autopsy, leave my enemies in a frenzy <br />On the frontlines holdin a 9 <br />Everyday a new chapter, my own niggaz plottin on me <br />Tryin to hit me but they won´t get me, feel the semi first <br />Fuckin with my dough, is the worst way to go <br />Y´all know, niggaz cry when them bullets burn slow dummy <br />In and out of spots watchin my money <br />If one dollar come up missin bodies start to come up missin <br />No one too heavy for the Expedition, piss on your corpse <br />Watch your soul shiver, throw him in the river, bitch nigga <br /> <br />[Chorus]
Letra nueva de la canción
[The Game] <br />I´m from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop <br />Cats tellin jokes at them car games <br />Seen big face hundreds, handle the rock like Nate Archibald <br />What? This nigga only sixteen <br />And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school fightin <br />Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga? <br />You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me <br />No more talkin, just outline chalkin <br />Nigga Witta Attitude from birth, "100 Miles and Running" <br />Gunnin bustin shots like fuck the cops <br />Notorious for burnin blocks, weavin in and out of traffic and chop <br />Game the young Robin Hood of the block <br />Steal from the rich, give to the poor, coward niggaz rock <br />Second comin of this black Alfred Hitchcock <br />Kick in the door, wavin the four-four <br />Ten shots to your spleen, let them violins sing <br /> <br />[Chorus: Blue Chip + (The Game)] <br />Yo, I´m just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young´uns runnin with ´caine <br />Rain hits so we floodin the game <br />When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man <br />(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn) <br />Hey yo I don´t give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice <br />Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure <br />(Dead presidents is all I represent) <br />(´Til y´all met me y´all niggaz ain´t met gangsta yet) <br /> <br />[The Game] <br />Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the 80´s <br />Gangbangin, dope traffic, shit get crazy <br />From where niggaz grow up hard like dicks raised <br />Them hustlin guns like Knicks players, we got mouths to feed <br />´Til they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold cheek <br />In that pine box, I´m buyin rocks, eyein cops <br />Fuck a cell block, the young kid makin it happen <br />Who you think got them fiends runnin back like Bo Jackson? <br />I´m a gangsta, what else could I say? <br />I´m ahead of myself like it´s Y4K <br />2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A. <br />Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play <br />Keep fo´ snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have ´em <br />Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson´s album <br />But the shit don´t really matter to me, we get better G <br />Bet the four slow ´em down like PCP <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[The Game] <br />Real gangsters never talk shit, handle they business <br />Fuck the dry snitchin and bitchin, niggaz die when them bullets fly <br />Who fuckin with him, ha? Not a nigga alive <br />End up dead in that 5 <br />He got no sympathy for them dead guys, friend or foe <br />Watch that chest cave in, what that vest savin? <br />Make it sloppy for the autopsy, leave my enemies in a frenzy <br />On the frontlines holdin a 9 <br />Everyday a new chapter, my own niggaz plottin on me <br />Tryin to hit me but they won´t get me, feel the semi first <br />Fuckin with my dough, is the worst way to go <br />Y´all know, niggaz cry when them bullets burn slow dummy <br />In and out of spots watchin my money <br />If one dollar come up missin bodies start to come up missin <br />No one too heavy for the Expedition, piss on your corpse <br />Watch your soul shiver, throw him in the river, bitch nigga <br /> <br />[Chorus]
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