The Game "Game - The City" lyrics

Game - The City

[Intro x3]See any angels in the city

[Verse 1]Tell them muthafuckas I'm forever paid, California kingWrestle gators in the Everglades, drive up out that muthafuckin swampIn the Escalade so before you put that Red ragIn your pocket I wanna see your fuckin resumeStarted off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitateRip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitateDre Beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditateI'mma give em hurricanes until another levee breakYou niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweightNow Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonateWhen a nigga Wack found me, shit, I was selling weightNow a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebratePerforming in front of millions, nigga every race64 in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape4th album, no 5 mics? Then let 'em hateBut I'm not stopping 'til I'm the fucking king in every state

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]Recognize my lifeRidicule my fightGive me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lightsIn the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to writeGet familiar with CartwrightCause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle dropsFor the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't popI'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me tell 'emThey can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heartNigga fuck your feelings, this is me

[Verse 2]I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died"Can't you hear my heart beating?That's the motherfuckin West side, you test me, you test GodI'm his son, it say in Psalms, you come at meThen I can split you with this Tommy gun, you won't have no time to runI'm from the Compton slums and that's how the West rideI'm from the city where two of the best diedRest in peace to both of 'em, spit like I'm the ghost of 'emDamn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of 'emName your top 10, I'm harder than the most of 'emMatter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, NasNo particular order, bet a mil that I slaughterServe niggas, give a fuck what you orderedHow dare you niggas pop fly when I'm the niggaSold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie

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[Verse 3]I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classicGave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the packageCame with LAX, since critics said it was averageI was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath andGeffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scopeSpill the red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is brokeAnd this is what you all been waiting forI'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's doorWhat the fuck y'all take me for? I love you cause you hate me moreI'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84Shake you like Haiti's floor, walk up on youLike "what's going on baby boy?" Shots in that Mercedes doorEither I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, orCould that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me moreBut I still owe Jimmy one more albumThe best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin

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[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]Kendrick, and I wear pendant on my shoulder, soldierLike a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled overJohnny always lock a nigga downKnowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny PacquiaoLittle nigga Mayweather size, ride like PacIn his prime, thug life is now on radarTil the federal come through and raid oursReminiscing when the LA RaidersWas in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's domeAnd I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted toWestsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas dieAnd the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lionTrying, and I mean that shitGame came through, put the city on his backI was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit"Compton!", a nigga gotta scream that shitNever went commercial, never T.V. screened that shitCan't block or screen that shit, now everybody sing that shit

[Outro]Red, is a very emotionally and instense colour. It enhancesHuman metabolism, increases respiration rate and raisesBlood pressure. It has a very high visibility, it is whyStop signs, stop lights and fire equipments are usuallyPainted red. It also represents one third of CaliforniasGang population. Needless to say, please dressAccordingly while visiting the Los Angeles areaAlso, tuck your jewellry , and keep your hands inside yourVehicle. Thank You! Enjoy it!

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