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The Game( Jayceon Terrell Taylor )
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Wont Stop
I won't stop. No matter what they say And I'm still fucking with Dr. Dre It's Aftermath, so nigga stay the fuck out my way I'm telling you, blood.
I won't stop. No matter what they say And I'm still fucking with Dr. Dre It's Aftermath, so nigga stay the fuck out my way I'm telling you, cuz.
Man, look at the wheels The motherfucking wheels Black low and half blood You niggas know the deal Fuck lamborghini doors Nigga I ride stock and fuck You lil rap niggas Homie I buy Pac Dre told me long time ago: 'Joy is pain. You sell 5 million records Some shit gon' change.' He was right I traded the coupe And got me a range No ice to black diamonds In my Black Wall chain You know I'm gonna ride And ain't shit changed But the right to claim both sides (East Side, West Side!) Ask these, niggas know me Down in best style Blowing sticky with them Crooklyn kids Hit switches on the Brooklyn Bridge Speakers banging: 'I'm going going' Big took you there And Game recognize Game Don't play me homie You think cause I'm a millionaire I won't spray you homie You know.
It only been 12 months. I lost a few friends Had my baby mama bust the windows out of my Benz Hip hop police on me every city I'm in Well, hell me and Dre we dipping again 3 wheel motion chrome spokes on the rims Run up on us watch that 38 revolver spin I'm rich Game bitch, I made a few mill' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Now the '64 Impala got a Paul Wall grill They say I moved out the hood I ain't keeping it real So I took the projects back Put 'em on top of the hill I'm hungry Still rap like I ain't got no deal You can pop that Cristal But nigga I pop steel I'm going diamond I put that on my first born child I'm almost dead. I ran 99 miles Bitches they used to diss me They feeling me now. They say I rap like tha ol' Snoop On Doggystyle. Ha ha!
This could be the day You get rich or This could be the day You try This could be the day You walk away or This could be the day You die
Yeah motherfucker: You hear my shit in the club When you do know 9 out of 10 times I'm in the club Stop fucking with cristal I can't pay that price I take a 20 40 ounces and a bucket of ice Pour it on my niggas Now they flooded with ice Niggas hate me to my death Cause I'm loving my life I can walk through any hood I payed that cost I ain't felt this good Since I got shot in the heart 25 years old Put the tell (??) on the Porsche 25 covers from Double XL to The Source Dr. Dre chose me, to carry the torch I spit, cause the D.O.C. lost his voice.
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