Not a goddamn thing, not a motherf*cking thing, NO! Whatchu gon' do, nigga? Oh okay, thank you then. I would never ask another man for permission I do me. Just as the final refrain fades away. Welcome to the circle maine. Nigga, Game givin' out red Ferraris for no reason, it was just a Tuesday.
- My city the game
- Name the city game
- Lyrics to the game
My City The Game
You've had it broken in pieces by too many lies. Cause you were out of town. Hundred niggas in my section, hundred Rolies in the sky. I heard a couple lil' niggas got life today. Hotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial, remedial thoughts. Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up. New York, New York; wake up LA. Ooh, that new bounce. Shit on my lawn, snakes in the grass. Back like I never left, nigga I'm on my second breath. Name the city game. I made my way through crisis, I made my tape. How the hell I did it?
Name The City Game
We ain't even shootin' a video, we just motherf*ckin' ridin' down the street, this nigga got Hype Williams shootin' and shit. Straight away in the Wraith, that's a Peyton Manning spiral. You so him, I'm so not, you so bitch, I sold rock. Kompany, Vincent III. Cut open the noose leaves. Carson across my belly, I prove you lost already. Creep out the back door with my side bitch, aye. My city the game. Niggas been fiendin' for this shit, aftermath [? You already know me, know how I get down.
Lyrics To The Game
Compton ain't the same. How a nigga supposed to love you niggas? I wanna see your fuckin resume. This song is dedicated to Stephanie Mosley, who was murdered from a single gunshot wound inflicted by her husband, Earl Hayes, in Los Angeles, California; December 18th, 2014. I'll rest, I'm the closest to it. Just let 'em know one thing. The Game – The City Lyrics | Lyrics. Baby when you comin' to LA. I told Dre to put out Detox, or I'm a do it. Don't walk around alone here, everybody from a gang.
It's what this is we gon stress them innuendos. We like Roc-A-Fella Records, we packagin' yay. And I stayed on some conscious shit. Car Engine Noise, One Way's Cutie Pie plays in the background]. You wanna be with me, with me, with me, with me. But it might f*ck around and haunt you. And if I can keep it 8 more than 92 with you, he was a good nigga, I never saw that coming. When I'm the nigga sold 5 mill' out the gate and numbers do not lie. Pardon my mannerisms. You won't have time to run, I′m from the Compton slums. Verse 4 - Dr. Manchester City chants: Lyrics & videos to the most popular songs | Goal.com US. Dre:].