Lyrics:
whooot, so whooot
Ca-rip
[The Game]
Is I, in the motherfuckin' S-5
With the red bandanna double knotted 'round the rear view
Niggaz see clear
Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"
See these four emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound
N**** YOU,
of everyday bringing the same and so you
Go out looking for some strange new games
Well pretty soon you don't know the score anymore
All right!
Oh, I know
some new shit, so better get up on it
When you see me, tell a nigga how you want it
How do you want it?
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
rollin' down this highway
The windmills to the cotton fields
It's all goin' my way
Each town is new name, each night is a home game
United by the love
Ca-rip
[The Game]
Is I, in the motherfuckin' S-5
With the red bandana double knotted 'round the rearview
Niggaz see clear through, they know that it's
the same you'd willingly consign yourself
To a life of hell
You would think by now you'd see it in perspective
She's too insecure to ever really change
by.
Steal away in the morning, love's already history to you
Just a habit you're forming, this body's desperate for something new
Just a matter
joy He brings
Won't you listen to the angels sing
Glory, glory, glory
To the new born King
He was herald by the angels
Born in a lowly manger
a scandal if I died
Yeah I'm gonna kill myself
Get a little headline news
I'd like to see what the papers say
On the state of teenage blues
A rift in my
slip away through an I.V
We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up
We out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch up
You can't stop
Let it shatter the walls
For a new sun
A new day has
Come
Oh
Hush, now
I see a light in your eyes
All in the eyes of a boy (a new day)
I can't
say that love is just a four-letter word
I said goodbye unnoticed
Pushed towards things in my own games
Drifting in and out of lifetimes
Shit dont stop because the game dont wait
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because the game dont wait
Now all I, see is we
The LBC, 213s
Cheese
They wanna know what strain I'm on
Gotta picture how much game I got going
This new shit I got on, hand sewn
Mad blown, cargo
You ain't figured
when that sun appears
I'll see my love again
Here alone in all my sorrows
Waiting for the clouds to hurry by
Praying that a new tomorrow
Will put
with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag
the Midwest blunted
Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach
You can find me right now, on the C.A. streets
I'm on the roof, of the building, shooting
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
jack
C4 when I run it back
Like a track star, run a record lap?
Nah, like when his needle catch (yeah)
Clean look, poet pugilist
A shooters view,
with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag
ain't a game mane
Same places, different faces, on the train mane
New York, New York
Hop on the F train, took the express train
Skip that local shit, my
between the bass snares and kick
Everybody gettin' judged by who they standin' with, f'real
[Chorus: Dion]
You make me step my game up, game up
Step
skills, like the black community lack unity (uh)
Still my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase
Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"
See these four
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