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The Game
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Lookin' At You [Clean]
作詞:Ervin Pope, Jayceon Taylor
Walkin' down the street in my All Stars In my khaki suit, doin' what I do Walkin' down the street, smokin' *** In my black locs, lookin' at you
Guess who's back on the West Coast tracks? It's the *** messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the six fo', still puffin' on the same *** Haters mad 'cause I still got it
I never fall off, even without the Doc You *** sellin' your soul tryin' to stay on top ***, check your Kotex You *** ain't movin' *** like the hand on a fake *** Rolex
I'm five million sold, the cover of my last album The only time you see me sittin' on gold I'm the most anticipated, most celebrated Most loved and the *** most hated
Keep rollin' like gold Daytons *** got the game *** up like Hennessey with a Coke chaser You gotta deal with me, I'm the West Coast savior *** think of me every time they six fo' scraper
What do you call a *** who's overbearin' Belligerent, foul, defiant and very disrespectful? You call that *** the Doctor's Advocate He's a reflection of Dr. Dre in his hay day in the worst way
The five star surgeon general Took Jayceon to the Aftermath Research Department And gave him a blood test It came back 'G A M E Positive'
The n*** infected with the game virus His oratorical skills are so impeccable That *** in the streets call him Cyrus The young don who is down with violence 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 'Cause in his heart, he's a tyrant
It's not a game, it's just called The Game There'll be no referees, no halftime reports When the game is over, The Game is over You can't put a quarter in the machine And get three mo' min', that's the end
I'll walkin' down the street in my All Stars In my khaki suit, doin' what I do Walkin' down the street, smokin' *** In my black locs, lookin' at you
I done been to Hell and back Left for dead, you know who to thank for that Finished my second LP without a Dr. Dre track You can take my soul but can't take my plaques
I'm the *** snare when it touch the beat I'm the 808 drum that got you movin' your feet I'm the heir to the throne after the D R E Product of my environment
You old *** get ready for your early retirement Before I let hip hop burn down I run in the building like a fireman Who can out spit me when I'm high off ***? Throwin' back Patron shots in some creased up Dickies
I'm D.O.C. certified, Ice Cube 'Lynch'd' me Snoop stamped me and the good Doc handpicked me You still with me? Me and my mic Can't be separated like Interscope and hahahaha
Oh ***, this some good *** That California *** This is the aftermath for the Aftermath West Coast
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