Cool & Dre Back on the motherfucking Westside L.A.X. niggas, yeah! You all know who the fuck I am!
I'm free as a motherfucking bird ,I swear! Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where? Posted on the block, in them black Airs In that all-black Phantom, hug the block like a bear Yeah, that V-12 is roaring Flying through the city with the pedal to the floor then I put them 26, inches on the curb Tell the hood I'm back, give me a corner let me serve Swerve, I'm still dope, that's my word All I did was switch the kitchens and subtract all the birds Irv.Gotti know I'm a Murderer Half these niggaz beefin with me, I never heard of them If I was the old me, I would murder them Matter fact, if I was the old me, I would CURTIS them Courtesy of my "Smith & Wesson" I kill tracks like AIDS nigga, get infected
[Chorus: The Game] The whole world been waiting on him Here I come, droptop Phantom I'm skatin on 'em Look around, all the bitch niggas hating on him Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008'n on them Big cars, big wheels, big chains (YEAHHH) Big pimpin, big money, big dreams Dreams (dreams) big dreams Dreams (dreams) big dreams, dreams
[The Game] I "Get Money" like Junior M.A.F.I.A. used to On my way to school, ten thousand in my FUBU Lunchtime I was selling Behind the bungalows, baggin up rocks the size of melons That's when the fiends start telling You can catch 'em on the couch, everyday at 4 o'clock like Ellen Primetime nigga, is my time nigga Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine nigga Cause when the sun come up From behind the sea, niggaz see me behind the BENT, don't stand for entertainment It stand for zero to 60, anybody see where Game went? To the hood, parked crooked behind that chain fence And I'm goin down behind my dogs but I ain't Vick Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick No I'm not the Dr. but I produce the same shit
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[Extended Chorus] Big cars, big wheels, big chains (YEAHHH) Big pimpin, big money, big dreams Dreams (dreams) big dreams Dreams (dreams) big dreams, dreams
[The Game] The Chronic, Makaveli to Doggystyle Bad influences, so my momma told me to turn 'em down She went to sleep so my father said I could turn it up What did he care, he in the bathroom sherm'n up So I let that Dogg Pound rock Let that Ice Cube knock, 'til my sister pressed stop Soon as she left out, like Diddy, I pressed play That's when that Hard Knock Life, introduced me to Just Blaze I would sit in my room, and just blaze Before chronic had all these funny names, it was just haze No hash, cause it was just haze And I would get so high, nigga that I would just gaze I mean I was so amazed somethin so fuckin green could turn this little-ass house into a maze Chronic 2001, got me through my hardest days And just think, my momma said marijuana was a phase
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[The Game] You was wrong momma Shit I love you but I'm still smokin I love you momma~! Chronic 2001 to infinity MOTHERFUCKER, haha Dr. Dre started it I just finished it! I mean, a-hem Picked up where the big homey left off, FEEL ME? AhahahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
