put you on the game (po clean edit) - game lyrics
verse 1]
first things first (aftermath), the chronic is back
this is indo produced by timbo
game ova, naw the nwa chain choka
is burnin rubber inside the range rova
chain smokin, purple haze, this ain’t
anotha one of those this the rebirth of dre
the rebirth of la, the rebirth of hip-hop
another memorial for makaveli and big pop
hold up, timb stop. i said this anotha memorial
for makaveli and big pop, g-g-g-g-g!
young homie got sh-t locked, public enemy #1
flava flav on the wristw-tch. all black g-units
all black impala, im a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo
50 cent know i’m comptons most wanted when
i’m ridin wit timbo
[chorus]
girl if you got a big back lemme bend that
show me where ya friends at we can flip that
lemme put you on the game.
i show you where the bloods at where the krypts at
show you where they flip crack, where they b-tch at
[verse 2]
i ain’t got the west on my shoulda, got the west
in the backseat of the rova. ridin on dubs, n-gg-
i’m westcoastin. the next hova from the home of
the best doja, makin all that racket, i got the u.s. open
stunt on me i’ll leave u wit ya chest open, vest broken
hop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin, g-g-g-g-g!
i done paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news.
i got dre in the back, ridin on 22’s. b-tches screamin
‘let me ride’, it must be the shoes. red and black g6’s
red dot on the glock, i’m goin 3x platinum dawg how
do i stop? i’m hot
[chorus]
[verse 3]
my unit is gorilla, f-ck with my la familia,
i will kill ya. i know that boy not familia(r),
but you got to feel em if the docta sealed em
(is compton in the house?) without a doubt
i’m the rapper wit clout otha n-gg-z yap about.
you know the one that introduced new york to
the beach cruiser, got em puttin red and blue
strings in they g-units. get groupie luv,
tell em to keep movin, if i gotta problem wit a b-tch
i let eve do it. unless she got on a ?pearl?
and i can see through it, i don’t just let her ride
i give her the keys to it. me n my b-tch layed back
in the coupe, i’m movin in the neighborhood i ain’t
p-ssin through. i woulda been here afta snoop,
but i slowed down and showed timbaland how to iron a khaki suit.
[chorus]
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