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palm trees 'n gun smoke - the game lyrics

[intro: kelly finnigan]
wipe your tears away (ooh)
please try and wipe your tears away (prince productions)
wipe your tears away (ooh)
please try and wipe your tears away

[verse 1]
one last switch
one last hop
one last ride through compton
one last blunt with the doc
and ain’t no sinnin’ on this drop
f*ck all them stars on the top
subliminal or not, i scr*pe the serial off the clock
i got two felonies, gun chargers and selling weed
one strike from doing life, catchin’ fades up on that level three
ain’t no turtle sh*llin’ me
i represent the letter b, different pedigree
i load the clip and set it free
pistols, missiles aimed at your gristle
your baby mama with me, she don’t need the tissue
your n*ggas, they don’t want no issues
i seen h*lla n*ggas die from the type of sh*t i live through
cemetery tributes, doves and sh*t
summertime shootouts, duck them slugs and dip
i grew up around essays, bloods and crips
aftermath, yeah, i california love this sh*t
[bridge]
we did the impossible, now we unstoppable
this for the pac in you
this for the doc in you
ain’t a n*gga alive that can tell me what i can do
ain’t nothing stoppin’ you from doing this sh*t we prolly do
we might just back*to*back bentley’s when we roll up
we might drag race by the precinct and do some donuts
we might play chicken with yachts, and f*ck em’ both up
show you a million close*up but when the w’s go up*

[chorus]
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, get your motherf*ckin’ hands up
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees*

[verse 2]
n*ggas know when i step inside this motherf*cker
glock on my hip, don’t make me exercise this motherf*cker
pandemic is over, we back outside, no mask
i know you recognize me motherf*cker
got your life in my hands
don’t make me jeopardize this motherf*cker
your cup have runneth over
bring a n*gga closer to god, use the bible as a silencer and quote the quran
you think i’m slippin’?
cause these b*tches with me, both of them armed
and they shooters, word to the automores on both of my arms
i see them snakes in the grass, i get to mowin’ the lawn
and let the spirit of my ops buy a ghost for my mom
and they gon’ cherish this
it’s in my blood, it’s in my heritage
and we don’t snitch n*gga, not even to our therapist
[bridge]
we did the impossible, now we unstoppable
this for the pac in you
this for the doc in you
ain’t a n*gga alive that can tell me what i can do
ain’t nothing stoppin’ you from doing this sh*t we prolly do
we might just back*to*back bentley’s when we roll up
we might drag race by the precinct and do some donuts
we might play chicken with yachts, and f*ck em’ both up
show you a million close*up but when the w’s go up*

- the game lyrics

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