Lyrics Lookin At You - The Game
Walking
down
the
street,
in
my
All
Stars
In
my,
khaki
suit,
doin
what
I
do
Walking
down
the
street,
smoking,
chronic
In
my
black
locs,
lookin,
at
you
Guess
who's
back
on
the
West
coast
tracks
It's
the
motherfucking
messiah
of
gangsta
rap
Still
dip
in
the
six-fo',
still
puffin
on
the
same
chronic
Haters
mad
cause
I
still
got
it
I
never
fall
off,
even
without
the
Doc
You
niggas
sellin
your
soul
trying
to
stay
on
top
Bitch
nigga
check
your
Kotex
You
niggas
ain't
moving
shit
like
the
hand
on
a
fake-ass
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
motherfucking
most
hated
Keep
rolling
like
gold
Daytons
Niggas
got
the
game
fucked
up
like
Hennessy
with
a
Coke
chaser
You
gotta
deal
with
me,
I'm
the
West
Coast
savior
Niggas
think
of
me
every
time
they
six-fo'
scraper
What
do
you
call
a
nigga
who's
overbearing
Belligerent,
foul,
defiant
and
very
disrespectful?
You
call
that
nigga
the
Doctor's
Advocate
He's
a
reflection
of
Dr.
Dre
in
his
heyday
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
nigga's
infected
with
the
Game
virus
His
oratorical
skills
are
so
impeccable
That
niggas
in
the
streets
call
him
Cyrus
The
young
damu's
down
with
violence
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'
men
THAT'S,
the
end
I'll
be
walking
down
the
street,
in
my
All
Stars
In
my,
khaki
suit,
doin
what
I
do
Walking
down
the
street,
smoking,
chronic
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
motherfucking
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-ass
niggas
Get
ready
for
your
early
retirement
Before
I
let
hip-hop
burn
down
I
run
in
the
building
like
a
fireman
Who
can
outspit
me
when
I'm
high
off
sticky
Throwing
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
- hahaha
Ohhh
shit
This
some
good
ass
motherfucking
weed
California
sticky
green!
This
is
the
aftermath
for
the
Aftermath
West,
coast!
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1 Let's Ride
2 Remedy
3 It's Okay (One Blood)
4 It's Okay (One Blood)
5 Da Shit
6 Lookin At You
7 Too Much
8 Why You Hate the Game
9 Bang
10 California Vacation
11 Ol' English
12 Doctor's Advocate
13 One Night
14 Too Much
15 Scream On Em
16 Around the World
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