paroles de chanson Why You Hate the Game - The Game
Y'all
know
what
it
is...
The
streets
named
me
Illmatic,
for
that
I'm
still
at
it.
Can't
hate
us...
Fellas...
Vice
behind
me
on
the
intersection,
Sex
and
drugs,
my
anthology
on
perfection,
Dress
superb,
admired
by
conspirers,
Who
wanna
try
me,
but
ain't
high
enough
to
four-five
me
up,
Child
of
the
eighties,
y'all
niggas
is
lazy,
Complain
about
labour
pains,
nigga
show
me
the
baby,
And
my
nigga
Game,
light
another
L,
pass
the
bottle,
Pro-black,
I
don't
take
cotton
out
of
aspirin
bottles,
Yeah,
I
learnt
my
lessons,
and
heard
y'all
snitchin',
Witnessin'
you
rockin'[?]with
Nas,
confirmed
my
suspicion,
Green
fatigues
on,
My
niggas
I
bleed
for
'em,
I
can
show
'em
the
water,
but
can't
make
'em
drink
it,
And
I
can
show
'em
my
fortunes
but
can't
force
'em
to
think
rich,
And
still
I
don't
abort
'em[?]when
and
if
they
sink
quick,
Ignore
the
ignorance,
I
rep
the
brilliance
of
Queensbridge,
And
pray
to
fans,
let
Murder
Inc.
live...(8
Bars...
kind
of)I
don't
talk
about
my
guns,
nigga
I
just
blaze...'
Pac
is
watchin',
Big
is
listenin',
While
Pun
talkin'
to
us,
Jam
Jay
still
spinnin',
To
every
nigga
listenin'
I
was
supposed
to
be
amongst
kings,
my
Mom
shouted
out
at
my
Christening.
And
while
you
still
listenin',
Shyne
locked
in
a
man
hole,
Cam
got
shot
inside
his
lambo',
sample,
life
is
a
gamble,
15
years
old
red
rag
around
my
hand,
My
sisters
used
to
laugh
and
call
me
'
Rambo',
Seen
Eazy's
legacy
melt
away
like
a
candle,
I
rekindled
the
flame,
Dre
created
The
Game,
nigga
with
an
attitude
from
the
cloth
I
came,
Young
homie
ate
his
way
up
from
the
bottom
of
the
food
chain.
Keep
the
crown,
clown,
I
rock
an
LA
Dodger
Fitted,
I
showed
my
ass
at
Summer
Jam
but
New
York
was
down
with
it,
Now
the
ball's
in
my
court,
never
dribble
out
of
bounds
with
it.
Behind
the
back
to
Nas,
he
alley
oop
to
Jigga,
Nigga(8
Bars)
Me
and
nasty
puffin',
this
a
classic,
trust
me,
How
you
gon'
pass
the
dutchie[?]to
them
niggas
that
don't
love
me,
I'm
talkin'
niggas
that
never
wanted
to
see
me
on
top,
Same
niggas
that
never
wanted
to
see
the
Doctor's
Advocate
drop,
flop,
I
think
not,
I'll
fuck
you
rap
niggas
like
virgins,
Dre
took
my
training
wheels
off
his
curtains.
I
don't
need
no
encore,
no
claps,
no
cheers,
The
Game
ain't
over,
this
the
beginning
of
my
career,
The
ending
of
yours,
the
endin
of
his,
Like
Flavor
Flav's
clock,
I'm
back
to
handle
my
biz,
Ngga,
it's
Game
Time,
that
was
Dre's
favorite
line,
Back
when
proof
was
in
the
booth
and
I
recited
his
lines,
And
I
still
think
about
my
nigga
from
time
to
time,
Make
me
wanna
call
50,
and
let
him
know
what's
on
my
mind,
But
I
just
hold
back
cuz
we
ain't
beefin
like
that,
He
aint
Big,
and
I
ain't
Pac,
and
we
just
eatin
off
rap.
One
love.(8
Bars)
I'll
do
Marsha's
bit
if
you
want,
but
it
seems
kinda
pointless.
I
thought
Nas
was
on
point
with
his
multis,
the
cotton
line
is
a
bit
old
though.
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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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