The Game - Remedy текст песни

Текст песни Remedy - The Game



As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
Smokin chronic just Let Me Ride
You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin' motherfucker
Throw it up for the king of L.A.
I'm known for makin' bitches take they clothes off
Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft
I'm hard as a motherfuckin' ounce of raw
Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball
Fuck the law! Feedin my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20, G answer
Cocaine been around for centuries
Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the Public Enemy
Ridin' the bass drum, Just Blaze got the Remedy
I got the remedy
Aftermath got the remedy
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me
I'm from the City of Angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy
And starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked
(Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black
'Cause walkin' in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin'
Is like Giuliani tryin' to get rid of the gangbangers
Now that 'Pac passed, tryin' to put us on Death Row
Get ready for the Aftermath
I run through the city like Godzilla
Doin' mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killer
Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy
There go another victim of a one-eight-seven
Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand
Even the toughest niggaz run when my gun go blam
So kick back and watch the bitches dance
N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherfuckin' hands
I got the remedy
Aftermath got the remedy
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'
Niggaz endin they careers tryin' to shut me up
Actin' like I traded in my khakis for a button up
The West Coast still dippin'
Game still Bloodin', and Snoop still Crippin'
So what you sayin' loc? Red and blue bandana
Tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke
They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke
Shit got my head spinnin' like the hundred spokes
Three wheelin' through the neighborhood
System on blast, as the motherfuckin' one-time pass
The key to drivebys is aim steady
Turn that Bape hoody into motherfuckin' confetti
When you cross that enemy line
Close your eyes, parental discretion is advised



Авторы: HAYES ISAAC LEE, TAYLOR JAYCEON TERRELL, SMITH JUSTIN GREGORY, SADLER ERIC T, BOXLEY JAMES HENRY, RIDENHOUR CARLTON DOUGLAS, ISBELL ALVERTIS, DRAYTON WILLIAM JONATHAN


The Game - Doctor's Advocate
Альбом Doctor's Advocate
дата релиза
14-11-2006




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