Lyrics Alameda - The Game
Alameda,
Alameda
Alameda,
Alameda
Alameda,
Alameda
Alameda,
Alameda
Nigga
pause
when
you
see
us
Fat
red
laces
in
them
Grant
Hill
Filas
Young
misfits,
born
underachievers
Mama
couldn't
feed
us,
white
sheets
when
you
leave
us
We
be
fucking
with
hood
rats,
gang
bang
divas
One
braiding
hair,
one
lacing
my
Adidas
Looking
at
them
train
tracks,
niggas
scared
to
cross
'em
Them
same
fucking
train
tracks
run
all
the
way
to
Slauson
Running
from
the
T-Flats,
tryna
keep
'em
off
us
Look
over
my
shoulder,
pray
to
God
that
I
lost
'em
Bust
ninas
and
toss
'em,
screaming
out
what
what
Westside
Compton,
nigga
we
don't
give
a
fuck
fuck
Nigga
preach,
dead
in
the
coffin
Let
the
preacher
praise,
paramedics
bring
us
off
Nigga
rest
in
peace,
blowing
reefer
Cedar
Block
Bompton
Piru,
that's
on
my
see
through
YG
blowing
speakers,
riding
down
Alameda,
Alameda
Alameda,
Alameda
Alameda,
Alameda
Alameda,
Alameda
Cedar
Block
Bompton
Piru,
that's
on
my
see
through
YG
blowing
speakers,
riding
down
Alameda,
Alameda
Alameda,
Alameda
Alameda,
Alameda
Alameda,
Alameda
1 Get High
2 Freeway
3 Block Wars
4 Alameda
5 Gutter
6 Murder
7 Bullet With Your Name On It
8 Run It
9 Lights Go Out
10 Uzis and Grenades
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