Lyrics 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

1 No More Fun And Games
2 Remedy
3 Wouldn't Get Far
4 Why You Hate the Game
5 Dreams
6 Let's Ride
7 California Vacation
8 It's Okay (One Blood)
9 Hate It Or Love It
10 Like Father, Like Son
11 Special
12 How We Do
13 Put You On The Game
14 Compton
15 Intro To The Documentary
16 Westside Story
17 Church For Thugs
18 Doctor's Advocate
19 Da Shit
20 One Night
21 Ol' English
22 Higher
23 Don't Need Your Love
24 Start From Scratch
25 The Documentary
26 Runnin'
27 We Ain't
28 Where I'm From
29 Don't Worry
30 Lookin At You
31 Too Much
32 Scream On Em
33 Bang
34 Around the World
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.