paroles de chanson Street Kings (feat. The Get Low Family) - Game feat. The Get Low Family
Fuck
it,
yo,
who
the
best
MC
on
the
west?
By
far
it's
me
and
in
my
car
is
a
continental
tea
And
my
broad
in
that
continental
suite
With
the
armadillo
rollin'
up
dutches
like
that
motherfuckers
Beef
with
the
kid,
click
clack,
motherfuckers
Let
them
bullets
burn
your
six
pack,
motherfuckers
Get
jacked,
motherfucker,
when
you
come
to
Compton
Get
a
mack,
motherfucker,
when
you
come
to
Compton
I
walk
through
Times
Square
holdin'
my
Johnson
A
cross
style
Jada
make
a
run
threw
Yonkers
I
got
D-blocks
like
the
locks
and
these
glocks
like
to
pop
And
nigga
I
like
your
watch,
so
roll
over,
you
can
die
with
the
jury
First
nigga,
take
the
stand
to
testify
he
gonna
die
with
the
jury
And
I
might
kidnap
the
judge
or
send
a
team
To
lean
on
the
prosecutors
so
the
DA
budge
I
got
niggas
that'll
ride
for
a
grand
So
handover
my
rock
like
Earl
Manson
You
can
die
where
you
stand
You
got
his
back
you
can
die
with
your
man
I'll
let
you
jog
for
about
30
seconds
then
you
gunned
down
You
know
this
GL
shit
we
got
G's
on
the
line
Or
G's
on
the
squad,
all
week
on
the
grind
And
if
you
doubt
that
step
up,
'cuz
we
ain't
hard
to
find
Street
kings
in
our
prime
you
want
us
then
come
and
try
us
You
know
this
GL
shit
we
got
G's
on
the
line
Or
G's
on
the
squad
all
week
on
the
grind
And
if
you
doubt
that
step
up,
'cuz
we
ain't
hard
to
find
Street
kings
in
our
prime,
you
want
us
then
come
and
try
us
I'm
a
take
it
to
the
next,
take
it
to
a
motherfuckin'
neck
Pull
up
on
a
nigga
holdin'
triggers
and
techs
We
droppin'
square
beads,
you
easy
to
read
This
is
the
end
of
the
road
for
whole
ass
MC's
Smoke
grass
by
the
pound,
glock
holds
17
rounds
And
the
flow'll
knock
any
nigga
down
Rap
you
like
a
burrito
come
threw
and
kill
you
and
your
people
Said
them
that
I
shitted
on
you
nigga
like
I
was
a
flock
of
seagulls
Infrared
beam
like
a
traffic
jam
at
night
Handle
any
man
in
sight
with
his
hands
upon
a
mic
Wanna
light,
I
got
the
torch,
California
up
north
For
any
nigga
puttin'
flamed
on
a
Porches
and
never
drive
on
Bitch,
you're
gonna
die
on
San
Quinton
for
and
five
catch
a
live
one
Bust
shots
at
the
clouds,
so
we
can
shine
some
Get
up
off
your
ass
and
nigga
and
grind
some
You
know
this
GL
shit,
we
got
G's
on
the
line
Or
G's
on
the
squad
all
week
on
the
grind
And
if
you
doubt
that
step
up,
'cuz
we
ain't
hard
to
find
Street
kings
in
our
prime
you
want
us
then
come
and
try
us
You
know
this
GL
shit
we
got
G's
on
the
line
Or
G's
on
the
squad,
all
week
on
the
grind
And
if
you
doubt
that
step
up,
'cuz
we
ain't
hard
to
find
Street
kings
in
our
prime
we're
touching
the
streets
grinds
Flash
fuckers
on
the
tip
of
the
gat
You
can
put
on
flat
but
I'll
kill
that,
I'll
open
you
up
like
a
mat
Even
if
you
heard
at
I
squirted
and
murdered
a
man
And
these
new
school
nigga
talk
like
we
heard
of
them
plans
Seventy-two
times
36
millimeters
in
your
mini
van
Gettin'
off
on
you
nigga
and
your
mini-mans
Only
thing
runnin'
is
blood
nigga
so
we
gettin'
grand
So
we
will
bust
your
head,
nigga,
straight
through
your
hand
Or
get
off
in
yo
ass
nigga
like
Jackie
Chan
And
when
it's
all
said
and
done
it's
a
one
will
stand
Gunnin'
this
motorbike,
feelin'
this
power
man
A
185
miles
per
hour,
man,
I
stay
co-relatin'
with
the
Taliban
I
show
up,
show
up,
show
up,
show
up
Niggaz
talk
about
money,
they
forgot
the
struggle
Playas
paint
a
perfect
picture,
they
forgot
the
hustle
Pieces
of
a
puzzle,
guzzlin'
pints,
watchin'
the
moonlight
Turn
to
sunlight,
street
more
gun
fights,
penitentiary
kites
Seen
a
man
turn
to
mice
than
mice
turn
to
man
See
my
nigga
take
the
stand
turn
my
other
mans
hand
Got
me
nauseous
in
my
abdomen,
got
me
servin'
grams
again
Grams
rapped
in
rubber
bands,
22's
on
them
rubbers
bands
Slow
rollin,
'dro
blowin',
I'm
gettin'
rich
you
see
my
fro
growin'
Ho's
knowin'
I
pimp
them
to
the
fullest,
respect
a
gangsta
You
can
shoot
but
I
eat
bullets,
I
shit
missiles
And
my
eyeballs
look
like
crystals,
my
shits
official
It's
more
humaro
Merofrista
Yo,
yo,
it's
Luke
and
everything
I
sit
on
fat
Niggaz
be
like
oh
shit,
how
a
nigga
shit
on
that?
You
wanna
see
me
shit
on
and
grit
on
tracks
Glock
with
the
red
paint,
puttin'
it
on
hat
Talk
about
the
real
thing
not
the
760
The
reason
that
they
took
the
fair
team
to
get
me
You
don't
want
it
with
my
dogs,
you
got
teeni
guys
I
mean
itsy
bitsy
little
bitty
weeni
guys
I
done
seen
them
guys
bought
as
big
as
my
gats
And
they
ain't
even
got
enough
strength
to
squeeze
on
that
You
want
real
hard
core
shit
I
be's
on
that
Cop
the
XLT
you
put
threes
on
that,
put
cheese
on
hats
When
luchi
seeks
squeeze
on
gats
we
even
leave
these
on
flat
G's
messin'
low
they
got
g's
on
that
and
have
How
your
momma
outside
screamin'
"Please
don't
clap"
You
know
this
GL
shit
we
got
G's
on
the
line
Or
G's
on
the
squad,
all
week
on
the
grind
And
if
you
doubt
that
step
up,
'cuz
we
ain't
hard
to
find
Street
kings
in
our
prime
we're
touching
the
streets
grinds
You
know
this
GL
shit
we
got
G's
on
the
line
Or
G's
on
the
squad,
all
week
on
the
grind
And
if
you
doubt
that
step
up,
'cuz
we
ain't
hard
to
find
Street
kings
in
our
prime
you
want
us
then
come
and
try
us
You
know
this
GL
shit
we
got
G's
on
the
line
Or
G's
on
the
squad,
all
week
on
the
grind
And
if
you
doubt
that
step
up,
'cuz
we
ain't
hard
to
find
Street
kings
in
our
prime
we're
touching
the
streets
grinds
You
know
this
GL
shit
we
got
G's
on
the
line
Or
G's
on
the
squad,
all
week
on
the
grind
And
if
you
doubt
that
step
up,
'cuz
we
ain't
hard
to
find
Street
kings
in
our
prime
you
want
us
then
come
and
try
us
1 The Game Intro
2 Neighborhood Superstars 2 (feat. JT the Bigga Figga)
3 When Shit (feat. JT the Bigga Figga)
4 Im Looking
5 Real Gangstaz
6 Drama Iz Real
7 Compton to Fillmoe (feat. JT the Bigga Figga)
8 El Presidente (feat. Telly Mac)
9 G.A.M.E
10 Cali Boyz
11 Who the Illest (feat. Sean T)
12 Bleek Iz
13 Street Kings (feat. The Get Low Family)
14 Don't Cry (feat. Blu Chip)
15 Exclusively (feat. The Get Low Family) [Live]
16 Compton Compton
17 Game Outro (feat. JT the Bigga Figga)
18 Troublesome
19 We Gangsta (feat. Sean T)
20 Put It In the Air
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