Текст песни Like Me - Game
7:46,
wake
up,
hand
on
my
dick
Lakers
lost
by
30
last
night,
I'm
talking
shit
Roll
up
the
backwood,
killer
in
my
spliff
Reading
GQ
magazine
while
I
take
a
shit
Walk
back
to
my
room,
wake
up
this
bitch
Kickin'
her
out,
dick
in
her
mouth,
that
Compton
shit,
boi
I'm
on
that
monster
shit,
boi
Chopper
out
the
trunk,
on
some
Compton
shit,
boi
I
remember
flipping
dimes
and
shit
Putting
five
to
them
planes,
that
La
Bamba
shit
Dr
Dre
ain't
got
time
for
this,
he
wearing
Beats
I
got
my
ear
to
the
ground,
lil'
nigga,
I'm
in
these
streets
like
Streetlights
and
lead
pipes,
up
in
the
projects
We
gon'
make
it
out
but
this
shit
is
a
slow
process
Lean
right,
keep
heat
tight,
don't
ever
digest
Hollow
tips
where
your
mind
rest,
you
forgot
They
don't
make
niggas
like
me
Nah,
they
don't
make
niggas
like
me
They
don't
make
niggas
like
me
They
don't
make
niggas
like
me
Wassup
I'm
that
nigga
sold
packs
by
the
bungalows
Animal
out
here,
my
niggas
in
the
jungles
know
I'm
cold
like
one
below
in
Green
Bay
Had
the
water
on
the
block,
to
the
fiends
I
was
a
stingray
I
had
a
Z
before
I
seen
Jay
I
had
the
West,
I
used
to
sling
yay
But
sometimes
when
tables
turn
like
a
DJ
Had
them
rocks
and
them
bands
like
Green
Day
I
used
to
listen
to,
project
pepto
straps
and
sell
crack
Used
to
smoke
that
Bobby
Brown,
fuck
rats
and
sit
back
On
my
forte,
was
more
yay,
my
enemies
got
gift-wrapped
The
two
nicks
in
two
days
Got
new
fits
and
new
Js
Thankful
for
my
two
Ks
My
vision
clear
as
Blu-ray
Kill
your
ass
today
Knock
the
glue
off
your
toupée
My
guns
like
"hi",
leave
that
shy
shit
to
Lupe
Then
chop
the
top
off
the
coupe,
doomsday
They
don't
make
niggas
like
me
Nah,
they
don't
make
niggas
like
me
They
don't
make
niggas
like
me
They
don't
make
niggas
like
me
Cook
crack
nigga
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