Текст песни Rookie Card - Game

You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5
Whatever way dog, The Game get live
Keepin' it gangsta in a P.D. fitted velour
Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four
The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a concert dog
Talkin' 'bout ten niggas in converts dog

Get it crackin' like we out in the yard, and the warden's watchin'
Only difference is the whores is watchin'
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P-T
Run with the Pound like I'm from DPG
If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low, we get dough
In the Yay, they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low, we get dough
In the Yay, they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin' rocky
The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes
Avi jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels
In my neighborhood, I'm Young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake
So cover my face, and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang
80-karats on my pinky and rang

Crews buzz when you speaking my name, 'cause I'm deep in the game
With top cool thangs and million dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high
Now we soaring through the spacious skies
Strap yo' body with them K's and ride, the handle is up
Switching gears, hit the pedal and ride

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low, we get dough
In the Yay, they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low, we get dough
In the Yay, they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

I'm a shining star
And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze
Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so-