bentley on top drive or survive you safe me i think not,now they think 50 made me baby i think not,whos responsable for Game career i think Doc,dre the
s riir, niir! Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique: Young Shane, wit Young Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta
[Dr Dre] Ya'll know me still the same ol' Timmy But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese no deals and no G's No wheels and
'll think I'm the only man I'm not the only there's Methodman Afroman + more. Peace but before I go I have to score. Chorus: Dr.Dre: What's up all
goes the emineminem there aint no hittin him that think that we just cranked up but he been w them its trick and them goon sqad gangstas you cant
difference between me and you? What's the difference between me and you? Back when cube was rollin' wit Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin' wit a gang
I know so the world can hear me So peace to Jimmy and Dre for signin' my nigga He reached back to Detroit and grabbed a winner So the gangstas and thugs
I smell a pair of Silver Cologne Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch, leave me alone And tell Dr. Dre to
I dressed myself Who Goes to School in a Freddy Krueger Flannel? Black Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals A Lotta birthdays but we ain't never light candles Gang
, relax, grab a girl, and kick game And Dre pass the fifth, and that's only if I crew hold they head, no beef and don't riff Cause gangsta images Show
up (you know we got em) (I got 'em..Ludaa) (Ludacris) I throw it up like a cap and tassel I got my rap diploma I throw it up like the gangs in Southern
a rap [The Game - Verse 3] See I come from the bottom and they call me The Game But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name I took that Dr. Dre money
I've been rappin' for a year and a half, my life is real Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel Come to Compton, I got stripes for real Before Dre
've been rappin' for a year and a half, my life is real Put the gun in his mouth, he gon' bite the steel Come to Compton, I got stripes for real Before Dre
a thizz on my face and bob my head to the song Fall through the door with a smirk, haters feelings gettin' hurt 'Cause I pulled that main skirt, Mac Dre
This is, this is, this is Cook! Cool n Dre! Ain't nobody seeing this right here, we see nobody I know you came to party so, get up on yo feet Yeah baby
Cool an' Dre, uh Terror Squad, motherfuckers They're all gonna laugh at ya, haha They're all gonna laugh at ya Yeah, uh, haha (Yo, oh, God) Haha (Feedin