The Game Feat. Tracey Nelson Da Shit Lyrics

Intro:

Now where's the s___?
The s___?
The s___!
N*gga whatsup man?
Come on kill that noise man, let's just get the s___,
Don't worry, you'll get the s___,
You'll be,
Knee deep in s___!

Chorus: (The Game)

I'm a G, you can't see me,
That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth b____)
I'm the s___, and you know,
It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z)
Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
As I cruise, streets of Compton
(Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevrolet, tell them *****z)

Verse 1:

I let the whole world know that I can't be stopped,
Even without Doc I'm still from the (Streets of Compton),
Yeah ***** I said it, and I'ma stay on top,
Like a hoodrat with bomb a__ c___,
Run up in 'em like these rap *****z, I ain't gotta clap *****z,
End your career with one line like that *****,
Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce,
Let it jump, Killa-for-ni-a is where I'm from,
3 wheelin' with the a__ out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out,
On the way to my ***** Daz house,
He always gotta big bad b____ from Long Beach,
She a known freak and she gotta long reach,
She gon' touch it, suck it, f**k it, never back down,
'specially when Al Green in the background,
Now b____ hit the weed and turn that a__ round,
It's time to bring back Chronic into Doggystyle,
Westcoast *****z still holdin' s___ down,

Chorus: (The Game)

Verse 2:

I'm back on the cover of the Source and the XXL,
Floatin' all through the (Streets of Compton),
I got more b____es, more plaques, more beef, and more straps,
That's what the f**k I call "Gangsta Rap",
I was the Aftermath remedy 'till friends turn enemies,
Streets kept me laced like bloods dipped in hennessey,
You *****z act like the Game can't roll 'em out,
One man show still sell a motherf**ker out,
We know Dre still sell a motherf**ker out,
''cause everybody here from the (Streets of Compton),
We got crip *****z, blood *****z, eses, asians,
Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces,
I kept you *****z waiting had to take you back to the basics,
Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Daitons,
Everytime your b____ hear my voice she masturbating,
I run trhough hoes like Walter Payton on the daily,
I got your main b____ swallowing my babies,

Chorus: (The Game)

I'm the Westcoast Rakim, got you *****z blocked in,
Glass house parked sideways on the stock rims,
New school, old school mentality,
Translation - Four pumps and twelve batteries,
Hydraulics make the world go round,
Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down,
For she end up like superhead, giving superhead,
Every ***** in the industry now f**k superhead,
And I might just f**k her too,
If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the (Streets of Compton),
Rolling down Green Leaf smoking on that green leaf,
With a Mac 10 like I was born on Queen's Street,
Murder MCs like I was born in Queensbridge,
That how I show you palm *****z where the King is,
And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock,
I'm in the Hall Of Fame next to Snoop, behind 'Pac,
I got the whole motherf**king world locked,

Chorus: (The Game)

(Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevrolet, tell them *****z)

Outro:

Everybody wanna know what the f**k is going on,
Am I signed to Aftermath? Interscope? What's up with Geffen?
I'ma just say it like this...
One day I walked in the motherf**kin' house,
And all my s___ was gone.