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Hollywood (Feat. Scarface) – The Game

Lirik lagu: Hollywood (Feat. Scarface)

[Verse 1: Game]
Open up the mind of a killer
Niggas on the front line, strong as gorillas
Another dead body in the mist
Compton tattooed on his stomach
Ain’t that a bitch?
Hub city with, buck fifty
Reunite with G-unit? Bitch, fuck 50
Look, take this dick or take this hit
We do it big, keep our bitches on that fey-fey shit
So what it is, let me tell you what it ain’t
Niggas trying to leave the city but they can’t
Stuck on Central and Rosecrans
America meet the dope man
More gold than Trinidad James, guns in both hands
Fiends smokin’ rock outta Coke cans
Seduced by that white girl, Marilyn Monroe man
You got some weed, and the Molly good
Now take your bitch-ass to Hollywood
Now take your bitch-ass to Hollywood
Now take your bitch-ass to Hollywood

[Verse 2: Scarface]
Light, camera, action, you’re gone
Hollywood swing, but when I catch you it’s on
The streets got 3 simple rules we abide by
Hear no evil, speak none, you through blind eyes
Niggas need to learn to keep they mouth shut
Nosey motherfuckers get their ass shot the fuck up
It’s money over everything, trust me
So I’mma let my nuts hang, and plus we’ve
Been known to pull them murderous stunts
And get away scot-free, niggas puffin’ they blunts
And gettin’ down in they movie room
My niggas Loonie Tunes
That’s when it’s fuck me, then it’s fuck you
I’m all day plottin’ on that get-back
And when it’s all mapped out, you finna get that
I show a motherfucker where the strength at
I said I had an army and I meant that
So if Holly wanna hide in California then Holly could
But I’ve got killers off in Holly-hood
So take your bitch-ass out to Hollywood
Take your bitch-ass out to Hollywood

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Money – The Game

[The Game]
Kanye told me that “Jesus Walks” in ’04
But I grew up around Impala’s and drug lords
Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug stores
All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore
Fuck the police, they hop out and bust doors
I ain’t goin’ back to jail, nigga that’s what I flush for
My money or my glock, who do I trust more?
I don’t know, it’s probably the one that I touch more
Guess it’s the green, ’cause paper motivate niggaz
And my Rolex racist ’cause it hate niggaz
I used to only sell 8’s like that Laker nigga
Now I’m movin’ 24’s like I play at the Staples Center
You might miss The Game so nigga don’t blink
My Phantom stand out like Frank Lucas’ mink
So go ahead and think, like Frank Lucas think
Somebody’ll find your brains on the fuckin’ kitchen sink about

[Chorus]
Dead presidents, big paper (“for the money”)
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get (“money”)
My bitches get (“money”) like the strippers get
From the block to the club I’ll make it rain (“money”)
In California niggaz die (“for the money”)
From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the (“money”)
Don’t stop gettin’ (“money”) It don’t matter where you from
If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin’ that (“money”)

[The Game]
I get it, that Baby and Slim, Cash Money
All the jewelry on your whole crew, that’s my tax money
That Pablo Escobar crack money
That LeBron first Nike contract money
That make it rain, all my niggaz throw a stack money
Stack it to the ceilin’ then call it Shaq money
That walk in the club, straight to the back money
Flavor of Love, Deelishis sittin’ on my lap money
That rap money, niggaz get clapped money
Air Force One’s don’t bend when I trap money
Ooooh, I’m Rich like Porter
Havin’ Alpo nightmares whippin’ that water
Like McDonald’s, I was flippin’ them orders
In that ’02 Porche truck, whizzin’ through borders
I was through flippin’ quarters when I made my first mill’
I’m about a dollar, 50 Cent ain’t real?

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[Chorus]
Dead presidents, big paper (“for the money”)
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get (“money”)
My bitches get (“money”) like the strippers get
From the block to the club I’ll make it rain (“money”)
In California niggaz die (“for the money”)
From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the (“money”)
Don’t stop gettin’ (“money”) It don’t matter where you from
If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin’ that (“money”)

[The Game]
Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases
Order that Patron, tell ’em we want three cases
Fuck a black car, you see these green faces?
Look at my chest, now you seen fakers
Treat my money like the Cristal that we wastin’
Cause I’m a money machine, I could re-make it
You a fool thinkin’ that Freddy could see Jason
I’ve been iced out, like who the fuck need Jacob
The doc told me to be patient, but I want
money like Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent
I’m tryin’ to make enough money so I could feed Asia
Have Asians in the kitchen cookin’ in Louis V. aprons
Word to Martha Stewart, if I could park a Buick
Then I could flip a Brink’s truck, I got the heart to do it
Ball like the nigga Tony Parker do it
Speak no engles but dinero I talk it fluent

[Chorus]
Dead presidents, big paper (“for the money”)
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get (“money”)
My bitches get (“money”) like the strippers get
From the block to the club I’ll make it rain (“money”)
In California niggaz die (“for the money”)
From the South to New York, them bullets fly for the (“money”)
Don’t stop gettin’ (“money”) It don’t matter where you from
If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin’ that (“money”)

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Cali Sunshine – The Game

[Chorus]
California sunshine, in the summer time [4x]

Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux,
Most recent was 50 in Angola, that’s what’s up,
Any rapper could touched, any bitch could get fucked,
Under the California sun, impalas and big trucks,
They say Suge got knocked out, but don’t play that nigga cheap,
Cuz you’re body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach,
Ain’t shit sweet but my Swisher, ain’t shit buzzin but my liquor,
Cali chickens got to the 80’s strip and come back a little thicker,
With more ass then Delicious, that’s my Flavor of Love,
We make it rain like Rainman, when he play with the glove,
I’m the king to you pawn niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas,
Playin in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas,
We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggas,
Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggas,
We drink Kool Aid with the ice on your arm nigga,
Take that Champion hoody off in the California sunshine

[Chorus]

I’m in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard,
We can’t find Biggies’ killers so we gave Diddy a star,
And I’m by far, Hollywood boulevard,
but I’m from a boulevard that tought ya’ll to shoot out of moving cars,
Remember, New Jersey driver’s like a East Coast menace,
And Belly was like the sequel without O-Dogg in it,
Give me a New York minute,
to show you Cali got more dead bodies then the Yankees got New York pennants,
Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the windows tinted,
I duck shots where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis,
And they never came back, like throwin a boomerang flat,
See me, I’m posted like a Cincinatti pitcher in the same hat,
It’s like a scene from a movie, when the screen fade black,
Niggas roll up on you, Now you stuck in that Harold and Cane trap,
If you slippin in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched,
I know some niggas that know some niggas, Ill get your chain back.

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[Chorus]

Niggas already know who had the marijuana first,
We birthed haze and sour diesel, I was there when the water burst,
Hell nah we don’t surf, We half way go to church,
Tell you the truth, shiit, right now I’m in the fuckin hearse,
And it ain’t my night to get buried in the dirt
But it is your day to get buried by a verse,
It’ll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here,
Where he been, I been there, that Lambo, I’m in there,
Hotter then the beginning of my career with 50, Dre and Em there,
Top off the Murcialago like Victoria’s Secret swim swear,
So listen, I’m so sincere, bout to work out like gym wear,
Murder MTV’s top ten, and tat my face with 10 tears,
That’s 10 funerals, 10 caskets,
10 3-piece Ralph Lauren suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic,
And 10 reasons why I got California hotter than acid,
Don’t you ever, ever leave me out of the top 10 you fuckin’ bastards
Blaow.

[Chorus]

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Taylor Made (Feat. Wiz Khalifa) – The Game

Lirik lagu: Taylor Made (Feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Game – Chorus]
Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang
That’s my nigga Wiz and I’m Chuck Taylor mayne
We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne
We get high, fuck hoes, and roll paper planes
Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang
Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane
We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane
So throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made

[Game]
I wake up in the morning to Red Converse
Dre Beats on, listening to Bomb first
You got a hangover nigga, mine’s worse
Haze got me kicking knowledge like a Nas verse
Shit be complicated like out of towners
trying to understand why we say waddup Blood
but we not related
That’s how Compton made it,
so don’t run around yelling Soo Woo without a Chuck Taylor confirmation
On that documentary shit I shocked the nation
Muhammad Ali shit like I boxed in Vegas
When it come to beef shit, nigga I’m the greatest
I knew I was next the night they shot Pac in Vegas
I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
I see a bitch looking, I’mma end up in her pussy
See ya later, fuck haters, cause bitch we Taylors
Bitch we major

[Game – Chorus]
Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang
That’s my nigga Wiz and I’m Chuck Taylor mayne
We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne
We get high, fuck hoes, and roll paper planes
Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang
Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane
We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane
Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made

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[Wiz Khalifa Verse]
Probably heard I’m the tightest
And I heard that you never smoked so I rolled it, you light it
And I heard that you liked it
And I welcome you to my world you’ve been cordially invited
Now I got the whole world excited
Know every word when they heard that I write it
Know I can fuck every girl cause my jewelry the brightest, and my herb is the lightest
Some niggas mad I made it, blame it all on perfect timing
I say I made it big cause I stuck to the cursive writing
These niggas rather be a has-been then not be famous at all
I learned you ain’t really gotta be famous to ball
I’m hustling hard, and turning bitches to custumers soon as they get in front of us,
Bad hoes after the shows rushing up
Baby them niggas clowns talk down but they look up to us
May look the same but I’m nothing like them suckas
So fuck what them niggas sayin’ and keep reppin’ the gang

[Game – Chorus]

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