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game - lookin' at you lyrics

(feat. mac minister)

[chorus: sung by tracey nelson]
walkin down the street, in my all stars
in my, khaki suit, doin what (i) do
walkin down the street, smokin, chronic
in my black locs, lookin, (at) you

[the game]
guess who’s back on the west coast tracks
it’s the motherf-ckin messiah of gangsta rap
still dip in the six-fo’, still puffin on the same chronic
haters mad cause i still got it
i never fall off, even without the doc
you n-gg-z sellin your soul tryin to stay on top
b-tch n-gg- check your kotex, you n-gg-z ain’t movin sh-t
like the hand on a fake–ss rolex
i’m five million sold, the cover of my last alb-m
the only time you see me sittin on gold
i’m the most antic-p-ted, most celebrated
most loved and the motherf-ckin most hated
keep rollin like gold daytons
n-gg-z got the game f-cked up like hennessy with a c-ke chaser
you gotta deal with me, i’m the west coast saviour
n-gg-z think of me everytime they six-fo’ scr-per

[mac minister]
what do you call a n-gg- who’s overbearin
belligerent, foul, defiant and very disrespectful
you call that n-gg- the doctor’s advocate
he’s a reflection of dr. dre in his heyday in the worst way
the five star surgeon general
took jayceon to the aftermath research department
and gave him a blood test
it came back g-a-m-e positive
the n-gg-‘s infected with the game virus
his oratorical skills are so impeccable
that n-gg-z in the streets call him cyrus
the young don who is down with violence
cause in his heart he’s a tyrant
it’s not a game, it’s just called the game
there’ll be no referees, no halftime reports
when the game is over, the game is over
you can’t put a quarter in the machine and get three mo’ men
that’s, the end

[chorus]

[the game]
i done been to h-ll and back
left for dead, you know who to thank for that
finished my second lp without a dr. dre track
you can take my soul but can’t take my plaques
i’m the motherf-ckin snare when it touch the beat
i’m the 808 drum that got you movin your feet
i’m the heir to the throne after the d-r-e
product of my environment, you old–ss n-gg-z
get ready for your early retirement
before i let hip-hop burn down i run in the building like a fireman
who can outspit me when i’m high off sticky
throwin back patron shots in some creased up d-ckies
i’m d.o.c. certified, ice cube (lynch’d) me
snoop stamped me and the good doc handpicked me
you still with me? me and my mic
can’t be seperated like interscope and – hahaha
ohhh sh-t
this some good -ss motherf-ckin weed
california sticky green!
this is the aftermath for the aftermath
west, coast!

- game lyrics

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