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game - still me lyrics

[verse 1:]
straight outta the motherf-ckin p-ssy hallways in the projects
to park in a four door bentley on my set.
same hood, same motherf-ckin steps
i sat on and took the plastic off of “life after death”
bangin, boning biggie biggie i did a 360
the aftermath for that is the n-gg- 50 aint wit me.
no hard feelings, we both made millions
you can hate me or love me but n-gg- i spit real sh-t,
like i’m comatose, tell the doc i’m sick
before “detox”, let me take my last chronic hit.
now i am gangsta rap inhale the weed smoke
and coughed up five platinum plaques
so ima let the n-gg- dr. dre hit
next time i have dreams of f-ckin an r&b b-tch (dreams of f-ckin an r&b b-tch)
i don’t make love, i make hits.
i put a condom on and stuff my d-ck in this hip hop sh-t.

[chorus: x2]
feels good
gangsta

[verse 2:]
im that six figure n-gg-

who got the word from krs-one
and stole the blueprint from jigga
n-gg-s yellin game did this, game did that
game aint do sh-t but bring the motherf-ckin west coast back
i hear the whisperin goin on in the hood.
i sent a motherf-ckin hallmark card to suge
that n-gg- know that we all good
so you can catch a cab to h-ll wit them death threats
i’m already dead
i put the .38 revolver to my own f-ckin head
before i let the sh-t eat my conscience.
aint a n-gg- in the world could tell me i can’t come thru compton.
before i retire my converse, i’ll ride the train thru nyc with the terrorist bombers.
somebody tell my mama i’m crazy.
pop was a rolling stone so that makes me a crack baby.
i’m in rehab three times a week
because i’m a motherf-ckin feen for a dr. dre beat.

[chorus x2]

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