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the game – crenshaw / 80s and cocaine lyrics

[produced by fredwreck, thx & travis barker]

part 1: crenshaw

[hook: anderson .paak & sonyae]
you can catch me rollin’ down crenshaw, crenshaw
is that a motherf-ckin’ impala? b-tch yeah
magazine on my lap, i’m rollin’ indo indo
gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
gang signs

[verse 1: the game]
parked at the light, give a f-ck about a b-tch n-gg-
only n-gg- worth six figures that still click triggers
on my way to l-a-x, f-ck the freeway
riding through south central in the ‘wood like i should
but i’m a compton n-gg-, west side monster n-gg-
you should know by now, i f-ck with all kinds of n-gg-s
call big-u and we going to see about that vagina in you
you don’t bang huh? that’s that out of town in you
my n-gg-s eat late night, mel’s diner menu
you a shooter? better have that north carolina in you
i had wolves at all kinds of venues
dub’s show i let the snub show, shall i continue?
f-ckin’ n-gg-s up like it’s ’05
like dre just listened to my whole demo and cosigned
talkin’ out your neck, get you buried in no time
i heard you n-gg-s looking for me, blood

[verse 2: the game]
nip be where the crips be, skeme be where the bloods be
n-gg-, i’m with the sh-t, give a f-ck if n-gg-s cuz me
say the wrong things wrong time, get a blood beef
same color rag, still layin’ where the subs be
[mumbling] naw f-ck that n-gg-
i’ll have a prostitute open the trunk and cut that n-gg-
i’ll have a couple crooked cops come and touch that n-gg-
then get a bully in the pen to come and f-ck that n-gg-
life is crazy, yeah my life is crazy
don’t let calabasas fool you, i’ll k!ll you, baby
bury you in my backyard, sh-t i’m sittin’ on five acres
you wanna go to war? i got the paper
n-gg- wanna fade? i got the taper
n-gg- want to shoot? i got the laser
any b-tch that want to f-ck, i got a tape it
and i don’t put no tints on my whip
one strap, full clip n-gg-!

part 2: 80’s and cocaine

[bridge: sonyae]
bullets coming through the windows and the walls
that’s on the set, all my n-gg-s on call
don’t pray for me, pray for them n-gg-s
menace to society, i’m like lorenz n-gg-
i want the rims n-gg-, and your gold chain
don’t blame me, blame 80s and cocaine
i want the rims n-gg-, and your gold chain
don’t blame me, blame 80s and cocaine

[verse 3: the game]
ay yo i wake up, put on chronic like b-tches makeup
kush like nicki and meek, it’s hard to breakup
.38 tucked, take a p-ss and eat my breakfast
six b-tches at my kitchen table -ss naked
i got more b-tches than hugh heff, n-gg- i’m reckless
iced out playboy pendant hangin’ from my necklace
used to take a brick, chop that b-tch up in sections
pack it in the car like its mexican no flexin’
it’s that whip work, chop that, sell it out, we cop that
on wimbleton and brazil in my impala with the top back
where my n-gg- top at? remember them days before you
and rock brought watts back? we was in stevenson
village in front your crib, n-gg-, leanin’ like a top hat
ordering tommy burgers with everything, cop back
my glock fat nina ross akon black
bullets pop up out of nowhere like state farm
blat!

- the game lyrics

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