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the game – palm trees ‘n gun smoke lyrics

[intro: kelly finnigan]
wipe your tears away (ooh)
please try and wipe your tears away (prince productions)
wipe your tears away (ooh)
please try and wipe your tears away

[verse 1]
one last switch
one last hop
one last ride through compton
one last blunt with the doc
and ain’t no sinnin’ on this drop
f+ck all them stars on the top
subliminal or not, i scr+pe the serial off the clock
i got two felonies, gun chargers and selling weed
one strike from doing life, catchin’ fades up on that level three
ain’t no turtle sh+llin’ me
i represent the letter b, different pedigree
i load the clip and set it free
pistols, missiles aimed at your gristle
your baby mama with me, she don’t need the tissue
your n+ggas, they don’t want no issues
i seen h+lla n+ggas die from the type of sh+t i live through
cemetery tributes, doves and sh+t
summertime shootouts, duck them slugs and dip
i grew up around essays, bloods and crips
aftermath, yeah, i california love this sh+t
[bridge]
we did the impossible, now we unstoppable
this for the pac in you
this for the doc in you
ain’t a n+gga alive that can tell me what i can do
ain’t nothing stoppin’ you from doing this sh+t we prolly do
we might just back+to+back bentley’s when we roll up
we might drag race by the precinct and do some donuts
we might play chicken with yachts, and f+ck em’ both up
show you a million close+up but when the w’s go up+

[chorus]
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, get your motherf+ckin’ hands up
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees, gun smoke
palm trees+

[verse 2]
n+ggas know when i step inside this motherf+cker
glock on my hip, don’t make me exercise this motherf+cker
pandemic is over, we back outside, no mask
i know you recognize me motherf+cker
got your life in my hands
don’t make me jeopardize this motherf+cker
your cup have runneth over
bring a n+gga closer to god, use the bible as a silencer and quote the quran
you think i’m slippin’?
cause these b+tches with me, both of them armed
and they shooters, word to the automores on both of my arms
i see them snakes in the grass, i get to mowin’ the lawn
and let the spirit of my ops buy a ghost for my mom
and they gon’ cherish this
it’s in my blood, it’s in my heritage
and we don’t snitch n+gga, not even to our therapist
[bridge]
we did the impossible, now we unstoppable
this for the pac in you
this for the doc in you
ain’t a n+gga alive that can tell me what i can do
ain’t nothing stoppin’ you from doing this sh+t we prolly do
we might just back+to+back bentley’s when we roll up
we might drag race by the precinct and do some donuts
we might play chicken with yachts, and f+ck em’ both up
show you a million close+up but when the w’s go up+

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