The Game - Niggas In Paris (Freestyle) Lyrics

"Niggas In Paris (Freestyle)" is the new hip hop song performed by The Game.

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Game - Ricky Lyrics

Ricky Lyrics is performed by Game

[Intro: Boyz in the Hood]
"Shit! Rick!
C'mon man! "

"Ricky! "
"Help me! Help me! Somebody, help me! "
"Ricky, Ricky! "
"Ricky! "

[Verse 1:]
Blood of a slave, heart of a giant
Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant
That was five years ago, look how fast it go
Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico
But fuck that, blaze one, where the matches yo?
Hit the freeway and see how fast the Aston go
Roll the window down, clip off the ashes so
You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I blow
How many bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive
How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside
Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom
But standin' in the window caine smoking was the outcome
Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion
So niggas think twice about my medallion or
You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky! "
My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch
Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the bitch
Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than Griffey did
And just to think, several years ago they tried to split his wig
Two to the chest, struck his heart, one hit his rib
Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I could hear...

[Verse 2:]
Feelin' all fucked up, woke up to a doctor
All I could think about, was that the cops took my weed and my choppers
They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective
Get this clear like Belvedere vodka
Them five shots created a monster
Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton
I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
2Pac was the real life "Ricky! "
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I'm lying then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim
I'm from where niggas get murdered over stock rims
And punched in the jaw just for a cocked brim
Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain't got no options
Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in
Then my grandmother house went up for auction
And that's what tipped [?], I'm goin' back to buy the block then
Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
With they faith under stockings, rather face God then 25 with no options
If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground
This how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down...

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The Game – I’m On Lyrics

I’m On Lyrics by The Games

[Chorus - Mars:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 1 - Game:]

You niggas know who I is, what kind of car I drive

Killer California, the door’s commiting suicide

Bitches ain’t fucking with you unless you in the newest ride

You know me, 5 star nigga do or die

I’m from the home of the scandalous

East, West, North, South, niggas getting lost in Los Angeles

We got the baddest bitches on the north campus

Nigga hopping off the Transit, straight off inside a Phantom

Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the door

Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for

Whole hood tatted up, bandana white side jeans coming out

Busters leave when it’s nighttime

15s in the trunk hit me ‘fore they see me come

Wear 24s no need to ask where I’m from

Westside home of the purp, even 12 year olds put in work

West coast got ‘em bang

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 2 - Game:]

31 still banged out shots let ‘em rang out

Walk through any crip or blood hood with his chain out

Grandmomma stay on the shore in the same house

Be on the porch Dre beats on with my thang out

That ain’t a threat but little do you forget

I was 20 years old rolling up on nigga’s sets

Coming straight up out the Jets, Impala sitting wet

Try me in ‘em high lows coming up out the Tech

Now I’m getting money big Snoop on the techs

Andre Young on the bottom of my chest

Fresh from the fade to the bottom of my cheques

Matter of fact Chucks, red Cadillac trucks

Panamera red folks, peanut butter guts on my Pauly Shore shit?

Hit the block and post up

Then gather the crew hit childs to toast up

Hoes breaking their neck tryna see me close up

What what!

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, I’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 3 - Game:]

10 million albums sold I ain’t gotta brag

Disrespect my girl or my kids and get a bodybag

AK47 with the sawdy rag, niggas better duck cause it ain’t a paparazzi flash

2011 Gang banging, y’all copycats

How you throwing a stocking cap and ain’t never cocked it back

Nigga copy that, capiche nigga

Extended clip got 1 bullet for each nigga

Ask nice and I might let you eat nigga

Let you smoke, I keep Kush in the swisher

Keep the blunts rolled up, Phantom 24′ed up

Hop out knockout whole chest froze up

I be in the back of the club looking like so what

20 bottles 40 grand pro’ly why she shows up

Now she in the ? center with her nose up

Pockets 1 0 0 0 0 hold up

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

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"Monsters In My Head" Lyrics - The Game

The Game - Monsters In My Head Lyrics

I'm sitting here watching my daughter being born

For like I should thank God that nothing went wrong

Back in my days I saved the strength for the graveyard

running from school cause enemies never stay far

wear my colors watching colors chasing after my older brothers

cause they was always sending shit with me we had different brothers

playing football in the streets with the homies

and local drug dealers kicking back making money cause the crack fiend

was always there so I start selling that cane cause nobody never cared

Mama at the post office working at late night shifts

Taking care of my sisters cause my daddy wouldn't …

sweating on the stove and on a school clothes

open the refrigerator like where did the food go?

Trying to do whatever I can to be a man, hope you understand

Even when shit goes wrong it's part of God's plan, amen

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep

Wake me up before I'm dead

Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah

monsters in my head, with monsters in my head

underneath the bed, underneath the bed

Laying here staring at this doggy style poster on my wall

...spinning this basketball, what the fuck is going on?

Ain't a nigger here, all of my homies gone to jail, or they end up dead

Got my first tattoo tear when I was 19, chasing in pipe dreams

cause ...bullet for chilling, that was a nice scene

like the movies, niggers acting fool, when you pushing the beemer

who gives a fuck about the school?

Mom's out of … but I was breaking all the rules

kicked a nigger out the house so I started forming my crew

Getting a little bigger on my own, in the 12 grade creeps scheming on me

cause they know my trap cell mate, trying to get by or getting high

That's how I survived, be a leader not a follower, that's …

paying no … but keep my chrome too the end of time

feeling like no nigger can see me I think they're going blind

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep

Wake me up before I'm dead

Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah

monsters in my head, with monsters in my head

underneath the bed, underneath the bed

Seems like just yesterday a nigger was only 21

Showing the little homie how to use a fucking gun

Now look what I become, nigger is on the run

from the cops, the slums, the right, like father like son

But I'm missing them days when I couldn't roll up a blunt

Bust the windows out of cars just to only drive it once

Yeah them was the days but now a nigger getting paid

Pouring down rose for my niggers in the grave

My nigger Big Wheel and my homie P

Feel like yesterday we was running in the streets

And I swear to God funny how the time fly

And the only thing certain that we all die

So let your soul fly

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Lord my soul to keep

Wake me up before I'm dead

Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah

monsters in my head, with monsters in my head

underneath the bed, underneath the bed.

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Rough Lyrics by The Game Ft. Yelawolf

The Game Ft. Yelawolf - Rough Lyrics

[Game - Verse 1]

What do you do when life gets too hard for you

Shed tears or is that to hard for you

I’m just a man, reflection of my family

Meaning you ain’t gotta have one to understand me

I got kids, I got friends

Only difference between me and you is I don’t care bout this benz

I care about Will he was dying and he needed me

I care about the Grammy they gave Missy they cheated me

But they cheated Drake, they cheated Justin Bieber

Guess America don’t like Canada we some f-ckin heathens

Game can’t watch his mouth thats why his daddy beat him

Same mouth made him millions and now his daddy need him

Finally got a black president look at how they treat him

Kids starvin in Africa why only Oprah feed them?

What happened to the music that I know

I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono

[Game: Verse 2]

The living, the dead

These Dre beats, my head

My life, featuring Wayne

That was Jayceon, this is Game

Adjacent to the fame aint chasing a damn thing

So tonight let all of your pain be champagne

I cant tame my killers but I can tell them chill

I might give you a pass depending how I feel

The bi polar bear

They said the end of the World is comin I know it’s here

Cuz California cold this year

Detox, R.E.D

MC’s dead

Kill them softly like Lauren Hill

Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cuz a n-gga in a foreign wheel

We all born to die, some of us born to kill

If that don’t wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will

[Yelawolf: Verse 3]

Never I thought I’d see the day when I, would roll up in the parking lot

And having people comin up to me for a photograph of the shit I talk about

Yela can I get an autograph Alabama so proud that we just can’t wait

Congrats on the Shady deal, any news on the release date?

I told them what I can, shake another hand sign another autograph it’s cool

Got fans gettin inked up, they de-cater to me I love you too

Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll

Long barrell .38 loaded I’m John Wayne in Geronimo

So I dont really know whats got some these p-ssies panties in a ball

Cuz I never done shit but get better and believin’ in God

And leavin’ my mom at 15 with a dream and a cross

A cross that I didn’t see until I was nailed to it for believin’ at all

That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it

I mean I knew it would be hard but really come on yall

Oh I’m a redneck? F-CK YOU tatted on my neck

I’ll sip high life in a can at the grammys now add that to my rep

Bitch!

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