歌手:The Game
专辑:《The Documentary 2.5》

Old ***** ass mark, ***** ass buster
Think you from LA cause you listen to some Mustard
This is Battlecat, my ***** Kurupt had the battle raps
We go back like four flats on the Cadillac
***** you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never been dropped off in the jungles
Teared Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the ***** pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked then he missed me
Now I'm back to Bompton
Before I hit the hood, a ***** gotta stop in the Swans
And pick up a sack, had fifty for an eighth
And I only had fifty, made it last all day
Smoking with the homies, My ***** G **** from {"{"}?}
My ***** Hooter from Athens Park stay brackin'
Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still active
And the Cedars ain't giving no passes, why we asking?
How you gon bang if you really ain't from LA
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all
Mark-ass
Murder was the case that they gave Game
Cops on the colors cause they know a ***** gang bang
Red bandana round the rear-view
"Where you say you from, Blood?" ****** can't hear you
Flag on the left side claiming you a Blood
Blue rag on the right side calling ****** cuz
Bout to get your mark ass chalked out on the West
This for all my ****** in the pen beating on they chest like
I said I need some ***** on my **********ing wall
And I ain't got my commissary yet
I said the next ************ try to steal a cigarette
He gon' get a ****ing pencil to the neck
That's on the set
Ooh, I'm a tree top rep, all the
Homies know is shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs
Not unless my ****** really get it popping
Tree top ****** like the hoovers in Bompton
Big booty psycho, slim fo' get wet
Q-Ball, lil' wolf, TK, big back
YZ {"{"}?} three, two strap
Quisha and Miss Lisa, house, where we at
It's the gang bang capital, 2 T's capitals
Enemies know the business, this s**t is factual
Papa Smalls hate it, **** it, shoot out and fade it
So my mama stay awake cause her son be gang banging
You don't know about the put ons and DPs
Hanging out on the block coming through to squeeze
Some outta town ****** disrespecting
I see why Suge Knight and Big U was arrested
(Can't forget about the Mexicans)
And I **** with the villains and the swans on God
On God
I got ****** from Denver Lane that'll ride
I got es茅s that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure s**t official
Big {"{"}?} and {"{"}?} both got stripes
Both locked up for life, so if I ever hit the pen
I got a squad, hell yeah I'm on that gangsta s**t
***** run up, knockout, he gon' think he's slick
Hub in the dub, ***** don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, ***** 300 crips
My ***** Magic from Avalon, Draws from neighbourhood
Get your ass **** fiend, slipping in Hollywood
Hop from 6-0, Girch from Santana
Roc from Nutty Blocc, we tied our bandanas
And for my little ***** Frog I gotta stay active
Blood in, Blood out, what's brackin'?
R.I.P OG TC
Shoutout to my big homie Bomb from Athens
Ridin' down Bentral 'bout to bust a right
On Piru street and scoop this ***** Problem up, Blood
What, green light and yeah it's go time
Product out the fo', they can get it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free **** trial
West side, ride 'em off {"{"}?} avenue
Go at us, now your shirt wet as Lake Havasu
Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a hotbox
Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop
Boy, dollars only thing make sense
Fo' to the duece, rest in peace 4 Bent
How you gon bang if you really ain't from LA
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all
Mark-ass