Текст песни «Still Me» — The Game

Текст песни «Still Me» из альбома 2013 года «Mo Thugs Presents: The Game Last of a Compton Breed» The Game.


Still Me

Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallways in the projects
To park in a four door Bentley on my set.
Same hood, same motherfuckin 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 nigga 50 aint wit me.
No hard feelings, we both made millions
You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit,
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 nigga Dr. Dre hit
Next time I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch (dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch)
I don’t make love, I make hits.
I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop shit.
Feels Good
Gangsta
Im that six figure nigga
Who got the word from KRS-ONE
And stole the Blueprint from Jigga
Niggas yellin Game did this, Game did that
Game aint do shit but bring the motherfuckin West Coast back
I hear the whisperin goin on in the hood.
I sent a motherfuckin Hallmark card to Suge
That nigga know that we all good
So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death threats
I’m already dead
I put the .38 revolver to my own fuckin head
Before I let the shit eat my conscience.
Aint a nigga 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 motherfuckin feen for a Dr. Dre beat.

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