Still Me - The Game

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.