The Game - Cellphone Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Game:]I remember days on Crenshaw, take a n***a BeamerHit the hood, take his rims offThen hit that block, let him hear that PacThat s**t don't stopSoo woo, new coupe, through the west sideNew Benz, top down, new rims, new b***h throwin' up P's, whoo whoop[Hook 1 - Game:]Compton n****s ain't never gon' be the sameIt's in my blood, you see my veinsYou see my tats, you feel my painYou in my hood? You from a gangYou got 2 seconds to answer where you from, or you gon' see your brainsNow that you slumped I see your change[Verse 2 - Game:]N***a we got canals, shelves, n****s that tried, n****s that diedN****s that fell well, off in their jail cellS**t, we got n****s with full clipsThat dip through you set and disappear like "Hell Rell"No bail like the peace priceGet caught up in the middle of the street at the light, you fu***n' bean pieMiddle of your forehead n***a, that's where your beam lie(You be ok) Cause I done seen God[Hook 2 - Game:]N****s sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"Cherry red Impala, Bible had [?]I just killed a n***a on my cellphonePuff sellin' vodka, weed got my head goneG-Man in heaven, name on that headstoneLj in prison, and my n***a Legs goneI just killed a n***a on my cellphoneStop that[Verse 3 - dubb:]Playin' chronic, blazin' chronic with the windows tintedCause those that don't cut the checks, the ones in yo' businessRappers sendin' death threats but still ain't sent no killersYou take a stretch [?] squeeze myself, can't depend on n****sS**t on n****s check the urinal and you'll seeThat I be droppin' jewels and you should take 'em like a jewel thiefWolves teeth is what I use to eat my fu***n' pray up withUsed to make the yayo flip now Game told me to lay your hitsTeamed up, toured the us just to let the name ringGoin' home to f**k s**t up, I did the King James thingSteak and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster postureBlowin' all these bands fans, screamin' like it's Frank SinatraMade it out the South Bay village homies hate I prosperBut I don't owe you n****s s**t, I'm supposed to thank my mamaOnly chase for commas, got 'em in now raise the LlamaHotter than a blazin' comet, fu***n' south central moth[Hook 2:]The f**k?Oh s**t[?]What?This mother *****er's recording down him sucking a warm d**k n***aYou bullshitN***a bring your mother *****in phone, I gotta get this s**t on the gram n***a, gotta get my followers up,I'm gonna blow the internet up with this mother f****rThat b***h on Worldstar n***aDamnPush the door open n***a, watch outOh the n***a bustin' on [?]Nasty b***h***** get the f**k out of my house b***hNasty b***hThe dead n***a, the mother f****r wolf game head, b***h I dodn't even know Wolves could c** my n***aLowkeyShawty got the best head ever
