Game – Stunner Shades Song Lyrics

nigger don’t want with the bjs
don’t wanna see niggers on my asshole
especially when i ride with the …
what you got to .. on the gas floor
wait keep that door
don’t climb to the window run to the back door
black out with the black out bass four
blass for give them .. is for
enemies are murder yo …

ok i break up in the morning sun
being on my stunner shades
rocket light once that i am feeling smoking yesterday

.. in the drive looking like a cheesecake
strawberry .. buy the stuff .. cheesecake
looking they go clean .. red shoes zone
looking like .. mother fucker come get it
tell them that we run the city
i see my nigger gucci say..
and mother fuckers say .. took them out of
.. yes sir

Game – Stunner Shades Song Lyrics

Game – All Doggs Go To Heaven Lyrics

[Chorus]
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tears in my eyes, sippin on this goose gettin’ loose
I don’t know what else to do, so I’m sittin’ here
Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg
Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide
(Hold Up)
Tryna smoke the pain away
Hand on the dessert
All dogs go to heaven
Til then (smoke weed everyday)

[Game]
Aftermath studio, 2005
It was live, it was Snoop, it was Nate, it was I
It was Dre, It was Daz and Kurupt, we was high
One of my favourite memories
Them n-ggas like kin to me
When they move, I move
We like a centipede
Back when Dre was in his drop like Kennedy
I was banging Regulate, round the hood regulating
In and out of county jail when crips and bloods were segregating
And just like y’all, I used to love tha Dogg Pound
10 years later we here, laying Nate Dogg down
Damn, he was only 41 so I’mma get high and just drink til this 40 done
But I really wanna cry, shit I really wonder why good n-ggas gotta die
If we living under God
Maybe he living in the sky and I couldn’t bring him back if I tried
So we just rolling up a swisha

[Chorus]

[Game Verse 2]
Allstar weekend, I seen Warren G with no Nate Dogg
Thats like MJG with no 8Ball
I don’t wanna see that R.I.P tatt
LBCPT that, we that coast where the DPG at!
Eazy-E that, tell me where the weed at?
You see that, all red P hat
Where Pac used to eat at
Hoes in different area codes, better believe that
Can you believe this where they killed BIG at
Now he at where N-A-T-E D O double G at
Cause that’s where all dogs go because of you we all blow
Now when I need a hook, who I’m gonna call for
I sample your old shit, i don’t know these new n-ggas
Bout to roll an ounce of this kush, I need a few swishas
And the game will never be the same without him
I’m just mad he aint here to hop ont he R.E.D album

[Chorus]

[Game - Verse 3]
I’m in the crib, Dre beats on, banging Lay Low
Kush to the dome, stacking kills on his halo
Tryna get my mind what it is, but it is what it is
Everybody raise ya lighters when I say so
Shed tear, thats for Nate bro
Cali will never be the smae, Cube and Dre know
I hold the West Coast down, thats why he signed me
And Nate came with hooks better than Kareem and Ali
I’m blowing smoke up in the wind
Kinda hard to concentrate when you sitting here focused on the end
Today a child is born, tomorrow he’s a man
Next day he gone
Life cycle repeats itself again and again
Uncle’s cousins and his friends
No-one escapes death or drives to heaven in a Benz
But one things for sure, everybody gotta go
When it’s my turn I hope I never know

(Hold Up)

Game – Keepin It Real Lyrics

I wanna talk to the World and tell em how I feel
How everytime I drop an album one of my n-ggas get killed
Make a n-gga wanna stop spittin’
Plus Interscope be bullshittin’ Scott Pippen
This is not livin’
Livin’ is when you working a 9-5
Liftin’ heavy ass boxes just to stay a-f-cking-live
N-gga aint got a car but he got drive
So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride
The world going crazy, n-ggas going crazy
They say the Illuminati affiliated Jay-Z
I’m in this Mercedes seeing how L.A be
My life should be a movie shot by Martin Scorsese
Gun’s off safety n-ggas is Polamalu
The cops killed BIG and drove off in the Impala
And Pac did biz? just to get a couple dollars
F-ck rap, I shoulda took my black ass to college

[Hook]
I’m just tryna be real
I’m just keepin’ it real
I’m just tryna be real
I’m just keepin’ it real
I’m just keepin’ it real

I’m tryna see my kids through college before I gotta die
Still sayin’ R.I.P Aaliyah ‘fore I gotta fly
N-ggas running out of time
So they doing homocide
Gotta take the stand tell the judge and jury their alibi
And they all racist so they giving boys 25
Stand up be a man, and stare straight into his momma eyes
And she still traumatised, her baby boy shot up
Kissed him on the forehead right before he got up
You shot him in the forehead twice before he got up
All over a bitch, n-gga the devil wears Prada
Amber Rose wears nada
And thats how she should keep it
’cause you can go Tyra from wearing Victoria’s Secrets
They say there’s a secret society
To get notoriety from selling your soul to ‘em
N-gga you aint buying me
Only thing for sale is this Phantom
It’s Aftermath, thats why I rep the A like Atlanta

[Hook]

They say I look like Kanye or Wale in this Louie napsack
Rather be them than them dumb n-ggas f-cking with Kat Stacks
I smoke kush to get my mind right
I used to listen to Nas to get my rhymes tight
I used to sell them dimes and keep my 9 tight
But now I’m f-cking them dimes, but in hindsight
Almost turned on my family for the limelight
And I’mma go see God when the times right
They say the purly gates white but my President black
My money green, the sky blue and thats where heaven is at
I don’t carry a gat, but my n-ggas do
It’s like my jumper is off, I let my n-ggas shoot
and don’t none of my n-ggas do
Take the time to listen
I’ll tell you what my n-ggas do
Scream Suwoo while they dumping out of billy coupes?
But i’m just tryna be a good n-gga, master
and take this rap money and give this shit to the Pastor

[Hook]

Game – Monsters In My Head Lyrics

[Game - Verse 1]
I’m sitting here watching my daughter being born
Feel like I should thank God that nothing went wrong
Back in my days I was headed straight 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 into shit, good thing we had different mothers
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 that late night shift
Taking care of my sisters cause my daddy wasn’t shit
Sweating over 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

[Chorus]
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

[Game - Verse 2]
Laying here staring at this Doggystyle poster on my wall
Banging Snoop Dogg spinning this basketball, what the f-ck is going on?
In a n-gga head, all of my homies gone to jail, or they end up dead
Got my first tattoo tear when I was 19, chasing a pipe dreams
Chrenshaw boulevard chilling, that was the night scene
And like the movies, n-ggas act a fool
When you pushing a beemer, who gives a f-ck about a School?
Mom’s seta curfew, but I was breaking all the rules
Kicked a n-gga out the house so I started forming my crew
Getting a little bigger on my own, in the 12 grade crips scheming on me
Cause they know my trap self made, trying to get by or getting high
That’s how I survived, be a leader not a follower, that’s how them cowards die
Pay ‘em no mind but keep my chrome to the end of time
Feeling like no n-gga can see me I think they’re going blind

[Chorus]
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

[Game - Verse 3]
Seemed like just yesterday a n-gga was only 21
Showing the little homies how to use a f-cking gun
Now look what I become, n-gga was on the run
from the coptom slums, they 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 n-gga getting paid
Pouring down rose for my n-ggas in the grave
My n-gga Big Will and my homie P D
Feel like yesterday we was just running in the streets
And I swear to God funny how the time fly
And the only thing certain is that we all die
So let your soul fly

[Chorus]
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

Game Feat. Lil Wayne – Red Nation Lyrics

[Game - Verse 1]
Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky
N-gga don’t ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max ’95′s
I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man ‘Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin’ switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don’t live in Judah’s eyes
Half of these rappers weren’t trappin’ when I was choppin’ the do or die
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my baby momma “won’t you decide”
She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is ride
Before I turn on ‘em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground
It’s Red Nation!!!

[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til that bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
Lookin’ in the mirror, I’m no where to be found
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - Verse 2]
N-ggas’ll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur’s halo
One blood, plural, n-gga I’m spendin’ Euro’s
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
I’m up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin’ stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and gamblers
98 degree’s on Christmas
N-gga we rollin’ cannibus
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I’m Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That’s my Chi-lingo, yeah I’m bi-lingual
Ball by myself, Ochocinco
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, word to God

[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - Verse 3]
Russia got a Red Flag
US got Red Stripes
Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, test me
Louieville slugger, you’ll get buried in my era
Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum
Walk in the club saggin’ with a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin’ on a hill like Lauren
Her and the car foreign
Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
Where my n-gga Jim Jones at?
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while I’m out here, I might as well go shopping
And put this new bad b-tch I got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin’ ass n-ggas want me dead
Cause I’m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED

[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground