[Verse 1: The Game]
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This is us
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Impalas parked next to Bentley trucks
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Four Bent supposed to be here, I should dig him up
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But since I cant, we gon hold this Henny up
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15 years of greatness
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15 years of hatin
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15 years of patience, thats what I had to practice
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So I aint end up back on that county jail mattress
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Fuck all this rap shit
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In Compton we in the dirt, sticks on us like a cactus
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Cincinnati on, closin on the third strap
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Gave two away to some fans, this my third hat
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Runnin this marathon, Im on my third lap
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Where my key to the city, dont yall think I deserve that?
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L.A. sheriffs left Ryan on the curb, flat
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37 shots, so Im on 133rd strapped
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[Chorus: The Game]
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40oz love, white Air Force Ones in the mud
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Euro front end on the Cutlass like, “Whats up?”
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See my dead homie mama, hop out and give her a hug
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40oz love, niggas gon ask, so choose one, Crip or Blood
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Money fallin out your pocket while youre sellin drugs
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And we drinkin Old English, grab a cup, Ill fill it up for you
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[Verse 2: The Game]
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You outta gas? Ill fill it up for you
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You surrounded in the club? We pullin up for you
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You went to jail? I took that money, put it up for you
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You still got your hand out like I aint did enough for you
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You put on that snitch jacket and it stuck to you
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On my life, I love you but I cant fuck with you
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I gotta stick to the code
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Never slip, never fold, and stay rich til Im old
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Love my kids on my soul
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Both my baby mamas know if I go, open the safe and give em all the gold
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And my cousin, Magic Cold, he in the pen on his toes
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How you talk them people into transferrin you to a level 4?
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He got 20 months left, that shit movin hella slow
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20 blunts, half a pound a day until they let him go
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I give him 30 racks every time he touch the surface
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Im startin to think this nigga goin to jail on purpose
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[Chorus: The Game]
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Either way, I gotta keep givin you 40oz love
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White Air Force Ones in the mud
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Euro front end on the Cutlass like, “Whats up?”
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See my dead homie mama, hop out and give her a hug
~#**************#~
40oz love, niggas gon ask, so choose one, Crip or Blood
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Money fallin out your pocket while youre sellin drugs
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And we drinkin Old English, grab a cup, Ill fill it up for you
