[Verse 1: The Game]
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Im from the old hood, somethin like yo hood
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Where niggas dont know good or know Suge, but the blow good
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So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
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Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
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Im a product of my environment, grew up in the 80s
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So that mean, me, Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies
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And its evident my flow is heaven-sent
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First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans
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Nigga I cant be fucked, like a lesbian
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Im to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans
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Im an artist, never claimed to be the hardest
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Just number one since B.I.G. and Pac departed
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Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me
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All you other niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey
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Im on fire like the tip of a blunt
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On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
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Im a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump
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Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
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Im the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
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Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
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[Chorus: The Game & Nate Dogg]
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Too much Cris in the club not to get drunk
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Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
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Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
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And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
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You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
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Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stared
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Dont know how much attention you pay
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You better be ready to die, in this game
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[Verse 2: The Game]
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I thought I told yall Im done with the beef, clown
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My son three now
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And Ive been watchin Dre so long, Im makin beats now
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Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
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I mean Chi-Town, fuck it, it can go down
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Nigga Ill spit the whole round, fo plus fo pounds
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Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown
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And Im Billy the Kid til they split my wig
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I come back from the dead, tell em kill me again
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Put my head on a barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me
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Im gangsta, took more shots than Tookie
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Im alive so Ima take a Patron shot for Tookie
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Roll a California blunt and keep watchin a movie
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Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two
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I brought the West Coast back, what the fuck you do?
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Im the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
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Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
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[Chorus: The Game & Nate Dogg]
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Too much Cris in the club not to get drunk
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Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
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Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
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And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
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You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
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Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stared
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Dont know how much attention you pay
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You better be ready to die, in this game
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[Verse 3: The Game]
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Drive fast, both hands on the dash
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Close both of your eyes and hope that you dont crash
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Its lyrical homicide, both airbags out
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Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out
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Niggas, drop the top on whatever you in
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Bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind
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Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs
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Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind
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Four doors, leather and wood
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Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
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And I keep a chrome .4-5 under my hood
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So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood
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Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain
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Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane
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Long as my family straight, read this at my wake
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I gave em The Documentary and they scraped the plate
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Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face
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I cannot, will not ever be replaced
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Cause Im the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
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Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
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[Chorus: The Game & Nate Dogg]
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Too much Cris in the club not to get drunk
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Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
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Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
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And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
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You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
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Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stared
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Dont know how much attention you pay
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You better be ready to die, in this game
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[Outro: Nate Dogg]
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He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared
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You cant find your girl, she right here
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Im not a bad dream, Im a nightmare
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‘Sides theres way too many hoes in here
