Big Dreams
The Game - 《LAX》
Back on the motherf**kin' Westside
Y'all know who the f**k I am
I'm free as a motherf**kin' bird I swear
Disappear in thin air there go Game nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs
In that all black Phantom hug the block like a bear
Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then -
I put them 26 inches on the curb tell the hood I'm back
Give me a corner - let me serve
Swerve I'm still dope that's my word
All I did was the switch the kitchens
Did some tracks on the birds
Irv - Gotti know I'ma murderer
Half these niggas beefin' with me
If I was the old me I would murda them
Matter fact if I was the old me - I would Curtis them
Courtesy of my SmithWesson
I kill tracks like AIDS nigga get infected
The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em look around
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad cos I'm Chronic 2008in' on them
Big cars big wheels big chains (yeah!)
I get money like Junior Mafia used to
On my way to school 10000 in my FUBU
Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows
baggin' up rocks the size of melons
That's when the fiends start tellin' you can
catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock
Like Ellen! Prime-time nigga it's my time nigga
Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine nigga!
Cos when the sun come up - from behind the sea
Niggas see me behind the B -
ENT - don't stand for entertainment
Stands for 0 to 60 anybody see where Game went?
To the hood parked crooked behind that chained fence
And I'm going down behind my dogs but I ain't Vick!
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No I'm not the Doctor but I produce the same shit!
The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em look around
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad cos I'm Chronic 2008in' on them
Big cars big wheels big chains (yeah!)
Big cars big wheels big chains (yeah!)
I done rocked enough fellas to be you nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you "Holla Holla" I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room waddup Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know
Whoever said "Game Over" musta had a hangover
Get money my driveway sponsered by Range Rover
I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola
Wave my red rag in the air signal Lil' Wayne over
Yeah that's when the Crys start poppin'
The bills start droppin' and the haters start watchin'
The DJ starts spinnin' the panties get the droppin' -
For album number three it goin' platinum's'not an option
I'm back with CoolDre aka the monsters
And I got one word for you motherf**kers -
The whole world been waitin' on him
Here I come droptop Phantom
I'm skatin' on 'em look around
All the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad cos I'm Chronic 2008in' on them
Big cars big wheels big chains (yeah!)
Shit i love you but im still smokin
Chronic 2001 the infinity mother fuckers
DrDre started it and i Just finshed it
picked up where the big homie lefted offfeel me