Biografia:
Jayceon Terrell Taylor (29 de novembro de 1979 em Los Angeles, California), mais conhecido simplesmente como The Game, é um rapper norte americano. The Game chegou a fama em 2005, com o sucesso de seu álbum The Documentary tendo ganho dois Grammy. Desde então, The Game é considerado ser uma grande força do hip hop da "Costa Oeste", competindo contra o hip hop da "Costa Leste". Recentemente The Game alterou seu nome artistico The Game para apenas Game.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
|E C#m |A E
|E C#m |A E
[Hook:] x2
E C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
E
Middle finger for the police
E C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
[Verse 1]
E C#m
I used to dribble the rock down the block, in '94
A
Shoot the courts out
And Killer Wayne brought that Porsche out
E
I had the illest jump shot
A
So he bet all his money on me
E
12 years old with the hunny's on me
E
Patrick Ewings on
C#m A
I kept fresh kicks, take a nigga out his Jordan's
E
if the motherfuckers fit
E
They fit
C#m
So I'm back up the block
A E
Fuckin' with the homies tryin' to teach them how to slap box
E
In front of the crack spot
C#m
Fiends fighting over crack rock
A E
Dimes The size of golf balls, yeah them shits was that hot
E C#m
He had them black Locs like MC Ren
A E
And Debull came through in a hood with that coke white Benz
E C#m
Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims
A E
Before these corny nigga's kept these stickers under they brims
E C#m
It was a little nigga in Compton, 5'10"
A E
He was dope as a motherfucker
I wanted to be like him
[Hook:] x2
E C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
E
Middle finger for the police
E C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
[Verse 2]
E
Fuck it I ain't gonna lie homie
C#m
I used to do the hammer dance
A E E
Make it worse I steel toes on and hammer pants fucked up right?
C#m
That's when my pops had the weight
A E
He had to blow when I was blowin' in Nintendo tapes
E C#m
Got my ass whooped for taken the duck hunting gun outside
A E
In my window watching all the kids have fun outside
E C#m
Ice cream truck makin noise, I want to run outside
A E
But I'mma get my ass whooped again if I run outside
E C#m
Swear I was on punishment until my tenth grade year
A E
This new girl move on the block, light skin with wavy hair
E C#m
I asked her if she want to hump me, she was like: "I don't care"
A
So I took off her training bra
E
That's when she got scared
E
She wanted me to be her boyfriend
C#m
So I was like, "Yeah"
A E
I'm tryin' to think of LL lines in the back of my head
E
"When I'm alone in my room"
C#m
I can't remember what he said
A E
But I know Uncle Luke; bitch give me some head
It go
[Hook:] x2
E C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
E
Middle finger for the police
E C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
[Verse 3]
E
Shit I'm grown now
C#m
Pops in jail, I'm on my own now
A
Got my first kilo
E
And my brick phone now
E C#m
Two door cutless, sittin' on that chrome now
A
Headed to the county jail
E
Two T's commin' home now
E
Yeah hommie shit changed
C#m
Nigga's don't bang like they used to
A E
And I can't dunk like I used to
E C#m
Nigga's don't move fast enough when they hear the SuuWhoop!
A E
And takin' fades is played out like Fubu
E C#m
I got a tv in the dash watching Friday
A E
21 no felon, tell 'em nigga's crime pay
E C#m
Red rag in my pocket
Doin' it my way
A E
Two switches, so the cutlass bounce sideways
E C#m A
4 amps, 15 beatin the trunk, try to jack me for my shit?
E
Got to beat me to the pump
E
Punk
C#m
I'm on my gangsta shit
A
Nigga with a attitude
E
On my motherfuckin' gangsta shit
[Hook:] x2
E C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
E
Middle finger for the police
E C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
|E C#m |A E
|E C#m |A E
[Hook:] x2
E C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
E
Middle finger for the police
E C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
[Verse 1]
E C#m
I used to dribble the rock down the block, in '94
A
Shoot the courts out
And Killer Wayne brought that Porsche out
E
I had the illest jump shot
A
So he bet all his money on me
E
12 years old with the hunny's on me
E
Patrick Ewings on
C#m A
I kept fresh kicks, take a nigga out his Jordan's
E
if the motherfuckers fit
E
They fit
C#m
So I'm back up the block
A E
Fuckin' with the homies tryin' to teach them how to slap box
E
In front of the crack spot
C#m
Fiends fighting over crack rock
A E
Dimes The size of golf balls, yeah them shits was that hot
E C#m
He had them black Locs like MC Ren
A E
And Debull came through in a hood with that coke white Benz
E C#m
Before 106 & Park and 24 inch rims
A E
Before these corny nigga's kept these stickers under they brims
E C#m
It was a little nigga in Compton, 5'10"
A E
He was dope as a motherfucker
I wanted to be like him
[Hook:] x2
E C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
E
Middle finger for the police
E C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
[Verse 2]
E
Fuck it I ain't gonna lie homie
C#m
I used to do the hammer dance
A E E
Make it worse I steel toes on and hammer pants fucked up right?
C#m
That's when my pops had the weight
A E
He had to blow when I was blowin' in Nintendo tapes
E C#m
Got my ass whooped for taken the duck hunting gun outside
A E
In my window watching all the kids have fun outside
E C#m
Ice cream truck makin noise, I want to run outside
A E
But I'mma get my ass whooped again if I run outside
E C#m
Swear I was on punishment until my tenth grade year
A E
This new girl move on the block, light skin with wavy hair
E C#m
I asked her if she want to hump me, she was like: "I don't care"
A
So I took off her training bra
E
That's when she got scared
E
She wanted me to be her boyfriend
C#m
So I was like, "Yeah"
A E
I'm tryin' to think of LL lines in the back of my head
E
"When I'm alone in my room"
C#m
I can't remember what he said
A E
But I know Uncle Luke; bitch give me some head
It go
[Hook:] x2
E C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
E
Middle finger for the police
E C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
[Verse 3]
E
Shit I'm grown now
C#m
Pops in jail, I'm on my own now
A
Got my first kilo
E
And my brick phone now
E C#m
Two door cutless, sittin' on that chrome now
A
Headed to the county jail
E
Two T's commin' home now
E
Yeah hommie shit changed
C#m
Nigga's don't bang like they used to
A E
And I can't dunk like I used to
E C#m
Nigga's don't move fast enough when they hear the SuuWhoop!
A E
And takin' fades is played out like Fubu
E C#m
I got a tv in the dash watching Friday
A E
21 no felon, tell 'em nigga's crime pay
E C#m
Red rag in my pocket
Doin' it my way
A E
Two switches, so the cutlass bounce sideways
E C#m A
4 amps, 15 beatin the trunk, try to jack me for my shit?
E
Got to beat me to the pump
E
Punk
C#m
I'm on my gangsta shit
A
Nigga with a attitude
E
On my motherfuckin' gangsta shit
[Hook:] x2
E C#m
One for the impala's
Two for the gold D's
A
Three for the switches
E
Middle finger for the police
E C#m
Nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die
A E
Four fingers up, two twisted for the west side
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