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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[Intro]
Dm A# Dm Gm
[Hook: The Game]
Dm
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Dm F C A# Gm Am
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 1: The Game]
Dm
Posted on Brazil and Wilmington
A#
Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton
Dm
Cold steel got 'em trembling
Gm
Stomp a nigga out (In what?) in my Timberlands
Dm
Red dot on your head, nigga
Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, nigga
Dm
Your auntie stay around here but you don't
Dm A# C A# Gm Gm
Your cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won't
Dm
Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G-Man
Dm
West Side Bompton, my city's been on C-SPAN
Dm
My hood's been on CNN, my hood's been on watch
A#
My city's in the middle of Long Beach and Watts
Dm
I'm at the Tam's Burgers, eating fries
Dm
Now how many niggas done died eating number 5?
Dm
Been shot a couple times, but I'm alive
A#
Hub City hustler, I'll show you how to survive, nigga
[Hook: The Game]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Dm F C A# Gm Am
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 2: Problem]
Dm
Man Chachi don't gang bang, I fuck baddies
A#
I'll show you how to stuff 100 P's in turkey baggies
Dm
Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis
A#
Riding steel, tell Jesus fall flabby
Dm
L's come bro I'm relapsing to the old days
A#
In and out of spouses, middle manning the cocaine
Dm
Finger on the trigger cause niggas ain't trynna fight
Gm A#
And bitches ain't shit, so niggas ain't tryna wife nothing
Dm
Who needs love? Million dollar weed plugs
A#
Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club
Dm
Hoes never ease up, D2B
Gm A#
Nigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me!
Dm
West Side baby, ain't tripping off nathin'
Gm A#
Going out a winner like Peyton
Dm
Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome
A#
Same 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome
[Hook: The Game]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Dm F C A# Gm Am
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 3: Boogie]
Dm
Aye man, just tell God come and lift me
A#
Come and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busy
Dm
Don't ever get it twisted, just cause we don't wear Dickies
Gm A#
You ain't heard of Mausberg, you know you ain't from the city
Dm
Man, I was born in this problem
A#
We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options
Dm
Do you know the feeling to have niggas out watching
A#
With your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell "Bompton!"?
Dm
Man, I done lost hope
A#
Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we crossroads
Dm
Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait
A#
We trying to figure why ya'll got mid in the first place
Dm
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, know my niggas on the wait
A#
Wait, wait, wait, know somebody finna pay
Dm
Finna hit Stanford, man I just left the A
A#
We don't recognize your car, you ain't coming in the gate
On West Side Bompton
[Hook: The Game]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Dm F C A# Gm Am
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Dm A# Dm Gm
[Hook: The Game]
Dm
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Dm F C A# Gm Am
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 1: The Game]
Dm
Posted on Brazil and Wilmington
A#
Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton
Dm
Cold steel got 'em trembling
Gm
Stomp a nigga out (In what?) in my Timberlands
Dm
Red dot on your head, nigga
Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, nigga
Dm
Your auntie stay around here but you don't
Dm A# C A# Gm Gm
Your cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won't
Dm
Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G-Man
Dm
West Side Bompton, my city's been on C-SPAN
Dm
My hood's been on CNN, my hood's been on watch
A#
My city's in the middle of Long Beach and Watts
Dm
I'm at the Tam's Burgers, eating fries
Dm
Now how many niggas done died eating number 5?
Dm
Been shot a couple times, but I'm alive
A#
Hub City hustler, I'll show you how to survive, nigga
[Hook: The Game]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Dm F C A# Gm Am
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 2: Problem]
Dm
Man Chachi don't gang bang, I fuck baddies
A#
I'll show you how to stuff 100 P's in turkey baggies
Dm
Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis
A#
Riding steel, tell Jesus fall flabby
Dm
L's come bro I'm relapsing to the old days
A#
In and out of spouses, middle manning the cocaine
Dm
Finger on the trigger cause niggas ain't trynna fight
Gm A#
And bitches ain't shit, so niggas ain't tryna wife nothing
Dm
Who needs love? Million dollar weed plugs
A#
Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club
Dm
Hoes never ease up, D2B
Gm A#
Nigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me!
Dm
West Side baby, ain't tripping off nathin'
Gm A#
Going out a winner like Peyton
Dm
Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome
A#
Same 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome
[Hook: The Game]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Dm F C A# Gm Am
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
[Verse 3: Boogie]
Dm
Aye man, just tell God come and lift me
A#
Come and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busy
Dm
Don't ever get it twisted, just cause we don't wear Dickies
Gm A#
You ain't heard of Mausberg, you know you ain't from the city
Dm
Man, I was born in this problem
A#
We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options
Dm
Do you know the feeling to have niggas out watching
A#
With your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell "Bompton!"?
Dm
Man, I done lost hope
A#
Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we crossroads
Dm
Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait
A#
We trying to figure why ya'll got mid in the first place
Dm
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, know my niggas on the wait
A#
Wait, wait, wait, know somebody finna pay
Dm
Finna hit Stanford, man I just left the A
A#
We don't recognize your car, you ain't coming in the gate
On West Side Bompton
[Hook: The Game]
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Dm
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington
A#
Rosecrans, Central
Dm
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Dm F C A# Gm Am
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
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