"Crenshaw / 80s And Cocaine" lyrics - THE GAME

THE GAME

"Crenshaw / 80s And Cocaine"

feat. Anderson.Paak & Sonyae

Part 1: Crenshaw

[Intro: Anderson.Paak & Sonyae]
Oh, shit, yea
Say, where you heading, man?
You motherfuckers ain't going nowhere, man
Hey, you know I was trying to do my thing on 'em
Oh, shit, yea
64 Impala
Well, we ain't tryna hurt nobody, man, we just...
Yea
You might just catch us different though
Say, where you going man?
My God! Say!

[Chorus: Anderson.Paak & Sonyae]
You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw, Crenshaw
Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? Bitch, yeah
Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' indo Indo
Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs

[Verse 1: The Game]
Parked at the light, give a fuck about a bitch nigga
Only nigga worth six figures that still click triggers
On my way to L-A-X, fuck the freeway
Riding through South Central in the 'Wood like I should
But I'm a Compton nigga, west side monster nigga
You should know by now, I fuck with all kinds of niggas
Call Big-U and we gon' see 'bout that vagina in you
You don't bang huh? Yea, that's that out-of-towner in you
My niggas eat late night, Mel's Diner menu
You a shooter? Better have that North Carolina in you
I had wolves at all kinds of venues
Dub's show I let the snub show, shall I continue?
Fuckin' niggas up like it's '05
Like Dre just listened to my whole demo and cosigned
Talkin' out your neck, get you buried in no time
I heard you niggas looking for me, Blood

[Verse 2: The Game]
Nip be where the Crips be, Skeme be where the bloods be
Nigga, I'm with the shit, give a fuck if niggas cuz me
Say the wrong things wrong time, get a blood beef
Same color rag, still layin' where the subs be
[Mumbling] Naw fuck that nigga
I'll have a prostitute open the trunk and cut that nigga
I'll have a couple crooked cops come and touch that nigga
Then get a bully in the pen to come and fuck that nigga
Life is crazy, yeah, my life is crazy
Don't let Calabasas fool you, I'll kill you, baby
Bury you in my backyard, shit, I'm sittin' on five acres
You wanna go to war? I got the paper
Nigga, wanna fade? I got the taper
Nigga, want to shoot? I got the laser
Any bitch that want to fuck, I got a tape it
And I don't put no tints on my whip
One strap, full clip, nigga!

[Chorus: Anderson.Paak & Sonyae]
You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw, Crenshaw
Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? Bitch yeah
Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' indo Indo
Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window
Gang signs

Part 2: 80's and Cocaine

[Bridge: Sonyae]
Bullets coming through the windows and the walls
That's on the set, all my niggas on call
Don't pray for me, pray for them niggas
Menace to society, I'm like Lorenz, nigga
I want the rims, nigga, and your gold chain
Don't blame me, blame 80s and cocaine
I want the rims, nigga, and your gold chain
Don't blame me, blame 80s and cocaine

[Verse 3: The Game]
Ayo, I wake up, put on chronic like bitches makeup
Kush like Nicki and Meek, it's hard to break up
.38 tucked, take a piss and eat my breakfast
Six bitches at my kitchen table ass naked
I got more bitches than Hugh Heff, nigga, I'm reckless
Iced out Playboy pendant hangin' from my necklace
Used to take a brick, chop that bitch up in sections
Pack it in the car like it's Mexican, no flexin'
It's that whip work, chop that, sell it out, we cop that
On Wimbleton and Brazil in my Impala with the top back
Where my nigga Top at? Remember them days before you
And Rock brought Watts back? We was in Stevenson
Village in front your crib, nigga, leanin' like a top hat
Ordering Tommy burgers with everything, cop back
My Glock fat nina Ross Akon black
Bullets pop up out of nowhere like State Farm
BLAT!