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The Game( Jayceon Terrell Taylor )
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Won't Ever Stop
I won't stop. No matter what they say And I'm still fucking with Dr. Dre It's Aftermath, so nigga stay the fuck out my way I'm telling you, blood
I won't stop. No matter what they say And I'm still fucking with Dr. Dre It's Aftermath, so nigga stay the fuck out my way I'm telling you, cuz
Man, look at the wheels, the motherfucking wheels Black low and half blood, you niggas know the deal Fuck lamborghini doors, nigga I ride stock And fuck you lil rap niggas, homie I buy Pac Dre told me long time ago,'Joy is pain You sell 5 million records, some shit gon' change.' He was right, I traded the coupe and bought me a range No ice to black diamonds in my Aftermath chain You know I'm gonna ride and ain't shit changed But the right to claim both sides (East Side, West Side!) Ask these, niggas know me down in Bed Stuy Blowing sticky with them Crooklyn kids Hit switches on the Brooklyn Bridge, speakers bangin' 'I'm going going,' B.I.G. took you there And Game recognize Game, don't play me homie Or think cause I'm a millionaire, I won't spray you homie You know
It only been 12 months, I done lost a few friends Had my baby mama bust the windows out of my Benz Hip hop police on me every city I'm in Well, hell, me and Dre, we dipping again 3 wheel motion, chrome spokes on the rims Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Run up on us watch that 38 revolver spin I'm rich Game bitch, I made a few mill' Now the '64 Impala got a Paul Wall grill They say I moved out the hood I ain't keeping it real So I took the projects Put 'em on top of the hill I'm hungry, still rap like I ain't got no deal You can pop that Cristal, but nigga I pop steel I'm going diamond, I put that on my first born child I'm almost there, I ran 99 miles Bitches, they used to diss me, they feeling me now They say I rap like the ol' Snoop On Doggystyle. Ha ha!
This could be the day you get rich or This could be the day you try This could be the day you walk away or This could be the day you die
Yeah motherfucker, you hear my shit in the club When you do, 9 out of 10 times, I'm in the club Stop fucking with Cristal, I can't pay that price I take twenty 40 ounces and a bucket of ice Pour it on my niggas, now they flooded with ice Niggas hate me to my death, cause I'm loving my life I can walk through any hood, I paid that cost I ain't felt this good since I got shot in the heart 25 years old, put the tail on the Porsche 25 covers from Double XL to The Source Dr. Dre chose me, to carry the torch I spit, cause the D.O.C. lost his voice
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