Don't Worry 歌词 DON’T WORRY THE GAME W/MARY J BLIEGMARYCant wait till we make real love because these conjiccal visits just aint enough I’m really looking forward to a future for us*Baby don’t worry about it I’m gonna be right here waiting on youEven took a second job so they wont take the cars and put a lean on the houseI know its gonna be a while before you get out*baby don’t worry bout it I’m gonna be right here waiting on youThe dudes you ran with are fowl they been triin to get at me ever since you went downEven my girls are telling me I should end it all now*baby don’t worry bout it I’m gonna be right here waitin on youGAMEAll I can think about is that honey complexion and the way your skin glow when you slippin on them Dior dresses I know you wonder I why I got you a smith an Wesson cause them niggas in the hood is the reason we stressing I miss that gangsta love and the little affection hem butter soft lips when you kissin my chest and Mary I put nothing above you and behind that vest I got a heart ma gangsta need love tooMARYSome think the worst of youThey portray e you as a mennis and that’s not far from the truth you were caught up in the game and now its caught up to you*baby don’t worry bout it I’m gonna be right here waiting on youGAMEIt use to be caramel skin tones spree well rims on glass house ass out Jacob watch gemstones bandana Nike airs tennis bracelet wife here black rag do or die 45 right here every time I was down you was always right there when ever visiting hours came I know my wife there so pink diamonds right here chain hang ice there the reason for my tattoo tear I need you to hold me downIll be waiting on youIll be waiting on youI’m gonna be right here when ever you callOooBaby don’t worry about it I’m gonna beGameI’m locked up countin the days down trying to hold my head cause the penitentury aint no playground I’m dyin in here And I don’t know how you stay down in the shootin range twice a week bustin that trey pound I would never ask you to wait around but how do a white sandy beach in SANTRO PA soundAnd no more out of town trips on the greyhound just like me hittin like a beat from Dr Dre outMARYIll be waiting on youIll be waitinI’m gonna be right here for you babyBaby don’t worry about it I’m gonna be right hereWaiting on youYou know why I’m realI’m looking for a future with you babyWant to see you real soon ill be right there don’t worry don’t worry

Dreams 歌词 >DREAMS<([background music] i brought.. i brought.. i brought.. dreams... dreams... dreams... i brought you all my dreams... cuz i love you... i love you.. i love you.. [repeated throughout song])[Verse 1]I woke up out dat coma, 2000 and 1Bout the same time Dre dropped 2000 and 1Three years later, that album is doneAftermath presents: "Nigga With a Attitude : Volume 1"Rap critics politicin'Wanna know the outcomeReady to die,Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in oneI feel like Pac,after the Snoop Dogg trial was doneDre behind that G-Series and All Eyez On MeI watched the death of a dynastySo i told VIBE MAGAZINEWorkin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!"I had visions of makin a classicThen my wall turned black, like i was starin outa Stevie Wonders glassesIts kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye WestComin back from his fatal accident, to beat makin and rappinBut, we da futureWhitney Houston told me that: it's gon take mo' than a bullet in the heart to hold me back[HOOK]Blushin in this 40 ounceLettin the ink from my pen bleedCuz Marthin Luther King had a *DREAM*Aaliyah had a *DREAM*Left Eye had a *DREAM*So i reached out to Kanye and *i brought you all my dreams*B.G. music playing...[Verse 2]I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like MyaWhen i saw dat ass on a front of that KingRead the article in a magazineShe loved gangsters,loved nasty thingsSo im the glass house havin' nasty dreams!Good girls neva' give it upBut anything is possible, if 50 fucked VivicaHurdled lifes obstacles,found my way through the mazeThen joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and MazeUsed to dream about bein' a Unsigned HypeTill i was crushed my Dave Mase, almost let my pen fall asleep on a pageDaydreamin yesterdayDozin' off back-stageI tought i saw Eazy talkin to Jam Master JaySo i walked over heard Jam Master sayIts a hardknock life, then you pass awayThey say sleep is the cousin' of deathSo my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to ya last breath[HOOK]Blushin in this 40 ounceLettin the ink from my pen bleedCuz Marthin Luther King had a *DREAM*Aaliyah had a *DREAM*Left Eye had a *DREAM*So i reached out to Kanye and *i brought you all my dreams*B.G. music playing...[Verse 3]The Dream of Huey Newton, thats what im livin' throughThe Dream of Eric Wright, thats what im givin you!Who walk through the Whitehouse without a business suit?Compton had Jerry Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoesGave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my duesStarted of with Whoo-Kid then i started blazin ClueIt was all a Dream like B.I.G said it beDont sleep on me homie i BRING NIGHTMARERS TO REALITYRap Phenomenon defyin' the rules of gravityStudied all the classic start revisin my strategyCuz Marshall Mathers made itCurtis Jackson made itHead in the clouds wonderin where the hell Marvin Gaye went?How do i say this,im livin for my son but i can't figure out,why im at my temple with this gunWake up to a Jesus Piece like a Catohlic NunThe War to be a rap legend had just begun'[HOOK:]Blushin in this 40 ounceLettin the ink from my pen bleedCuz Marthin Luther King had a *DREAM*Aaliyah had a *DREAM*Left Eye had a *DREAM*So i reached out to Kanye and *i brought you all my dreams*B.G. music playing...[The GAME talking]This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price, the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slainDuring a gang shoot-out in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003, Rest in peace...B.G.Music fades to an end...

G.A.M.E 歌词 (feat. Young Noble (Outlawz))[19 second instrumental to open][The Game]Live now, die later, flood or clock the shit out of hatersGot niggaz tryin to "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like JadaGet your shit pushed back like Jada's CDI'll put your brains on that Kenwood TVSo you can see hell in 3D, it's right there dogAnd the Game behind the Desert is a nightmare dogIf it's pussy, I might share it dog, beef I'm right here dogI'm on the block, white Nike Airs onGucci check, Coogi sweat, they wanna knowif 22's on the truck, give me coochie yetBut I come through in the new GS with two, three tecsGot niggaz Harlem Shakin like the new G. DepTryin to read my whole script, but ain't seen the movie yetBetter have that glock stuffed tonightI'm comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, itA block bust tonight[Chorus 2X: The Game]Getting American Money Easy, all I knowThe Gangsta All Motherfuckers Envy, all my doughIt's a West coast knot, watch, let it bang outShots range out, for all the gangsta hangouts[The Game]Lace your tips, polish your gators, we like odds in VegasYou can't ball? Then it's probably the hatersCan't breathe then it's probably the Desert, if you a gangsta or notI give a fuck dog, bullets is hotAnd every nigga gon' cry when he hit, the more painthe more blood drain, he ain't survivin shitAnd your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they knowif they came through everybody in the X-5 is hitRed rag or blue rag, niggaz die for thisThe Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shitCompton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6Fuck you up like one time'll doAnd I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King BoulevardComin hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jawTurn your round trip into a one-way ticketYou can visit, but you can not lie and kick it[Chorus][Young Noble]Aiyyo, we left a stain on your block, you came with a copPointin fingers at them niggaz, that kept shit hotNext to 'Pac, I'm the hottest thang out, homey we can bang outOutlaw air it out, box 'em in, square it outLearn about your whereabouts and we right thereMe and Game have you left right thereN-O-B-L-E, O-U-T-L-A-W-ZWe bubble with ease, and I double my cheeseI got niggaz out in Compton that'll find yo' assI got niggaz out in Jersey, that'll hide yo' assfor a long time if you ever fuckin with mineIt's a thin line dog between the real and the fraudWe killin your squad, my homeboy still in the yardYou the type of motherfucker standin next to the GodThe Game is deep, you motherfuckers ain't the streetsYoung Noble and the homey Game flamin heat, c'mon[Chorus]

Where I'm from 歌词 (feat. Nate Dogg)[The Game]I'ma B-L-double-O-DBeen on songs with S-N-double-O-PInside a Ferrari with the D-R-ERun up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-GWalk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feetGot a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-CEve took me to Philly, never been to the penBeen to Uptown with 50, seen niggaz in TimbsI done seen Young Buck scuff Air Force Onesin Cashville, but Compton is {where I'm from}Where it's just me, my son, and my bitchShe graduated when Notorious B.I.G. dropped "Me & My Bitch"She get them birds past, I put her in first classAnd tell her to carry on that Duni & Burke bagShe from Grape Street, she know how to work the magAnd only buy white tees, tell 'em to keep the purple tagsCause the laces in my Chucks keep the beef crackinI lay niggaz out like creased khakisIn that G-wagon, lean like the 23's dragginI got the whole N-Y-C saggin[Chorus: Nate Dogg]If you don't know(Aftermath, nigga witta attitude) (Game time niggaz, Westside)Where I'm from(Nigga witta attitude) (Straight Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks)If you don't know(Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making)Where I'm from(Aftermath, you better watch your colors in the City of Angels)[The Game]Y'all niggaz got it fucked upWhat you thought cause I'm from Compton I couldn't do numbers like Usher?Platinum certified, nigga that's a mill' plusPlay both sides of the fence cause the Crips feel cuz'See me ridin with Nate, nigga it's still BloodYou can C-walk to this, homey it's still loveNigga I've been bangin since Mary J. did "Real Love"(If you don't know) I painted the Rover blackThe West coast is back, I can smoke to thatMoms got the CL-6, that's a factI bought the house, I'm just waitin on the platinum plaquesNiggaz lookin for a cat to jackHomey I'm willin to do two life sentences back to backSo please don't push me..You niggaz is W-N-B-A, all pussy[Chorus - 2X]

Westside Story 歌词 (feat. 50 Cent)[Verse 1]Crip niggaz, Blood niggaz, Essay's, Hasians,Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boyz, Jamaicans,Latin Kingz, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians,All these mutha fuckas been patiently waiting,Since the west coast fell off the streets been watchin,The west coast neva fell off i was asleep in Compton,Aftermath been here the beats been knockin,Nate Dogg doin his thing DPG still poppin,I got California love fuckin bitches to that Pac shit,And westside connection been had it locked bitch,I'm in the rear view my guns is cockin,I'll put red dots on that nigga head like rodman,All stars, phat laces, gun charge, court cases,Faught that, not guilty im back,Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack,Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back, payback,Homie i'll bring ur CA back,And i dont do button up shirts or drive Maybacks,All u old record labels tryin to advance,Aftermath bitch take it like a mutha fuckin man,[chorus x2]If you take a look in my eyes,You see i'll be a gangsta till I die,That California chronic got me so high,Game tell them where your from,Nigga westside![Verse 2]I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala,Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulicsRun up on my low-low you stop breathin,Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini,Gang bangin is real,Homie im livin proof like Snoop Dogg C-Walkin on top of da devils roof,Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that,Cuz red strings in this converse and this a Dre track,Keep jibberin jabberin i'll pull a .38 magnum,And get the clickin and clackin,You'll homies will wanna kno what happened,Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson,I might be Spike Lee, of this gun clappin,Prior to rappin I was drug trafficing, andIn the dope spot playin John Madden,Homie I aint braggin, I took five,If u wanna die run up on that black 745[chorus x2][Verse 3]New York New York, big city of dreams,I got my L.A Dodger fitted on im doin my thing,Got me fuckin wit G-Unit you kno the drama that bring,I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens,And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through,So i don't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Poo,I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus,Play bishop I paint that picture now who got the juice,You niggas is nuts so, i take off ur roof,Leave your ass steched out like a Cadilac Coupe,God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through,I was an OG in the hood before i turned 22,Homie I'll let the .38 special rip through that vest,And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser,Got Compton on my back,Im startin to feel the pressure,I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records[chorus x2]