Lost Angels lyrics

[Intro: The Game]
R-Mean
Naaa mean?

[R-Mean]
Mother f*cking game

[Hook: Marka]
My hood
My block
My city loves me
For the things I do
And there ain't no way to stop me
They all seen where I've been
Already know where I'm from
But you can't go if can't follow in the footsteps of a lost angel

[Verse 1: R-Mean]
If you on top I'm 'bout to push you off B
I'm like a wobbly bridge over treacherous waters
Don't cross me
I can give you my address
Even give you the cross street
You be usin' that mapquest
Still I bet you get lost B
It's R-Mean homie
I don't squash beef
I hold grudges
You cross me and Ima kill all you mothaf*ckas
Strictly spit the types of sh*t you feel
So they be like "Yo he ain't Jewish but he is-Real"
My yamaka us my dodger fitted
Its a holocaust how the R will off these garbage soft rappers
No Hitlers
Came from humble beginnings
Now we humble contenders
With a flow that's sharp enough to circ*mcise all of your infants
Yeah
Homie I'm rocky in that slaughterhouse
c*cky like your daughter's mouth
Shawty's 'bout the bottles that we poppin'
As we order rounds
Its goin' down
These b*tches prove that
And I don't eat her pus*y
I get other chicks to do that
[Hook]

[Verse 2: The Game]
On my grind since '05
I had a cutless
But I ain't have no drive
All I ever wanted to be was a street n*gga
Dre put me in a freestyle battle to eat n*ggas
So I did
Now my kids in private school
And I'm on private jets
It ain't a f*ckin' thing I regret
There ain't a f*ckin' thing I respect
Except God
Drinkin' Ace of Spades
Pull every one of you n*ggas' cards
f*ck every one of your broads
No remorse
Take the condom off
Nut in that b*tch
And let the sperm take its course
Dr. Evil
My attitude worse than Styles P
10 times worse than Beanie Sigel
I'm the sequel
Speak my name and Ima see you
You ain't never seen a devil in a bullet proof regal
Clutchin 2 eagles like thick shoulder pads
I'm the west coast king
I know they mad
But f*ck 'em...
[Hook]

[Verse 3: R-Mean]
So follow me
Heaven my destination
I'll show you that we in-hell like the sess we blazin
I'm inspired like my lungs
Cemetery off 'em
These wack rappers
Robitussin couldn't clear your coffin
Your cornea show that you corny
I carry California on me
You couldn't
Your vertebrae will crack
Got you slippin' like a disc in a herniated back
f*ckin' with this lost angel
Homie I'm far from a saint though
So who stoppin' the big bodies
I'm coppin' the S class
You push little C's like Junior Mafia
So grab your di*ks if you love Hip Hop
And rub your mothaf*ckin' titties if you with me
This for my city
So if you new to this
Peep how we do this sh*t
The weak will get eat
Cause the streets full of Judases
The meek shall inherit
Game bodying the rest
Been grey but today the sun rises in the west
[Hook]