Red Rolls, White Ceilin’ lyrics

by

The Game


[Verse 1]
I'll be in a red Rolls, white ceilin'
No body, no casket, just blood spillin'
I ain't a new President but I love killin'
They like, “Game, where ya been?”
Blood chillin'
But not on no islands and villa
I’ve been lost in Compton with some drug dealers, uh
I bought the Relapse, loved it, hit the block, hugged it
Kobe still makin' crack, the new Kobe shoes-ism
But I ain't seen 'em in years
Still survive like n*ggas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, spit the most butta
Them shoes got more game than n*ggas at the Rucker

[Verse 2]
My first million was standin' on the project bulidin', yeah
Everybody in the world know the feelin'
When you feel like you made it
Feel like you the greatest
And everybody that don't like you call 'em haters
'Cause the haters be watchin' (That's right)
Cops be watchin' (That's right)
But I be on the block sellin' crack, straight glockin'
I'm from Compton, fool, you know what it do
Made my first million, what about you?
[Verse 3]
Straight outta Compton, a monster stompin'
Yeah, you know it, everybody in the kitchen cookin'
The pots is greazy and they know about Eazy
Don't believe me, come to Compton too—
Too P-A-C, you know what to do
G-A-M-E, C-P-T, yeah
They call it Bompton, I call it Compton, Bompton
We don't want no problems
I know Problem, he from the west Side, I'm from the West Side
Rosecrans, Priscilla Wilmington, where them tags fly
Yeah, everybody got some to say but ain't sh*t to talk about when it's NWA

[Verse 4]
I kinda walk in and sit there
Stare at the mirror
Waitin' for the girl to come out who look clearer then water
That's somebody's daughter, don't know how I feel about it, uh
I'm too real about it
She comin' out thongs, pantyhose
I got some ones, I might throw it, I might not
It depends if she twerk to 'Pac, yeah, twerk to 'Pac
Twerk to Dre, twerk to Eazy
Twerk to Ye, twerk to Yeezy
I'll be chillin' with Ciroc
Nah, Diddy ain't here but them b*tches about to drop
Uh, I think I see Amber Rose
Uh, I think I see Blac Chyna
Uh, I think I'm about to tip her
Nope, I keep my money, f*ck them strippers
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