Cellphone lyrics

by

The Game


[Verse 1: The Game]
I remember days on Crenshaw
Take a n*gga Beamer, hit the hood, take his rims off
Then hit that block, let him hear that Pac
That sh*t don't stop, su-woo
New coupe, through the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims
New b*tch throwin' up Ps, whoo whoop
Compton n*ggas ain't never gon' be the same
It's in my blood, you see my veins
You see my tats, you feel my pain
You in my hood? You from a gang
You got two seconds to answer where you from
Or you gon' see your brains
Now that you slumped I see your change
n*gga we got canals, shelves
n*ggas that tried, n*ggas that died
n*ggas that fell well off in a jail cell
sh*t, we got n*ggas with full clips
That'll dip through your set and disappear like Hell Rell
No bail like the Peace Prize
Get caught up in the middle of the street at the light
You f*ckin' bean pie
Middle of your forehead n*gga, that's where the beam lie
(You be ok) Cause I done seen God
[Chorus: The Game]
n*ggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble head red bone
I just killed a n*gga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my n*gga Legs gone
I just killed a n*gga on my cellphone
Stop that

[Verse 2: Quincey White]
Playin' Chronic, blazin' chronic with the windows tinted
Cause those that don't cut the check the ones in yo' business
Rappers sendin' death threats but still ain't sent no killers
The TEC a stretch away, squeeze myself, can't depend on n*ggas
sh*t on n*ggas check the urinal and you'll see
That I be droppin' jewels and you should take 'em like a jewel thief
Wolves teeth is what I use to eat my f*ckin' pray up with
Used to make the yayo flip, now Game told me to lay your hits
Teamed up, toured the US just to let the name ring
Goin' home to f*ck sh*t up, I did the King James thing
Steak and lobster with the general, sit with a gangster posture
Blowin' all these bands, fans screamin' like it's Frank Sinatra
Made it out the South Bay Village, homies hate I prosper
But I don't owe you n*ggas sh*t, I'm supposed to thank my mama
On a chase for commas, got 'em and I raised the Llama
Hotter than a blazin' comet, f*ckin' South Central monster
[Chorus: The Game]
n*ggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble head red bone
I just killed a n*gga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my n*gga Legs gone
I just killed a n*gga on my cellphone
Stop that

[Outro skit: (The Game & Stat Quo)]
The f*ck?
Oh sh*t, sh*t
Chuck, Chuck!
What?
This motherf*cker Chequana down here sucking the Wolf di*k n*gga
You bullsh*t
n*gga bring your mother f*ckin phone, I gotta get this sh*t on the gram n*gga, gotta get my followers up, I'm gonna blow the internet up with this mother f*cker
That b*tch on WorldStar n*gga
Damn
Push the door open n*gga, watch out
Oh the n*gga bustin' on
Nasty b*tch
b*tch get the f*ck out of my house b*tch
This nasty b*tch
The dead n*gga, the mother f*cker wolf game head, b*tch I didn't even know Wolves could c*m my n*gga
Lowkey
Shawty got the best head ever
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