[The Game]
Im from the old hood, somethin like yo hood
Where niggaz dont know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
Im a product of my environment, grew up in the 80s
So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies
And its evident my flow is heaven-sent
First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans
Nigga I cant be fucked, like a lesbian
Im to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans
Im a artist, never claimed to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G. and Pac departed
Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me
All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey
Im on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
Im a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump
like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
Im the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[Chorus One: The Game]
Too much Cris in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
[Chorus Two: Nate Dogg]
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare
Dont know how much atten-tion you pay
You better be ready to die, in this game
[The Game]
I thought I told yall
Im done with the beef clown, my son three now
And Ive been watchin Dre so long Im makin beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, fuck it it can go down
Nigga I spit the whole round, fo plus fo-pound
Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown
And Im Billy the Kid til they split my wig
I come back from the dead, tell em kill me again
Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me
Im gangsta, took more shots than Tookie
Im alive, so Ima take a Patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie
Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two
I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do?
Im the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[Chorus One Chorus Two]
[The Game]
Drive fast, both hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and hope that you dont crash
Its lyrical homicide, both airbags out
Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out
Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in
Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind
Four doors, leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a chrome fo-five under my hood
So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood
Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane
Long as my family straight, read this at my wake
I gave em The Documentary and they scraped the plate
Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face
I can not, will not ever be replaced
Im the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[Chorus One Chorus Two]
[Nate Dogg]
He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared
You cant find your girl, she right here
Im not a bad dream, Im a nightmare
Sides theres way too many hoes in here
[The Game]
Im from the old hood, somethin like yo hood
Where niggaz dont know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
Im a product of my environment, grew up in the 80s
So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies
And its evident my flow is heaven-sent
First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans
Nigga I cant be fucked, like a lesbian
Im to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans
Im a artist, never claimed to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G. and Pac departed
Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me
All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey
Im on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
Im a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump
like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
Im the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[Chorus One: The Game]
Too much Cris in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
[Chorus Two: Nate Dogg]
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare
Dont know how much atten-tion you pay
You better be ready to die, in this game
[The Game]
I thought I told yall
Im done with the beef clown, my son three now
And Ive been watchin Dre so long Im makin beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, fuck it it can go down
Nigga I spit the whole round, fo plus fo-pound
Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown
And Im Billy the Kid til they split my wig
I come back from the dead, tell em kill me again
Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me
Im gangsta, took more shots than Tookie
Im alive, so Ima take a Patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie
Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two
I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do?
Im the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[Chorus One Chorus Two]
[The Game]
Drive fast, both hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and hope that you dont crash
Its lyrical homicide, both airbags out
Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out
Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in
Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind
Four doors, leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a chrome fo-five under my hood
So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood
Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane
Long as my family straight, read this at my wake
I gave em The Documentary and they scraped the plate
Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face
I can not, will not ever be replaced
Im the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
[Chorus One Chorus Two]
[Nate Dogg]
He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared
You cant find your girl, she right here
Im not a bad dream, Im a nightmare
Sides theres way too many hoes in here