The Game - Face Of L.A. lyrics
I thought I'll leave you niggas with something to play with
While I finish my fucking album
Everybody wanna know when the fuck my album coming out
Whenever the fuck I drop it
Wait!
Here to break down...
Before I tell y'all who I be
I gotta say Proof R.I.P.
That's for Em. The 40oz spilling that's for him
I got the system in the Bentley on blast for him
I go bananas like plastic timbs
And my lyrics go over niggas' heads like a new era brim
And I bang like a new era brim
Translation - a brim is a Blood
Like me and Mack 10
Any nigga want the drama I reach for the MAC-10
Make your fitted cap spin til it peel back skin
Easy baby. You don't want it, believe me baby
Yeah! Like Jeezy baby
L.A. on my face, the logo from the Dodger brim
I'm the face of L.A., you gon' see a lotta him
The niggas behind me you gon' see a lotta them
Enough niggas to fill up every room in the Ramada Inn
A&Rs the label like, "Not again"
Every time we put a nigga out, Game slaughter them
Catch him in the alley, what you gon' do without your man
Feel like I'm Bishop standing over radamans
You niggas bitches throwing rocks then hide your hands
Til I chew your ass up like Flintstones vitamins
I smell pussy, somebody let the cats loose
I'm the drama king you think I found Papoose
Who's next to put on the rat suit?
I fuck em Doggystyle you can go and ask Snoop
While I bump this Mobb Deep in the Cadillac coupe
Naw I really like track number two
So I put a hundred bars on it
You couldn't make my freestyle whack, if you went and put Chico DeBarge on it
I'm so hard homie. I swear to God homie
50 Cent will still bet his fucking black card on me
Be cool, cos when the heat's drew,
The hollow tips will fuck up your stomach, like seafood
My niggas hungry when they look at you they see food
Give it up, or I see you, in the I.C.U.
With a bed and some IVs too
Nurse be teaching your ass how to chew
Fuck this rap shit nigga I got a shoe
Next color on the shelf is North Carolina blue
I'm getting married, she from North Carolina too
But you won't catch me in that North Caroline blue
If you see me in Raleigh, just sliding through
Throw your rags in the air like North Carolinians do
Before you run up, think about what you tryna do
Cos the 12-gauge eat niggas like piranha food
On my son I push your head backwards
Cos I never ever ever be the next dead rapper
I'd rather be alive pushing some 2008 shit
Cos you gotta be dead in a box to be somebody's favorite
I ain't saying I'm 'bout to go where Ma$e went
But you won't find me upside down on the pavement
I'm behind the desk, on some Jay shit
Some niggas don't want me to shine, can you say snitch
Black Wall Street niggas hop out and spray shit
AK spit, give that Maybach a face lift
Now back to the basics. My flow so amazing
If this was '88 and I could rap,
I weigh you out like A6
Weigh you out like them ugly ass babe shits
Funny ass jackets got the hood on some gay shit
Them look like Nikes with stars on em, face it
The whole world blind everybody on that Ray shit
Roll a blunt and get higher than a spaceship
Touch the Sky nigga I'm on that Kanye shit
Back in the day I used to bump Jaz-O
Run up on you take your money and your skateboard, I was an asshole
Now I blast fo, leave him on the grass swole
Kick it and push it like Lupe Fiasco
I got a jab like Floyd even Zab know
Try to play The Game get punched out like Glass Joe
Hip hop cops on my dick, hit the Ave's slow
Mad cos I get love in New York, like DiMaggio
Brooklyn niggas say my flow nuts like pistachio
See my in the six-fo' and wonder why the ass is low
I got them bricks in it, that real llello
That Toni Montana drop this shit off to Pedro
I buy guns by the tons, bullets by the caseload
We can find Osama when I say so
I got niggas flying in from San Diego
That'll smoke your town and turn it into Waco
Come through give your whole hood a makeover
Sit on your block in a bulletproof Range Rover
Make you fade to black, and I ain't Hova
Think about that the next time you say The Game over
[Outro]
You know I usually talk shit at the end of my motherfucking freestyles
But they ain't nobody else left to beef with
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Thanks to Nano for correcting these lyrics
