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Album: The Documentary

Put You On The Game

First things first (aftermath) the chronic is back
This is indo produced by timbo
Game over naw the NWA chain choka is burnin rubber inside the range rova
Chain smokin purple haze this ain't anotha one of those this the rebirth of dre
The rebirth of la the rebirth of hip-hop
Another memorial for makaveli and big pop
Hold up timb stop
I said this anotha memorial
For makaveli and big pop g-g-g-g-g!
Young homie got shit locked public enemy #1
Flava flav on the wristwatch
All black g-units
All black impala I'm a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo
50 cent know iI'm comptons most wanted when
I'm ridin wit timbo

Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that
Show me where ya friends at we can flip that
Lemme put you on the game
I show you where the bloods at where the crips at
Show you where they flip crack where they bitch at

I ain't got the west on my shoulda got the west in the backseat of the rova
Ridin' on dubs nigga
I'm westcoastin
The next hova from the home of the best doja
Makin' all that racket I got the u.s. open
Stunt on me
I'll leave u wit ya chest open vest broken
Hop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin g-g-g-g-g!
I done paid my dues NWA is back this is front page news
I got dre in the back ridin on 22's. bitches screamin 'let me ride'
It must be the shoes
Red and black g6's red dot on the glock
I'm goin 3x platinum dawg how
Do I stop? I'm hot


My unit is gorilla fuck with my la familia
I will kill ya
I know that boy not familia(r)
But you got to feel em if the docta sealed em
(is compton in the house?) without a doubt
I'm the rapper wit clout otha niggaz yap about
You know the one that introduced new york to
The beach cruiser got em puttin red and blue
Strings in they g-units
Get groupie luv
Tell em to keep movin if i gotta problem wit a bitch
I let eve do it unless she got on a pearl
And I can see through it
I don't just let her ride
I give her the keys to it
Me and my bitch layed back
In the coupe I'm movin in the neighborhood I ain't passin through
I woulda been here afta snoop
But i slowed down and showed timbaland how to iron a khaki suit


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