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the game - hit the news lyrics
[hook]
40 ounces ain’t the only thing poppin’
’round here we get it clockin’ when the things start knockin’
low lows ain’t the only thing droppin’
bodies hit the ground, tires screeching n-ggas yell “compton!”
like ooh, ooh
them n-ggas hoppin’ out of coupés, coupés
f-ck you thought n-gga? they tryna’ overuse the shotty
sh-t i’m tryna’ hit the news with the shotty
[verse 1: the game]
i am from where the n-ggas say “what’d up cuh?”
you can get your -ss wet up by “one blood?”
and i bet they just saw el chapo
and you can get your noodles spilled right up in your taco
and you can get your taco turnt into some nachos
all over cheese my n-gga
what’s beef my n-gga? ridin’ by slow mo
bullet holes in caine and sharif my n-gga!
f-ck peace my n-gga! cause every time we try that
we get smoked by police my n-gga
i am bringing sheets my n-gga
went from being skinny and gettin’ jacked for my penny’s to a beast my n-gga
[hook]
40 ounces ain’t the only thing poppin’
’round here we get it clockin’ when the things start knockin’
low lows ain’t the only thing droppin’
bodies hit the ground, tires screeching n-ggas yell “compton!”
like ooh, ooh
them n-ggas hoppin’ out of coupés, coupés
f-ck you thought n-gga? they tryna’ overuse the shotty
sh-t i’m tryna’ hit the news with the shotty
[verse 2: the game]
i want the zooms zooms and wam wams, bricks in the trans am
shooters on first, second and third, that’s a grand slam
these rap n-ggas fruit loops; toucan sam
when i say so, bloods rush like a handstand
and ain’t with that old death row sh-t
been bangin’ since ’94, i ain’t never did no hoe sh-t
type of n-gga i am, empty out the whole clip
call my yg’s and have em’ run through your whole sh-t
who was before kendrick, who was before nip?
middle of the slauson, did my sh-t fighting four crips
you win some and you lose some n-gga
you break knuckles and you bruise some n-gga, what?
[hook]
40 ounces ain’t the only thing poppin’
’round here we get it clockin’ when the things start knockin’
low lows ain’t the only thing droppin’
bodies hit the ground, tires screeching n-ggas yell “compton!”
like ooh, ooh
them n-ggas hoppin’ out of coupés, coupés
f-ck you thought n-gga? they tryna’ overuse the shotty
sh-t i’m tryna’ hit the news with the shotty
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