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the game – home invasion كلمات اغاني

[refrain]
once upon a time, it was a n_gga from compton
with a militant mindset and an innocent conscience
he got into some nonsense

[verse 1]
n_gga jumped in the car with a strap out
just got done mixin’ dope in the trap house, black out
back out, rags out, stack house, tap out
trigger finger itchy, lookin’ for opps
in the city where these n_ggas do not
f_ck around when they holdin’ them glocks
drop the top while you ride in the drop
in the kitchen like we know betty crock’
cook the dope, take it out of the pot
rock it up then we back on the block
n_ggas jaw_jackin’ while the cars passin’
started jackin’ d_ckies, that’s our fashion
turn the lights off when the law’s flashin’
n_ggas in the field, playin’ all madden
assassin, we back_to_back in
impalas and cadillac
escalade, it’s matte black
with cactus sticks hangin’ out the back of it
n_ggas don’t know the half of it
we come through like we cappin’ sh_t
ski maskin’ sh_t, cl!ck_clackin’ sh_t
all in your mail, open packages
on this compton sh_t, demonic sh_t
chronic hits with confidence, ominous
obviously, probably be high as f_ck
and that’s why we trippin’ over minor sh_t
running over prominent
neighborhoods just to bring our mama sh_t
dominant n_gga sh_t
they gon’ wish they left us on the biggest continent
hood politics, the drama gets sticky
hollow tips, i’m lettin’ off fifty
out of it ’cause i’m ridin’ round tipsy
promise this is payback for nipsey
[refrain]
once upon a time, it was a n_gga from compton
threw a rag in his pocket and start callin’ it bompton
he was nickel and dimin’, was the sign of the times when—
n_gga had to take a deep breath

[verse 2]
i tried walkin’ straight past him
i seen t_flats and they askin’
i got on my khakis, my rag is hangin’
out the back under my backpack
and all my homies in a casket
that’s why i’m standin’ in the gap with this ratchet
tryna get to tam’s
after that, walk all the way to athens
so what the f_ck is up? my knuckles up
my daddy always told me that i had to toughen up
i got my hat backwards and the strap back in
i ain’t have a thought if they was buckled up
i’ve been outside since i was jumped in
in my hood, they call that double dutch
this cedar block where heaters pop
and we catch fades, come get this uppercut
back home with the lights off and the roaches
can’t write sh_t, can’t rap, can’t focus
got blunt burns in my grandma sofa
i’m hopin’ i don’t end up hopeless
used to play ball, dribble the rock and f_ck roaches
stack bread whether or not it got molded
all red, circle the block, it’s not over
ain’t lettin’ n_ggas get shot without motives
all dead n_ggas’ blocks we drive over
never look back or stop for y’all vultures
drive straight over the tops and got focus
ready or not, we ’bout to take over
we soldiers, hold ’em, not fold ’em
boulders is rollin’ like otis
tempted to take the controller
out your hand, f_ck my composure
windows get rolled down, we smokin’
enemies, opps and whoever
outside, no matter the weather
handguns is light as a feather
fly off the handle, you die
no, we ain’t waitin’ to ride
we called your slice of the pie
and tell ’em they sp_ce in the sky
[refrain]
once upon a time, it was a n_gga from bompton
with a flow like a monster who was movin’ that contraband
d_mn, y’all n_ggas is sick
you bet’ not hold your breath in this b_tch

[verse 3]
pressin’ the issue, new ‘vette
i’ma show you what the sh_t do, new tec
and it’s military issue, see blood
so it definitely hit you, ayy, blood
what they do with all the tissue?
pass around at the funeral, it’s unusual
to see his opps standin’ in the background, laugh now
no pat downs, i’m in here with the strap now
blatt_blatt_blatt, brratt
it’s a wrap, n_ggas ain’t comin’ back
it’s a wrap, you can tell ’em i said it
n_gga been dead and we still ain’t dead it
and the whole block live, ten glock .9s
everybody on they lives, n_gga
my team vers’ your team
middle of the sofi, tell ’em take a dive, n_gga
black lives matter, don’t they?
but n_ggas k!ll n_ggas, won’t they?
pull up on the corner, leave you laid out
next to the lady sellin’ elote
it’s “gang_gang” ’til it’s time to roleplay
he was ballin’ at a n_gga, oj
we in and out and we ain’t have to crochet
i’m a smooth criminal, annie, are you okay?
i was robbin’ n_ggas, i was jackin’ for beats
i was baldhead with my khakis creased
jumpin’ over fences with the athletes feet
i was off to compton, i was packin’ heat
never met d_wade yet
never hit the 101 freeway yet
in the game, but ain’t say ea yet
outkast ain’t made 3k yet
i was in your house like—

- the game

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