The Game Is On

Electro-convulsive therapy, part one Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Crip with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Stank with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Wop with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back This indo, produced by Timbo Game over, nah the N.W.A. chain choker Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rover Chain smokin, purple haze This ain't another one of those, this the rebirth of Dre The rebirth of L.A., the rebirth of hip-hop Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop Hold up, Timb stop - I said This another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop G-G-G-G-G - young homie got shit locked Public Enemy #1, Flavo Flav with a wristwatch All black G-Units, all black Impala I'm a schitzo, 3-wheelin the six-fo' 50 cent know I'm Compton most wanted when I'm ridin with Timbo Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West inn the backseat Of the Rover, ridin on dubs, nigga I'm West coastin 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 you wit'cha chest open Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the Tec smokin G-G-G-G-G - I done paid my dues N.W.A. is back, this is front page news I got Dre in the back, ridin on 22s Bitches screamin let me ride, it must be the shoes Red and black G6's, red dot on the Glock I'm goin three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) My unit is Guerilla Fuck with my La Familia, I will kill ya G-G-G-G-G-Unit - I know that boy, not familiar But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him (Is Compton in the house?) Without a doubt I'm the rapper with clout other niggas yap about You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser Got em puttin red and blue strings in they G-Units Get "Groupie Love", tell em to keep movin If I got a problem with a bitch I let Eve do it Unless she got on La Perla and I can see through it I don't just let her ride, I give her the keys to it Me and my bitch lay back in the Coupe I'm movin in the neighborhood, I ain't Passin through I woulda been here after Snoop, but I slowed down To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suit Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)

Had enough, I've really had enough Had enough of denial I'm not alright but I'm not gonna lie I don't know that I ever was All alone, I've waited, all alone Held it in as I played by your rules I've been biting my lip But I'm losing my grip I'm coming down, down, down When all the hate burns off I'm left here with the pain Behind our vain devices Are we all the same? Change me into something I believe in Change me so I don't have to pretend Take a breath and try to play along But I'm a terrible liar I feel the world like a brick on my chest And the party's just begun Throw the rope I'm wading Through the mud From your mouth flow a thousand truths But you know There's only one When all the hate burns off I'm left here with the pain Change me into something I believe in Change me so I don't have to pretend Sweet words, they mean nothing, they're not true 'Cause the game is over I want it all or I want nothing at all Maybe I can Change me into something I believe in Change me so I don't have to pretend Your sweet words, they mean nothing, save your breath The game is over

Don't think it's over when you say goodbye You think it's easy to break a heart But don't forget ten thousand tears I cry Love's game I knew it from the start Love is the name of the game, oh, stop Let me feeling this game,this love You're a part of my heart Don't leave me lonely in the heat of the night Oh oh love Is the name of the game Don't stop When you're feeling the same my love I'm living just for you Please, make my dreams come true That time I've changing boy, why can't you see Now it's the time to say the truth Was it a joke When you said Stay with me Don't bring me down Don't make me blue Love Is the name of the game Oh,stop Let me feeling this game this love You're a part of my heart Don't leave me lonely in the heat of the night Oh oh Love Is the name of the game Don't stop, when you're feeling the same My Love, I'm living just for you Please, make my dreams come true You think it's easy when you say Goodbye But don't forget the tears I cry Love is the name of the game Oh stop Let me feeling this game this love You're a part of my heart Don't leave me in lonely in the heat of the night Oh oh love Is the name of the game Don't stop When you're feeling the same My love I'm leaving just for you Please, make my dreams come true

F**k up some money some more I'm all in the club with your ho Bad bi**hes on the pole All this money on the floor Money, everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor F**k up some money some more I'm all in the club with your ho Bad bi**hes on the pole 50 thousand on the floor Everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor Everybody on the floor (1 – Quavo) Quavo yeah, it's Migos and Game in the club, ni**a Order up a whole dub, ni**a, if you're broke I can't f**k with yah No way broke ni**a, only real ni**as in my section Thank the Lord for my blessings, I'm dripping dab, salad dressing When I'm in LA I feel like Blake Griffin Shout out to my trap, ni**as in the kitchen You came in with your bi**h, now you say she missing where? QC the label and we independent, Quavo the lieutenant Look up in the air, it's a money shower Look down at my Rollie, can't tell the hour My diamonds so wet, think I need a towel I'm trapping a bomb like the Twin Towers When you get money, it come with the power Young ni**a came from having the sour, 3 hoes in the shower Beat it, I kill it, call me Michael Myers (Repeat) (2 – Takeoff) F**k up some money some more In the club spilling Actavis all on my Louboutin toe Young Rich Nation that's the clothing Young ni**a run up a check like Usain Bolt My wrist spinning in the pot like a merry go I got the game in the walls of Jericho You ni**as rookies and I'm a professional Now roll up a Backwood and stuff it with cookie dough Hop out that Bentley, I'm rich And diamonds dancing soon as a ni**a hit the door Show out the money like a coin toss I bet the bi**hes going to hit the floor My ni**as, their thots and they like chico Went to Puerto Rico, plug name Rico It's my way, my ni**a, but no Carlito Ni**as try to bite the swag and I'ma take it back like repo We put that flow in the industry You ni**as know and you better remember me I hear y'all bitch ass ni**as gossiping Just call me Elmo cause y'all ni**as tickle me All these diamonds look refrigerated It costs 30 thousand just to look at me Drinking Actavis, I put a pint off in a can, now we call that oil sheen (Repeat) (3 – Game) Used to get my chickens from Tijuana so I been f**king with amigos Yeah ni**a it's killing season, I'm paid in full, I'm rico They tryna hit me with the R.I.C.O, but I'm lowkey with them kilos That 8-Ball fat as Cee-Lo til they barged in like Chico They ain't find shit but Nemo, had to take a break like free throws You ain't get your dick s**ked today, that's no neck, Benzino Left eye in that peephole, got me sipping all on this Clicquot Ni**as sell they put the Glock nine in your ego Yeah I grew up whipping the baking soda Had to shave an onion just to make my quota I was playing ball, knocked out a cop Can't talk about it cause the case is open Business a game til the rape is open Two desert Eagles, that's chain smoking Yeah, ni**as bark like ni**as hard But wanna sue a ni**a when his face swollen On my own I'm too legit, Maserati with the kick I got 20-20 vision, I see diamonds on my wrist I see mami with the s**t, and she pop it while she strip Everybody taking shots, I'm too caught up on a strip, ni**a (Repeat)