Face of L.A. by The Game Lyrics
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[Intro: The Game]
I thought I leave you niggas wit a little something to play with
While I finish my fuckin' album
Everybody wanna know when the fuck my album comin' out
Whenever the fuck I drop it
Wait...
[The Game]
Here the breakdown
Before I tell y'all who I be
I gotta say Proof R.I.P
That's for Em
The 40 ounce spillin' that's for him
I got the system in the Bentley on blast for him
I go bananas like classic Timbs
And my lyrics go over a niggas head like a new era brim
And I bang like a new era brim
Translation: A brim is a blood; like me and Mac 10
Any nigga want the drama I reach for the Mac 10
Make the fitted cap spin, 'till it peel back skin
Eazy baby you don't want it, believe me baby
Yeeeeaahh, 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 lot 'o him
The niggas behind me, you gon' see a lot them
Enough niggas to fill up every room in the Ramada Inn
A&R's at the label like "not again, every time we put a nigga out Game slaughter them"
Catch 'im the alley, what you gon' do without your man?
Feel like I'm Bishop standing over Radames
You niggas bitches, throwin' rocks, then hide ya hands
'Till I chew yo ass up like Flintstone vitamins
I smell pussy, somebody let the cats loose
I'm the Drama King, you'd think I found Papoose
Who's next to put on the rat suit?
I fuck 'em Doggy Style, you can go ask Snoop
While I bump this Mobb Deep in the Cadillac coupe (haha)
Nah, I really like track number 2
So I put a 100 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'll still bet his fuckin' black card on me
Be cool, cause when the heats drew
Them hollow tips'll fuck up ya stomach, like seafood
My niggas hungry, when they look at you they see food
Give it up or I see you in the ICU with a bed and some IV's too
Nurse re-teachin' yo ass how to chew
Fuck this rap shit, nigga I got a shoe
Next color on the shelf is North Carolina blue
I'm gettin' married, she from North Carolina too
But you won't catch me in the North Carolina blue
If you see me in Raleigh, just slidin' through
Throw your rags in the air like North Carolinians do
Before you run up, think about what you're tryin' to do
'Cause the 12 gauge eat niggas like piranha food
On my son I push ya head backwards
'Cause I'll never ever ever be the next dead rapper
I'd rather be alive pushin' some 2008 shit
'Cause you gotta be dead in a box to be somebody's favorite
I ain't sayin' I'm about 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
A.K. spit, give that Maybach a face lift
Now back to the basics
My flow so amazin' if this was 88 and I could rap, I'd wear you out like Asics
Wear you out like them ugly ass Bape shits
Funny ass jackets got the hood on some gay shit
Them look like Nike's with stars on 'em, face it
The whole world blind, everybody on that Ray shit
Roll a blunt and get higher then 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 ya money and ya skateboard, I was a asshole
Now I blast fo', leave 'em on this grass swole
Kickin and Pushin' 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 slow
Mad cause I get love in New York, like DiMaggio
Brooklyn niggas say my flow nuts like pistachios
See me in the '64 and wonder why the ass is low
I got them bricks in it, that real yayo
That Tony Montana, drop the shit off the Pedro
I buy guns but the tons, bullets by the case load
We can find Osama when I say so
I got niggas flyin' in from San Diego
That'll smoke your town turn it into Waco
Come through give ya whole hood a makeover
Sit on yo block in the bullet proof Range Rover
Make you fade to black and I ain't Hova
Think about that the next time you say The Game over
[Outro: The Game]
You know I usually talk a lot of shit at the end of my mother fuckin' freestyles
But it ain't nobody else left to beef with....
One
Exclusive
[Intro: The Game]
I thought I leave you niggas wit a little something to play with
While I finish my fuckin' album
Everybody wanna know when the fuck my album comin' out
Whenever the fuck I drop it
Wait...
[The Game]
Here the breakdown
Before I tell y'all who I be
I gotta say Proof R.I.P
That's for Em
The 40 ounce spillin' that's for him
I got the system in the Bentley on blast for him
I go bananas like classic Timbs
And my lyrics go over a niggas head like a new era brim
And I bang like a new era brim
Translation: A brim is a blood; like me and Mac 10
Any nigga want the drama I reach for the Mac 10
Make the fitted cap spin, 'till it peel back skin
Eazy baby you don't want it, believe me baby
Yeeeeaahh, 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 lot 'o him
The niggas behind me, you gon' see a lot them
Enough niggas to fill up every room in the Ramada Inn
A&R's at the label like "not again, every time we put a nigga out Game slaughter them"
Catch 'im the alley, what you gon' do without your man?
Feel like I'm Bishop standing over Radames
You niggas bitches, throwin' rocks, then hide ya hands
'Till I chew yo ass up like Flintstone vitamins
I smell pussy, somebody let the cats loose
I'm the Drama King, you'd think I found Papoose
Who's next to put on the rat suit?
I fuck 'em Doggy Style, you can go ask Snoop
While I bump this Mobb Deep in the Cadillac coupe (haha)
Nah, I really like track number 2
So I put a 100 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'll still bet his fuckin' black card on me
Be cool, cause when the heats drew
Them hollow tips'll fuck up ya stomach, like seafood
My niggas hungry, when they look at you they see food
Give it up or I see you in the ICU with a bed and some IV's too
Nurse re-teachin' yo ass how to chew
Fuck this rap shit, nigga I got a shoe
Next color on the shelf is North Carolina blue
I'm gettin' married, she from North Carolina too
But you won't catch me in the North Carolina blue
If you see me in Raleigh, just slidin' through
Throw your rags in the air like North Carolinians do
Before you run up, think about what you're tryin' to do
'Cause the 12 gauge eat niggas like piranha food
On my son I push ya head backwards
'Cause I'll never ever ever be the next dead rapper
I'd rather be alive pushin' some 2008 shit
'Cause you gotta be dead in a box to be somebody's favorite
I ain't sayin' I'm about 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
A.K. spit, give that Maybach a face lift
Now back to the basics
My flow so amazin' if this was 88 and I could rap, I'd wear you out like Asics
Wear you out like them ugly ass Bape shits
Funny ass jackets got the hood on some gay shit
Them look like Nike's with stars on 'em, face it
The whole world blind, everybody on that Ray shit
Roll a blunt and get higher then 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 ya money and ya skateboard, I was a asshole
Now I blast fo', leave 'em on this grass swole
Kickin and Pushin' 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 slow
Mad cause I get love in New York, like DiMaggio
Brooklyn niggas say my flow nuts like pistachios
See me in the '64 and wonder why the ass is low
I got them bricks in it, that real yayo
That Tony Montana, drop the shit off the Pedro
I buy guns but the tons, bullets by the case load
We can find Osama when I say so
I got niggas flyin' in from San Diego
That'll smoke your town turn it into Waco
Come through give ya whole hood a makeover
Sit on yo block in the bullet proof Range Rover
Make you fade to black and I ain't Hova
Think about that the next time you say The Game over
[Outro: The Game]
You know I usually talk a lot of shit at the end of my mother fuckin' freestyles
But it ain't nobody else left to beef with....
One