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The Game( Jayceon Terrell Taylor )
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Remedy [Clean]
Lyricist:Isaac Hayes, Alvertis Isbell, Justin Smith, Jayceon Taylor
As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side Smokin' ***, just 'Let Me Ride'
You would do it if my name was Dre Second comin', ***, throw it up for the King of L.A. I'm known for makin' *** take they clothes off Long as I'm from Compton, California, I could never go soft
I'm hard as a *** of raw Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball F*** the law, feedin' my son is a must Whip it soft, whip it hard, in *** we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look *** on the 20? G answer, *** been around for centuries Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the Public Enemy Ridin' the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell) I got the remedy (Now they got me in a cell) Aftermath got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell) *** back up, back up, back up, back up (Now they got me in a cell) 'Fore you get your punk *** smoked
I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me I'm from the City of Angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy And starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked Where you from fool? Better say you pro-black
'Cause walkin' in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin' Is like Giuliani tryin' to get rid of the *** Now that 'Pac passed, tryin' to put us on Death Row Get ready for the Aftermath
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I run through the city like Godzilla Doin' mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped 'Cop ***' Pull a *** out the trunk of the Chevy There go another victim of a 187
Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand? Even the toughest *** run when my *** go blam So kick back and watch the *** dance N.W.A. is back, now let me see your *** hands
(Now they got me in a cell) I got the remedy (Now they got me in a cell) Aftermath got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell) *** back up, back up, back up, back up (Now they got me in a cell) 'Fore you get your punk *** smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so All black interior on the cherry red six-fo' N*** endin' they careers tryin' to shut me up Actin' like I traded in my khakis for a button up
The West Coast still dippin' Game still *** and Snoop still *** So what you sayin', loc? Red and blue bandanna Tied in a knot, as I creep through the ***
They say it ain't good *** if you don't choke *** got my head spinnin' like the hundred spokes Three wheelin' through the neighborhood System on blast, as the *** one-time pass
The key to *** is aim steady Turn that Bape hoody into *** confetti When you cross that enemy line Close your eyes, 'Parental Discretion Iz Advised'
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