The Game — Bills Is Paid

[Intro: DJ Skee] Unfortunately all great things must come to an end It looks like that time is upon us Broadcastin' live from the Skee Lodge in Hollywood, Californ-I-A Inside the great California Republic I'm the world-famous DJ Skee signin' out with my brother, The Game And before we do that, we still got a couple treats for y'all We need to bring it back to the West Coast Shout to my brother, Nipsey Hussle Uncle Snoop, what up? Anyways, 'til we meet again See y'all on Skee TV Money Gang, we out DJ Skee [Chorus] My bills are paid And everything's okay It's like every day Summertime in L.A [Verse 1: The Game] Yeah, I'm from Compton, home of the fiends Home of the monsters, home of triple beams Home of the shattered fuckin' dreams Where most niggas I grew up with ain't make it to see they teens Ain't no Freddy, ain't no Jason, but niggas too scared to dream And they rippin' pages out of them books 'bout Dr. King You don't wanna know half the shit I seen Where readin' a magazine get you hit with a magazine Niggas ain't scared to murder 'cause the jails too packed Kill a nigga, he be out before the R.I.P. tat I seen Raider snapbacks by Starter Then I seen Dre make that Sox hat harder Then I seen Makaveli go at Shawn Carter Then I seen that block where B.I.G. got slaughtered Then I knew it was my callin' G the fuck up or die ballin' Lace them red Chucks up, but die fallin' [Chorus] My bills are paid And everything's okay It's like every day Summertime in L.A [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] Yuh, let's go I'm risin' in this game and it feels great Still tryna keep it real, niggas still fake I'm so impatient, but I still wait Dropped The Marathon in November, niggas still late Still show love when I feel hate On a scale of one to ten, need a high heel eight Or better, blowin' this cheddar like I'm Bill Gates Whatever, I'm in to win 'til this movie ends Smokin' California, eatin' Peruvian Out on Miami Beach, my niggas, a few of them Dressed like Beverly Hills, the benches we usually wear From wishin' on a star, nigga took it far And if I lost it all to war, I wouldn't trip at all Look, It sound crazy when I say it But the fear of fallin' off is the only thing that could take it I'm straight [Chorus] My bills are paid And everything's okay It's like every day Summertime in L.A [Verse 3: The Game] I got my hoodie on, it's a Starter I'ma rock this motherfucker for Trayvon Martin I'ma rock this motherfucker for Trayvon's daughter That he coulda had, where's his killer at? The whole hood is mad That ain't the first time, won't be the last See reflections of my past while I guzzle through this glass Make me want to run up on you with the muzzle, "Where the cash?" Retaliation is none, niggas can't afford the gas Got a mansion in the Hills, Rottweilers by the gates Red Ghost's in the driveway and ducks by the lake Spendin' time with my daughter so them ducks gotta wait Let a nigga call her a duck, he gon' eat a thirty-eight I'm supposed to be this fuckin' rich I'm supposed to be this fuckin' great I'm a menace to society, no Larenz Tate But me and my niggas straight and [Chorus] My bills are paid And everything's okay It's like every day Summertime in L.A [Outro: The Game] DJ Skee