The Game — Crenshaw / 80s and Cocaine

Part 1: Crenshaw [Intro: Anderson .Paak & Sonyae] Oh, shit, yea Say, where you heading, man? You motherfuckers ain't going nowhere, man Hey, you know I was trying to do my thing on 'em Oh, shit, yea 64 Impala Well, we ain't tryna hurt nobody, man, we just... Yea You might just catch us different though Say, where you going man? My God! Say! [Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Sonyae] You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw, Crenshaw Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? Bitch, yeah Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' indo Indo Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs [Verse 1: The Game] Parked at the light, give a fuck about a bitch nigga Only nigga worth six figures that still click triggers On my way to L-A-X, fuck the freeway Riding through South Central in the 'Wood like I should But I'm a Compton nigga, west side monster nigga You should know by now, I fuck with all kinds of niggas Call Big-U and we gon' see 'bout that vagina in you You don't bang huh? Yea, that's that out-of-towner in you My niggas eat late night, Mel's Diner menu You a shooter? Better have that North Carolina in you I had wolves at all kinds of venues Dub's show I let the snub show, shall I continue? Fuckin' niggas up like it's '05 Like Dre just listened to my whole demo and cosigned Talkin' out your neck, get you buried in no time I heard you niggas looking for me, Blood [Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Sonyae] You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw, Crenshaw Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? Bitch, yeah Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' indo Indo Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs [Verse 2: The Game] Nip be where the Crips be, Skeme be where the bloods be Nigga, I'm with the shit, give a fuck if niggas cuz me Say the wrong things wrong time, get a blood beef Same color rag, still layin' where the subs be [mumbling] Naw fuck that nigga I'll have a prostitute open the trunk and cut that nigga I'll have a couple crooked cops come and touch that nigga Then get a bully in the pen to come and fuck that nigga Life is crazy, yeah, my life is crazy Don't let Calabasas fool you, I'll kill you, baby Bury you in my backyard, shit, I'm sittin' on five acres You wanna go to war? I got the paper Nigga, wanna fade? I got the taper Nigga, want to shoot? I got the laser Any bitch that want to fuck, I got a tape it And I don't put no tints on my whip One strap, full clip, nigga! [Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Sonyae] You can catch me rollin' down Crenshaw, Crenshaw Is that a motherfuckin' Impala? Bitch yeah Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin' indo Indo Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs, watch us throw them out the window Gang signs Part 2: 80's and Cocaine [Bridge: Sonyae] Bullets coming through the windows and the walls That's on the set, all my niggas on call Don't pray for me, pray for them niggas Menace to society, I'm like Lorenz, nigga I want the rims, nigga, and your gold chain Don't blame me, blame 80s and cocaine I want the rims, nigga, and your gold chain Don't blame me, blame 80s and cocaine [Verse 3: The Game] Ayo, I wake up, put on chronic like bitches makeup Kush like Nicki and Meek, it's hard to break up .38 tucked, take a piss and eat my breakfast Six bitches at my kitchen table ass naked I got more bitches than Hugh Heff, nigga, I'm reckless Iced out Playboy pendant hangin' from my necklace Used to take a brick, chop that bitch up in sections Pack it in the car like it's Mexican, no flexin' It's that whip work, chop that, sell it out, we cop that On Wimbleton and Brazil in my Impala with the top back Where my nigga Top at? Remember them days before you And Rock brought Watts back? We was in Stevenson Village in front your crib, nigga, leanin' like a top hat Ordering Tommy burgers with everything, cop back My Glock fat nina Ross Akon black Bullets pop up out of nowhere like State Farm BLAT!