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letra de 87 cutlass - the game & ray vaughn

[verse 1: the game]
when i exit the 110 at compton i start c-cking sh-t
halloween ain’t sh-t when you stuck at the light with a compton crip
n-ggas don’t make it out
my grandma lilly named me game
but these two ak’s ain’t nothing to play about
i had a jumper and hoop dreams, but i couldn’t wait it out
wrote weed on my scholarship letters and took the paper route
crips know where i stay every other day
had to spray it out
compton sheriffs hit the crib
i’m hiding in the neighbor’s house
moms kicked me out, had to move all my sh-t to david house
his moms told me pull my own weight, here, weigh it out
that water boil, take it out
professor clumps in that mason jar
look like i’m having a sеizure when i shake it out
in thе trap trying to focus
writing raps on the sofa
thought the house was tapped
cause i can see antennas on the roaches
n-ggas can’t tell me nothing about being poor
extendos on the phone cord
pull that b-tch from the kitchen to the front door
seen one bullet, put a n-gga under
seen a n-gga survive a whole clip with staples from his ear to his stomach
my uncle got stabbed, f-cked up a whole summer
my sister got shot in the ass
my n-gga, she wasn’t running
my life ain’t a movie, it’s a series on prime
i told juan, feed me my own d-ck if i ever drop a dime
if n-ggas owe me and still ain’t pay me, it’s never mine
it’s like a rollie on the ground, i ain’t tripping over time
i ain’t tripping on 50, all that sh-t i left behind
ain’t tripping on interscope for that slave deal that i signed
i gave ’em five albums, it was nine
in the contract, told berman, drop me or this f-cking nine getting c-cked back
been independent for ten summers
it’s like ella mai and mustard
big ass riding with me in his hummer
wish my n-gga vail could see me now
how you make it out of compton and get murdered out of town
[chorus: ray vaughn]
they caught the homie slipping
it ain’t show him no remorse
so i walk around with that fire, like i’m carrying a torch
been known to get it jumping since i hopped up off the porch
pocket full of dead prezzies and a closet full of corpses (hey)
being broke, the only thing i looked at as a threat
trials and tribulations, real and fake can never mesh
only dotted line to have a sign was on the check
i gotta keep it on me, i got million dollar flesh
i got the game plan
i got million dollar views behind these ray-bans
they bought seats, but i’m someone that they can’t stand
i’m so, how about these clouds that i can’t land
so please don’t pray for me (yeah)
and if i die before i wake
just save that sp-ce for me
but please don’t pray for me

[verse 2: the game]
i ‘don f-cked a celebrity b-tch for every dead homie i got
flipped the truck off ciroc
that sh-t worse than getting shot
ain’t die, get a dui
my guardian angel, pac
he probably up there telling god, if chuck die the world stop
not even a 20 year old iron mike tyson punching my clock
got meek on a song after this, and he used to be my opp
but he called me on his first day out and we spoke about a lot
he said he love la and with my blessings he gon’ buy a spot
i told him cop it by the beach, ’cause in the summer it get hot
if they can k!ll b.i.g., they can k!ll us like they did to n-gga pac
don’t trust n-ggas in my own state, c-ck it back
played a rear view a few times before i open up my own gate
if i don’t make it home safe
i told my oldest son put c4 on that home safe
and spin it at your own pace
i’m 42, another 42
that’s gon’ be home base
i’m in this sh-t for life, eyes are bright
i beat my own case
no matter which way the camera rotate
i choose my own fate
put the mask up
i ain’t got covid, i show my whole face
drown all my demons and ask them how this patron taste
pat me down at the club, and you gone feel that sh-t is on waste
it’s on soon as soulja boy tell him to look the wrong way
50 round drums, slugs cl!ck in like a phone case
i put that on dre
ain’t n0body gon’ push me
i ain’t scared of no n-gga that was a baby when he came put the p-ssy
i bang, and i ain’t never said i was t. rogers or tookie
but i shoot up a library before i let the feds book me
and this goes for every n-gga trapping from columbia to brooklyn
put a brick in that boy face
the cartel can watch him cook it
dig my daddy out the grave
ask that n-gga where he took him
cleveland national forest
i hit targets without looking
so if i ever run in the pool, n-gga i’ma finish the job
he did 25 for taking them barclays and k!lling rob
[chorus: ray vaughn]
they caught the homie slipping
it ain’t show him no remorse
so i walk around with that fire, like i’m carrying a torch
been known to get it jumping since i hopped up off the porch
pocket full of dead prezzies and a closet full of corpses (hey)
being broke, the only thing i looked at as a threat
trials and tribulations, real and fake can never mesh
only dotted line to have a sign was on the check
i gotta keep it on me, i got million dollar flesh
i got the game plan
i got million dollar views behind these ray-bans
they bought seats, but i’m someone that they can’t stand
i’m so, how about these clouds that i can’t land
so please don’t pray for me (yeah)
and if i die before i wake
just save that sp-ce for me
but please don’t pray for me
no, no, no

- the game ray vaughn

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