Sunset - Ja Rule feat. The Game and Stefani

(Ja Rule)
Now ni**as know I'm from New York
but shit I love Cali-forn-i-a
from back when NWA
rocked the black and grey raiders shit
on some gansta shit
ni**as wasnt thinkin bout hoes and how
???????
I don 2-toned the blues just to ride up the strip
for the look on sunset sun-up on sunset
ni**as be on some pimp shit
but you already know this
if you ever know this
by the looks of me baby im holdin
and i aint tellin if you aint knowin ima don
meet me at the ??
ill be sittin out front in the back
watchin the stars born
and you aint gettin gone
at least no time soon
cause we headin over to the viper room
to get high
on whatever your heart desires
but you can start given head while we ride sunset

(chorus)X2
can we take a ride up and down the sunset
?? watch my body get so wet
tonights gon' be the night
baby ??
ill make you feel so good while we ride
so good while we ride

(Game)
you already know
californias the mecca of hydroliks
the switches on lowridas
the daytins on gold wires
westsidas throw it up
my ni**as its all love
im callin out every crip and blood in LA
essa's hit the strip on dubs
lets hit the club
my bitches start strippin for dubs
mami wassup
lambo doors up
when they see me they show me love
honk the horn, pull over and roll up
the chronic and blow dubs
better hope it aint no gun-play
cause sunset friday
is crenshaw sundays
and i love LA
like snoop love the six-tre
where would i be without DRE
to live and die in LA
all we know is lowridas and sex
and what happens on sunset
stays on sunset
got the whole strip throwin up dubs
and since Pac died
it aint been no california love

(Ja Rule)
LA, ghost ride ya whips
for the bay
put ya stunna shades on
sittin on chrome
candy painted impala 6-4
6-duece continetals with suicide doors
cant help but floss
when you in floss-angeles
just learn ya dress code B's & C's
cause its all about the g-code
ni**as f**kin ?????
ridin down rodeo
with twins that resemble j-lo
uh-oh
they wanna get to lickin and pimpin
the right places i promise
i be patient before i get
to replacin a bitch
i mean in 2 with this shit
that means its 4 lips at one time
around one dick
can be doin it while we hittin the strip
in the back of the 6
sunset we ridin high on it

(chorus)X2
ill make ya feel good while we ridin baby
so good while we riding baby
so good while we riding baby
and your love just drives me crazy

Colors - Sean Kingston feat. The Game & Rick Ross

[Intro: Sean Kingston] (Rick Ross) (*The Game)
Yah mon!!! JR!!! Sean Kingston yuh know (Ross!) (*And the doctor's advocate)
Beluga Heights! (*Let's go)

[Chorus: Sean Kingston] (The Game)
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (Californ-i-a)
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (All the way to Dade County)
My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Verse 1: The Game]
Check it! I'm the Bastard Of The Party, shit start off off coke and bacardi
Bandanas tied around the dubs on the Ferarri
I'm the bloods to what Pac was to thugs
What Snoop is to crips I'm the California king
Let it be known, I reign Supreme like Kenneth McGriff
Reincarnated put me in Queens and give me a strip
A couple red tops while the feds watchin
Infiltrate get a head shot Compton is the city of God
My block originators I said blood one on a Dr. Dre track
Now the world is affiliated
Some authentic some niggas Milli Vanilli bangers
Some get smoked others smoke chronic out of philly papers
Game time is really Jacob watches got them silly faces
Add red rubies to the dial they 'gon really hate us
I inherited gang bangin from my mother
And what I didn't get from her I picked up watchin colors

[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Verse 2: Sean Kingston]
I'm from a world of different colors different faces
Different slang different races different gangs different places
Air Ones different laces
Different culture different livin different thugs different ages
The sky's blue the money's green the weed is purple
The ice is white you try me I'm a have to hurt you
Kingston boy I rep like no other
Black, yellow and green I bleed the Jamaican colors
The grill is cold the wheels is gold the chrome is silver
Nickel plated if it's blazin than the chrome will kill ya
Certain dudes get one in the head
Certain places you wear certain colors you dead
Fi yuh gang bang yuh diss mi yuh a dead man
Cau gunshot a be like drum pan weh mi come from
And it's the same old story
We don't give a damn about your guts and glory

[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Painted the car blue, that's for the sweat and blood
In my red tennis shoes fool cause the pain is love
I'm bout my green (Green) So my sky's blue (Blue)
Purple and the strawberry philly up in my five coupe
Yeah I'm in the yellow boss, they in the white gold
You might fold I'm platinum go ask them white hoes
I got black hoes slammin cadillac do's
Gettin cheese out a rat trap like I'm that close
Whippin keys in the back that's how I stack dough
Waitin on that jack boys get him in his afro
These assholes must be gone on that crack smoke
Try to cross the boss well let's front 'em what they ask for
Uh! I'm in the thangs, ten tennis chains
That's how I present it to ya you think I got 'em ten a thang
He green as spinach just another lame middle man
Standin in the street wavin my flag in the middle lane

[Chorus: Sean Kingston]
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

Hate It Or Love It - The Game feat. 50 Cent

[50 Cent]

Yea
Let's take'em back
Uh huh

Coming up I was confused
My mama kissing a girl
Confusion occurs
Coming up in a cold world
Daddy aint around
Probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing
Check, check out my melody
I wanna live good so shit I sell dope
For a four-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I get a sheep skin coat
If I could move a few packs
I get the hat
Now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning
Niggaz done stole my bike
Different day, same shit
Ain't nothing good in the hood
I run away from this bitch
And never come back if I could

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit

[Game]
On the grill of ma low rider
Guns on both sides
Right above the gold wires I four-five'em
Kill a nigga on ma song
And really do it
That's the true meaning of a ghostwriter
Ten g'z will take your daughter outta air forces
Believe you me homie, I know all about losses
I'm from Compton, where the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call, have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been banging since ma lil' nigga, rob, got killed for his Barkley's
That's ten years
I told Pooh in '95
I'll kill you if you try me for my air-max 95's
Told Banks when I met'em I'm a ride
And if I gotta die, rather homicide
I ain't had 50 cent when ma grand-mama died
Now I'm going back to Cali with ma jacob on
See how time fly?

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

[50 Cent]
From the beginning to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we aint gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It's full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game

[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My Ma's happy, she aint gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waiting on Sha Money to land sitting in the range
Thinking how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starving
Pac is gone, and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's going on like I hear Marvin
No school books
They use their wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in a booth
And I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Baker got that abortion
I love you Ma

[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop

[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me

Common - The Game

The Game feat. Junior Reid - It’s Okay (One Blood)

Dre, I see dead people

Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]

Yo, Dre
Thought I was Dead
West coast

One blood [x4]

[Verse 1]
I’m the Doctor’s Advocate, nigga dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead, that’s why they call him the doctor
The (after)’math don’t drop them
And 50 ain’t rockin’ with him
No more, IT’S OKAY, I get it poppin’
Whole club rockin’
Like a ‘64 impala
Drink cris, throw it up
Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup
Call the shit hypnotic
I bleed Compton
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggaz ain’t shit
But new niggaz
Played to get shooed niggaz
I’m talkin’ ta you, nigga
Bouncin’ in da ‘64 throwin’ up West side, man
Sellin’ another 5 million albums, YES I AM
Fresh like damn
This nigga did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo (rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
What would the motherfuckin’ West coast be without one crip and (one Blood)

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 2]
I’m from the West side of the ‘64 Impala
Where niggaz say “Where you from” we’ll never say “Holla”
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the left side
Niggaz in New York, know how to throw up the West side
Word to Eazy
I’m so ill, believe me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you niggaz better be glad you breathin’
All i need is one reason
I’m the king, and Dre said the West coast need me
I don’t know why you niggaz keep tryin’ me
Everybody knows I’m the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain’t gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin’ uhh
I’m 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the ‘07 Hummer
Hop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you see is (one Blood)

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 3]
I ain’t got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What’s beef when you gettin’ head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep ‘em on display
Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (aftermath)
You niggaz better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on snappin’ your fingers, I ain’t going away
I don’t regret what I spit, cuz I know what I say
And niggaz keep talkin’ about me, they don’t know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holdin’ tha glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait ’til Lil’ Jon come on and left off a shot
I have the number 1 billboard spot
Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
I’m BIG, I’m Cube, I’m NaS, I’m ‘Pac
This ain’t shit but a warnin’ ’til my album drop

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x8]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

The Game feat. Junior Reid - It's Okay (One Blood)

Dre, I see dead people

Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]

Yo, Dre
Thought I was Dead
West coast

One blood [x4]

[Verse 1]
I’m the Doctor’s Advocate, nigga dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead, that’s why they call him the doctor
The (after)’math don’t drop them
And 50 ain’t rockin’ with him
No more, IT’S OKAY, I get it poppin’
Whole club rockin’
Like a ‘64 impala
Drink cris, throw it up
Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup
Call the shit hypnotic
I bleed Compton
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggaz ain’t shit
But new niggaz
Played to get shooed niggaz
I’m talkin’ ta you, nigga
Bouncin’ in da ‘64 throwin’ up West side, man
Sellin’ another 5 million albums, YES I AM
Fresh like damn
This nigga did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo (rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
What would the motherfuckin’ West coast be without one crip and (one Blood)

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 2]
I’m from the West side of the ‘64 Impala
Where niggaz say “Where you from” we’ll never say “Holla”
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the left side
Niggaz in New York, know how to throw up the West side
Word to Eazy
I’m so ill, believe me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you niggaz better be glad you breathin’
All i need is one reason
I’m the king, and Dre said the West coast need me
I don’t know why you niggaz keep tryin’ me
Everybody knows I’m the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain’t gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin’ uhh
I’m 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the ‘07 Hummer
Hop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you see is (one Blood)

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 3]
I ain’t got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What’s beef when you gettin’ head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep ‘em on display
Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (aftermath)
You niggaz better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on snappin’ your fingers, I ain’t going away
I don’t regret what I spit, cuz I know what I say
And niggaz keep talkin’ about me, they don’t know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holdin’ tha glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait ’til Lil’ Jon come on and left off a shot
I have the number 1 billboard spot
Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
I’m BIG, I’m Cube, I’m NaS, I’m ‘Pac
This ain’t shit but a warnin’ ’til my album drop

[Chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x8]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

The Game feat. Kanye West - Wouldn’t Get Far

[Intro: samples from “I’d Find You Anywhere”]
For you baby, I’d find you [4X]
You wouldn’t get far

[The Game]
I done been around the world, been around the block
Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and ‘Pac
Like Vida Guerrera, ass took her to the top
She’ll give you some brains you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she’ll throw you some cock
Picture that like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype said it’s a wrap, she still on the set
Putting oil on her likes like she Gloria Velez
She was (Eye Candy) in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell
I knew she {”wouldn’t get far”} cause five hundred dollars
can’t get you that {”far”} how you get that {”far”}
And all these new video bitches trying to be Melissa Ford
But they don’t know Melissa Ford drive a Honda Accord
She a video vixen, but behind closed doors
She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards
Ha ha

[Chorus: The Game]
{”You wouldn’t get far”} Fucking them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
{”You wouldn’t get far”} If you kept your legs closed
{”It would be best to wait your turn”} But you know
{”You wouldn’t get far”} Fucking them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
{”For you baby, I’d find you”} For you
And you, for alla y’all

[Kanye West]
For you… uhh..

Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes
did I have under my belt, like boxers
Not to brag but, if it add up
One, two, nigga that’s mad nuts
Game you mad nuts, how you gon’ call out all these
bitches knowing damn well they gon’ call me?
The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen
was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don’t ask for a pre.. nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn’t C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo
Well why the hell you think these bitches coming at me fo’?
But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio
Yo

[Chorus - sub “mouth closed” for “legs closed”]

[The Game]
I done had my share of bitches with long hair
Short doo like Kalissa, Halle in “Boomerang” yeah
I been around the block in the Bentley drop top
In Miami Beach when Lil’ Kim was fucking with Scott
I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case
She’ll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes
And ain’t nobody trying to take Beyonce from Jay
But I know a bitch named Superhead he fucked back in the day
The things niggaz do when pussy sitting on they face
Stabbed Un in the stomach
She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman, on that superhero shit
Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six, fo’
Impala, forget the double D’s
I put ‘em right in your face like that model bitch Takara
And she ain’t win the show but she riding in that Galata
That’s why I fuck ‘em today and forget ‘em tomorrow

[Chorus]

[The Game]
God damn! Y’knahmsayin?
I’m sitting back watching Kanye video
And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video
Then I flip the muh’fuckin channel
Checking out my uncle Snoop Dogg video
And I see the same BITCH, that was in my video! Y’knowhatI’msayin?
And then y’knahmsayin, to make that even mo’ fucked up
I’m watching Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina
I see the same bitch on Oprah, floating away on the hood of a Camry
That was in the nigga Lil Weezy video!
I mean DAMN! Everywhere I look
Everywhere I go I see the same hoes
Don’t get mad, I’m only being real
Yeah

Let's ride - The game

[Verse 1]
Pull the rag off the 6-4
Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go
The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone
The D's is chrome, the frame is black
(So watch it lift up), till the motherfucker bounce and break
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate
Let the games begin, these other rap niggas so far behind me
Nigga taste my rims, let the chronic burn as the daten spin
It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem
In the club, poppin' X pills like M&Ms
Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down
(Put your Chris up), if you feel the same way
Who got a mill switches, everybody lets ride

[Chorus]
The After got the whole world in the club
Hop in the low-rider, as long as it got bitches in the back
I turn into a strip-club
Call it a lap-dance, when the 6-4 bounce that ass
The After get the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up chronic and hash, in a blunt called Aftermath

[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the drinks at, where the bitches at
You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks
Move bitch! who the fuck you think they came to see?
The protege of the D.R.E
Take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me
And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve
Got something on my waist and you can't touch Eve
That's my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the club on some gangsta shit
(So nigga twist up), light another dub
Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club
Ain't nothing but a G-thang, baby it's a G-thang
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your G-string
I fuck a different bitch seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down
I'm The Game, nigga, call your bitch she ain't home, she with Game, nigga
Remember that, Dre? You passed me the torch
I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray
Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes
Turn sunset into a motherfucking dragrace
Now watch it bounce, hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down
(When you hit the club), tell 'em you came with me
(We gon' twist up), in the VIP

It's a new day and if you ever knew Dre
Motherfucker you'll say I was the new Dre,
Same Impala different spokes,
Same chronic for different folks.

[Chorus]