Cellphone
The Game Song Lyrics

[Verse 1 - game]

I remember days on crenshaw, take a nigga beamer

Hit the hood, take his rims off

Then hit that block, let him hear that pac

That shit don't stop

Soo woo, new coupe, through the west side

New benz, top down, new rims, new bitch throwin' up p's, whoo whoop

[Hook 1 - game]

Compton niggas ain't never gon' be the same

It's in my blood, you see my veins

You see my tats, you feel my pain

You in my hood? you from a gang

You got 2 seconds to answer where you from, or you gon' see your brains

Now that you slumped I see your change

[Verse 2 - game]

Nigga we got canals, shelves, niggas that tried, niggas that died

Niggas that fell well, off in their jail cell

Shit, we got niggas with full clips

That dip through you set and disappear like 'hell rell'

No bail like the peace price

Get caught up in the middle of the street at the light, you fuckin' bean pie

Middle of your forehead nigga, that's where your beam lie

(You be ok) cause I done seen god

[Hook 2 - game]

Niggas sellin' crack, dre sellin' headphones

2pac in heaven, bumpin' biggie 'dead wrong'

Cherry red impala, bible had...

I just killed a nigga on my cellphone

Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone

G-man in heaven, name on that headstone

Lj in prison, and my nigga legs gone

I just killed a nigga on my cellphone

Stop that

[Verse 3 - dubb]

Playin' chronic, blazin' chronic with the windows tinted

Cause those that don't cut the checks, the ones in yo' business

Rappers sendin' death threats but still ain't sent no killers

You take a stretch [?] squeeze myself, can't depend on niggas

Shit on niggas check the urinal and you'll see

That I be droppin' jewels and you should take 'em like a jewel thief

Wolves teeth is what I use to eat my fuckin' pray up with

Used to make the yayo flip now game told me to lay your hits

Teamed up, toured the us just to let the name ring

Goin' home to fuck shit up, I did the king james thing

Steak and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster posture

Blowin' all these bands fans, screamin' like it's frank sinatra

Made it out the south bay village homies hate I prosper

But I don't owe you niggas shit, I'm supposed to thank my mama

Only chase for commas, got 'em in now raise the llama

Hotter than a blazin' comet, fuckin' south central moth

[Hook 2]

The fuck?

Oh shit

...

What?

This mother fucker's recording down him sucking a warm dick nigga

You bullshit

Nigga bring your mother fuckin phone, I gotta get this shit on the gram nigga, gotta get my followers up,

I'm gonna blow the internet up with this mother fucker

That bitch on worldstar nigga

Damn

Push the door open nigga, watch out

Oh the nigga bustin' on ...

Nasty bitch

Bitch get the fuck out of my house bitch

Nasty bitch

The dead nigga, the mother fucker wolf game head, bitch I dodn't even know wolves could cum my nigga

Lowkey

Shawty got the best head ever