The Game - I Just Wanna Be Lyrics
Yeah, still mad bout that area, big shout contestStill mad bout that m**********r hot side, how your get man?It's nothing here to bust, it's nothing to a chian,Let's keep it funky, so I'mma smoke and gase the manI'm straight to f**k up that cptI'm stress from that fcStill broke as a m**********r, still on the groundI gotta goThat ain't the right magazine, you read the wrong pageYou talk about guns, n***a I just blazeF**k the souse, it's time to changeThrow no candy pain, no wide in the rainI'm a gangster, I die for the changeIs me and my bh, won't worst exchangeI pull up that black thing, if n****s wanna bangLet ‘em rapper on your head like do you're strange?Take the bandela, wipe of my Louie flamesThey fly to Jamaica, on that G for playStreets is watching, them n****s wanna murder the gameCuz I beat n****s like hot pawing in purple rainRun up on me like the light, pay the curve on brainsBe murder in case like ex hurricanesLift joy and pain, n***a pay this loveNow we right and get a new workThis is church for dogsI got a feelingB***h, n****s wanna blast me because I'm living flashyHaters pray on my down fall, run up and I'mma punch yaI got a feelingJealous suckers wanna slug me because their b*****s love meI got a feelingYou rather see death in jailI keep guns and chatters for bailI'm in the streets for realYou climb shout and just rapYa make love longs, n***a I bust thatF**k chinning, get chancy and jimI'm gangster leaning in that banz on the big chrome ringsI'm a young thug, and I ride from my blockLike end up all the way I'm hallin'F**k the cops, I pull out that cage pompin' for a n***a that want allLike going the mangly the mugging, you get toast in the truckI cook tease and make hard cruff for caneNever been the type of run, I pull the trigger and screamAnd haters wanna kill baller cuz that nigga's the manI'mma boos, in order Calley bay talk toCatching and attempted the murder cageBuild on next day light lureThen above the provide jacket landed W key, keyWe young black gansters manWiping cheese n***aI got a feelingB***h, n****s wanna blast me because I'm living flashyHaters pray on my down fall, run up and I'mma punch yaI got a feelingJealous suckers wanna slug me because their b*****s love meI got a feelingYou rather see death in jailI keep guns and chatters for bailFanes wanna drag down every key lower s**tTrick n****s wanna chase every hoer I hitMy life style is just like a Pachinko flagF**k cheados, I try to stag casino chipsAnd ain't n***a out there, hotter's the kidI coped back the glag in a few shots, do you read?I push hot these and still coped East tapeStreets to Miami the hot clip clopGonna shop and sprees according A to Banini23 mj-s on them LamborghiniBean on my flows comes inDog come in, I wide get chose and them whores come inDog I flip cash like a?You ain't wanna see this young n***a blast the mathYou ain't wanna see this young n***a flash the stocksI got big money bags, might satisfyI got a feelingB***h, n****s wanna blast me because I'm living flashyHaters pray on my down fall, run up and I'mma punch yaI got a feelingJealous suckers wanna slug me because their b*****s love meI got a feelingYou rather see death in jailI keep guns and chatters for bailI got a feeling
