- The Game Roped Off 歌词
- The Game
- "Roped Off"(Featuring Boogie & Problem)
Compton boulevard, Wilmington Rosecrans, Central Don't get this motherfucker roped off Don't get this motherfucker roped off Compton boulevard, Wilmington Rosecrans, Central Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off Posted on Brazil and Wilmington Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton Cold steel got 'em trembling Stomp a nigga out (In what?) in my Timberlands Red dot on your head, nigga Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, nigga Your auntie stay around here but you don't Your cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won't Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G man West Side Bompton, my city's been on C-SPAN My hood's been on CNN, my hood's been on watch My city's in the middle of Long Beach and Watts I'm at the Tam's Burgers, eating fries Now how many niggas done died eating number 5? Been shot a couple times, but I'm alive Hub City hustler, I'll show you how to survive, nigga Compton boulevard, Wilmington Rosecrans, Central Don't get this motherfucker roped off Don't get this motherfucker roped off Compton boulevard, Wilmington Rosecrans, Central Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off Wear Chucks, don't gang bang, I fuck baddies I'll show you how to stuff 100 P's in turkey baggies Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis Riding steel, tell Jesus fall flabby L's come bro I'm relapsing to the old days In and out of [?] middle man and the cocaine Finger on the trigger cause niggas ain't trynna fight And bitches ain't shit, so niggas ain't trynna wife nothing Who needs love? Million dollar weed plugs Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club Hoes never ease up, D2B Nigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me! West Side baby, ain't tripping off nothin' Going out a winner like Peyton Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome Same 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central Don't get this motherfucker roped off Don't get this motherfucker roped off Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off Aye man, just tell God come and lift me Come and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busy Don't ever get it twisted, just cause we don't wear Dickies You ain't heard of Mausberg, you know you ain't from the city Man, I was born in this problem We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options Do you know the feeling to have niggas out watching With your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell "Bompton!"? Man, I done lost hope Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we Cross Roads Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait We trying to figure why ya'll got mid in the first place Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Know my niggas on the wait Wait, wait, wait. Know somebody gonna pay Finna hit Stanford, man I just left the A We don't recognize your car, you ain't coming in the gate On West Side Bompton Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central Don't get this motherfucker roped off Don't get this motherfucker roped off Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
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