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Cellphone Lyrics

Album Name : Blood Moon: Year of the Wolf (Deluxe Edition)
Release Date : 2014-10-14
Song Duration : 3:59

Game Cellphone
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
..., new coupe, through the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims, new bitch throwing up P's, whoo whoop

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

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."
No bail like the peace price
Get caught up in the middle of the street at the light, you f..cking bean pie
Middle of your forehead nigga, that's where your beam lie
(You be ok) Cause I done seen God

Niggas selling crack, Dre selling headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumping Biggie bedroom
Cherry red Impala, Bible had.
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Puff selling 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

Playing chronic, blazing chronic with the windows tinted
Cause those that don't cut the checks, the ones in yo business
Rappers sending 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 dropping jewels and you should take em like a jewel thief
Wolves teeth is what I use to eat my f..cking 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
Going home to f..ck shit up, I did the King James thing
Steak and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster posture
Blowing all these bands fans, screaming 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 blazing comet, f..cking south central moth

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