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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Dereck Negron
Dereck Negron
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Big Duke
Big Duke
Producer
the Kii
the Kii
Co-Producer

Lyrics

If I love, I love, I love you If I love, I love, I love, I love you My little niggas come through drillin' shit You know how many times I try to talk 'em out of killin' shit? But they don't listen to me, they listen to NBA YoungBoy Say they'll never be broke again, and I love 'em, them my young boys It's Compton, nigga, where everybody got heat Even Walmart came through and stepped on the Compton swap meet We lost niggas and we found niggas We swim through rival neighborhoods until we drown, nigga And we don't need Joe Biden for crack pipes, we got 'em, nigga I know glass blowers who braid hair in the bottoms, nigga I know smokers that still alive after bad drugs I know some jakes that never made it out that bathtub I know some niggas masked up, ready to blast snubs Tryna decide between food and chronic, down to they last dub Fuck where he from, take off, don't even ask, cuz I used to save niggas, now that call end with smash, blood, I'm twisted Hardest liquor in my system got me twisted Ridin' through Inglewood, Backwoods gettin' twisted 'Bout to pull up to the jungles and get twisted .30 on my lap 'cause you niggas got me twisted It's still fuck my brother and I just made up with my sister Nightmares on Elm Street, so I wake up to my pistol In the backyard with my oldest son He can't get the silencer on his gun, lil' nigga, you gotta twist it We don't leave the house without the hammer on Fuck it look like sayin' The Game dead on your camera phone Slow down, you gotta move in slow motion Like a plane from the ground, I seen all four oceans I run with felons, the good fellas Bulletproof umbrellas, nigga, ain't nobody tellin' And ain't nobody sellin', we don't trust you niggas Shoot shadows over the roaches, we'll crush you niggas Step over niggas, like A.I. do You'll be lookin' up at cornrows like Tyronn Lue We send bitches to your section just to spy on you Ring camera on the text, I got my eye on you We don't switch sets, never have, never will Certified gangstas, nigga, bandanas is Dipset Killa Cali, nigga, lil' Uzis, big sweats Triads, eses, Bloods and them Crip sets, twisted Hardest liquor in my system got me twisted Ridin' through Inglewood, Backwoods gettin' twisted 'Bout to pull up to the jungles and get twisted .30 on my lap 'cause you niggas got me twisted It's still fuck my brother and I just made up with my sister (if I love, I love, I love you) Nightmares on Elm Street, so I wake up to my pistol In the backyard with my oldest son (if I love, I love, I love, I love you) He can't get the silencer on his gun, lil' nigga, you gotta twist it If I love, I love, I love you If I love, I love, I love, I love you If I love, I love, I love you If I love, I love, I love, I love you
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Usher Raymond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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