Titres les plus populaires de The Game
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Game
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
J. Taylor
Composition
Luu Breeze
Composition
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Composition
A. Ortiz
Composition
C. Green
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Boi-1da
Production
Big Bass Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Big Kast
Production
Pebrocks
Production
Samuel Kalandjian
Ingénierie
Steve Daniel Baughman
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
[Verse 1]
All I know is this pain in this life and this struggle it troubles me so
All I know is that i'm stuck on this road of success so I got to get mine
All I know is this pain in this life and this struggle it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
[Verse 2]
Red Phantom, they say I look like Josh Smith from Atlanta
I do, achoo, excuse you, that **** look like me
He from the GA, and I'm M easy, that's Game
I don't do what you **** do, that's lame
I soo woo with my crew from the Bird Gang
I soo woo my crew from under Young Wayne
A walking motherfuckin' flame, living up to my brother's name
Rocking that red shit, wasn't fucking with them other gangs
Amongst other things they wasn't fucking with me
Ain't your average motherfucker, I'm a motherfucking G
I got some shit on my chest that I want to get off
I got some shit for that vest that will knock that bullshit off
Money like Madoff, kill em like Adolf, Roy Halladay
I'll get a fucking K off, and I don't take a fucking day off
[Verse 3]
All I know is this pain in this life and this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on this road of success so I got to get mine
All I know is this pain in this life and this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
[Verse 4]
Cincinnati C hat, Boston B hat, them is me hats to Philadelphia P hats
Believe that, bring 'em to the hood so you can see that
Dumb ass **** like game, where the keys at?
Automatic start, **** where the trees at?
Red boned bitch like Alisha, where the keys at?
Freeze that like a fucking picture
If you ain't a blood I ain't fucking with ya, nah, I'm just fucking with ya
Stay on my hood shit, hop in the bucket with ya
Throw the ski masks on and get to straight fucking with ya
Ain't that some shit, that bastards sick
You wanna know how I'm living, ****, ask ya bitch
Told you precisely how the Aston sit, and she a nasty bitch
I came in her mouth, ask her lips, you know why?
'Cause I had to go past them lips, trick
You probably paid for those ass and tits for
[Verse 5]
All I know is this pain in this life and this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know is that I'm stuck on this road of success so I got to get mine
All I know is this pain in this life and this struggle, it troubles me so
All I know, all I know
[Verse 6]
Fuck with the blood clot, smile for my mug shot
Can't go out like 'em but I love Big, I love Pac
Love Fab, love Kiss, that's where the love stops
'Cause I sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks
Birthed me in the drug spot, **** with an attitude
Search me and it's fuck cops, **** pay your gratitude
Before you say I'm acting rude, understand I'm trying to feed my people
Haiti just like Compton, the way I'm packing food
But I will act a fool, put cheese on your head
Motherfucker I will green bay packer you
Have a whole football team of **** after you
Like the punt return, when will you fucking learn
Now take your ass back to school
Wait till 3 o' clock, click clack at you
And fuck with your conscience like back packers do
And I ain't Talib, black thought or Mos Def
But i've seen the most deaths, and **** i'm just telling you
[Verse 7]
All I know
All I know
All I know
All I know
[Verse 8]
All I know
Written by: A. Ortiz, C. Green, J. Taylor, Luu Breeze, Matthew Jehu Samuels