The Game - Down Lyrics

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(The Game)

That's Lloyd Bank's momma singin'

You betta tell your boy to keep his mouth closed

Or he gon' get a black tux and a free wake

How my bow tie lookin'?

You ready? Let's go

(The Game)

When I see Lloyd Banks it's goin' (down, down)

If you in the car wit em' you betta get (down, oooh, and out)

Automatic rifle and I'm blastin' on sight so

Ski mask, I'm psycho

My gun got night scope

Two in the leg knocked em (down, down)

From Thirty feet away, he fell (down, oooh, and out)

Touch kids like Michael

One roll of the dice, oh!

You wanna gamble wit' your life?

Nigga die slow

Now your casket goin' (down, down)

Tony Yayo tried to run

I chased him, (down, oooh and out)

Cause' I hate the Jakes

Pat him down take his cake

He wanna be a clown nigga

Might as well paint his face

And that's how I get (down, down)

Fuck G-Unit nigga I'm not (down, oooh and out)

Used to ride wit' em'

Slice up the pie wit' em'

Got kicked out the group

Cuz I wasn't gon' die wit' em'

And that's how it went (down, down)

At Hot 97 we came (down, oooh, and out)

Had Thirty niggas wit' me

Niggas that sport the Dickies

Hoppin' out of cabs

We just wanna talk to 50

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We wanna know what's goin (down, down)

Security pulled heat it went (down, oooh, abd out)

Had to shake the block

I ain't tryna' face the cops

Heard a couple shots

Then I seen the shell cases drop

Told P-nut to get (down, down)

I looked back and saw my nigga goin' (down, oooh, and out)

I said

"homie we can't leave em", What if my nigga dyin?"

Soon as we hit Houston then

We heard police sirens

Oh shit!, it's goin' (down, down)

Guns out, they tellin' him to get (down, oooh, and out)

He on both knees

Blood squirtin' out his jeans

Catch 22, should I go to jail or flee the scene

Either way it's goin' (down, down)

So I hopped in the truck and went (down, oooh, and out)

Broadway in a black suburban

One thing on my mind

Go hard til' them fags get murdered

Cuz he tried to get my nigga shot (down, down)

But he survived and now he goin' (down, oooh, and out)

To the station

Police at the Double-U waitin'

On me to arrive and now I gotta shake em'

They wanna take a nigga (down, down)

We on the same elevator goin' (down, oooh, and out)

Dodger fitted

Got the Hova lean

So they ain't notice me

Now they mad as fuck

And gotta watch my Range Rover leave

Hit the 95 and head (down, down)

It's to Philly so I can lay it (down, oooh, and out)

Catch the first thing smoking back the L-A-X

Kicked up my Air Nikes

Then I slept the whole flight

Had a dream about it goin' (down, down)

Woke up and saw my plane comin' (down, oooh, and out)

Missed the palm trees

Sun shinin' everyday

New York's my second home

But from in L.A.

And I hold shit (down, down)

The throne was empty so I sat (down, oooh, and out)

And just handled my biz

There's two sides to every westside story

And I just tell it like it is

And that's how it went (down, down)

On my son that's all that went (down, oooh, and out)

So stop tellin' them lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines

And radio stations nigga you know what happened

Me and Lloyd Banks aint (down, down)

Keep talkin' shit, I'll lay you (down, oooh, and out)

You niggas ran out the backdoor nigga

All I wanted to do was holla man

To see what was what

Y'all was too fuckin' scared to come (down, down)

You've been to Compton, you know how I get (down, oooh, and out)

So fuck y'all nigga

And it's like that

For life

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