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| [Boy talks to lady to start the song]
[Verse 1 - Game (DRE)] What happened in hip hop That got pac and big shot The thicks blocks Now every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself told the gun To know the run then get shot Ive been there before Now im fuckin with doc (Gotta do the cala-rodas numbers) If not i push rocks Intisipatin my encarceration Media think im fakin like mason But when it comes to mase Fuck r kelly i dont take it in the face I find out who sprayed it And im putting you under the pavement No buddhist priest, catholic, or babtist pastor can save him Im far from religious But i got beliefs, so i put Cannary yellow diamonds On my jesus peace I came back from the dead Without a part of my chest Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for 3 years While everyone else dropped Now i understand why NAS Did a song with his pop [Chorus x2] Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY [Verse 2] If i die my niggas, fuck it I did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas Got a hook from faith No verse from Jay I guess on westside story He thought i spit in his face I told am lovin only luv I was talkin to Ja With that mayback line It was payback time Keep fuckin with me nigga Ill put you under me Take your car and trade it in For eight 3 hundred C's If you cross my T I dodt your eyes You'd do life in a cementary Ill do mine with sean Come home sit in the thrown With my legs crossed And my air force Middle finget rough Fuck the world Cause im fellin like puff When life after death hit Mo' money, mo' problems And i lost my best friend Im the second dopest nigga From compton u'll ever hear The first nigga only put out albums Every 7 years (haha) [Game (Commentator)] (You know what speakin of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story) Ohh Ohh (You got a line that says Dont wear throwbacks Or drive, ride in maybacks, Is that a shot at Jay?) Naa, i was talkin about Ja Rule Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot of Respect for Jay You know what im saying I never take shots at legends Thats just something i dont do [Verse 3 - Game (Busta)] Let me tell you why i do this shit Im a son of a gun Cause moms was a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (son you can sing) Told to Jay and Doc Dre. I could finally put the shoes on Now that the room was a rock cave The q gone They say truth hurts Chunk, like quick sand Dont stop me in traffic And ask about hitman I gotta restore the feelin It crawled from under the rock After the dog pound Crushed the buildings I got a family to feed Im the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan After i sell 5 million If i tell you i aint game And i dont know Dre. You gonn do me like x-zibit And cut half of my face? I take all the credit For putting the west Back on the map If you aint feelin that Go sign Gorilla Black!!! [Chorus x2] (DOCUMENTARY) |
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| Source | the game the documentary track 11 | Yes | No | |
| But even myself told the gun
To know the run then get shot Ive been there before Now im fuckin with doc (Gotta do the cala-rodas numbers) If not i push rocks Intisipatin my encarceration What the hell is a cala-rodas, that doesnt even make sense. You guys really need to learn stuff about hip hop so you can write correct lyrics. Anyways its not "gotta do the cala-rodas number" its "gotta do those calvin broadus numbers" because fyi Calvin Broadus is snoop doggs real name. |
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| Transcriber | rudy mendoza | Lyrics Correct | |
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| [Boy talks to lady to start the song]
[Verse 1 - Game (DRE)] What happened in hip hop That got pac and big shot The thicks blocks Now every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself told the gun To know the run then get shot Ive been there before Now im fuckin with doc (Gotta do the cala-rodas numbers) If not i push rocks Intisipatin my encarceration Media think im fakin like mason But when it comes to mase Fuck r kelly i dont take it in the face I find out who sprayed it And im putting you under the pavement No buddhist priest, catholic, or babtist pastor can save him Im far from religious But i got beliefs, so i put Cannary yellow diamonds On my jesus peace I came back from the dead Without a part of my chest Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for 3 years While everyone else dropped Now i understand why NAS Did a song with his pop [Chorus x2] Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY [Verse 2] Documentary. If i die my niggas, fuck it I did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas Got a hook from faith No verse from Jay I guess on westside story He thought i spit in his face I told am lovin only luv I was talkin to Ja With that mayback line It was payback time Keep fuckin with me nigga Ill put you under me Take your car and trade it in For eight 3 hundred C's If you cross my T I dodt your eyes You'd do life in a cementary Ill do mine with sean Come home sit in the thrown With my legs crossed And my air force Middle finget rough Fuck the world Cause im fellin like puff When life after death hit Mo' money, mo' problems And i lost my best friend Im the second dopest nigga From compton u'll ever hear The first nigga only put out albums Every 7 years (haha) [Game (Commentator)] (You know what speakin of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story) Ohh Ohh (You got a line that says Dont wear throwbacks Or drive, ride in maybacks, Is that a shot at Jay?) Naa, i was talkin about Ja Rule Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot of Respect for Jay You know what im saying I never take shots at legends Thats just something i dont do [Verse 3 - Game (Busta)] Let me tell you why i do this shit Im a son of a gun Cause moms was a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (son you can sing) Told to Jay and Doc Dre. I could finally put the shoes on Now that the room was a rock cave The q gone They say truth hurts Chunk, like quick sand Dont stop me in traffic And ask about hitman I gotta restore the feelin It crawled from under the rock After the dog pound Crushed the buildings I got a family to feed Im the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan After i sell 5 million If i tell you i aint game And i dont know Dre. You gonn do me like x-zibit And cut half of my face? I take all the credit For putting the west Back on the map If you aint feelin that Go sign Gorilla Black!!! [Chorus x2] (DOCUMENTARY) |
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| Transcriber | rudy mendoza | Lyrics Correct | |
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| [Boy talks to lady]
BITCH!I want my mutha fuckin money back. (You only ony gave me 5 dollars.) I gave u 20 mutha fuckin dollars. (No u diddent u only gave me 5 dollars.) No i gave u 20 and i aint gonna sit here argue wit your fatass face homegirl. THIS IS AMERICA.You know whats the thing whit ya'll mutha fuckas. (GO HOME!) Well im,a,i i aint leaveing no where until i get my mutha fuckin change,Im gonna blow this mutha fucka up if i dont get my mutha fuckin change! (E LO SHA A LA!!!) E lo sha a la my ass i want my fuckin change. [Verse 1 - Game (DRE)] What happened in hip hop That got pac and big shot The thicks blocks Now every rapper claim He let his clique pop But even myself told the gun To know the run then get shot Ive been there before Now im fuckin with doc (Gotta do the cala-rodas numbers) If not i push rocks Intisipatin my encarceration Media think im fakin like mason But when it comes to mase Fuck r kelly i dont take it in the face I find out who sprayed it And im putting you under the pavement No buddhist priest, catholic, or babtist pastor can save him Im far from religious But i got beliefs, so i put Cannary yellow diamonds On my jesus peace I came back from the dead Without a part of my chest Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for 3 years While everyone else dropped Now i understand why NAS Did a song with his pop [Chorus x2] Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY [Verse 2] (DOCUMENTARY) If i die my niggas, fuck it I did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas Got a hook from faith No verse from Jay I guess on westside story He thought i spit in his face I told am lovin only luv I was talkin to Ja With that mayback line It was payback time Keep fuckin with me nigga Ill put you under me Take your car and trade it in For eight 3 hundred C's If you cross my T I dodt your eyes You'd do life in a cementary Ill do mine with sean Come home sit in the thrown With my legs crossed And my air force Middle finget rough Fuck the world Cause im fellin like puff When life after death hit Mo' money, mo' problems And i lost my best friend Im the second dopest nigga From compton u'll ever hear The first nigga only put out albums Every 7 years (haha) [Game (Commentator)] (You know what speakin of J That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story) Ohh Ohh (You got a line that says Dont wear throwbacks Or drive, ride in maybacks, Is that a shot at J?) Naa, i was talkin about Ja Rule Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot of Respect for Jay-z You know what im saying I never take shots at legends Thats just something i dont do [Verse 3 - Game (Busta)] Let me tell you why i do this shit Im a son of a gun Cause moms was a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (son you can sing) Told to Jay and Doc Dre. I could finally put the shoes on Now that the room was a rock cave The q gone They say truth hurts Chunk, like quick sand Dont stop me in traffic And ask about hitman I gotta restore the feelin It crawled from under the rock After the dog pound Crushed the buildings I got a family to feed Im the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan After i sell 5 million If i tell you i aint game And i dont know Dre. You gonn do me like x-zibit And cut half of my face? I take all the credit For putting the west Back on the map If you aint feelin that Go sign Gorilla Black!!! [Chorus x2] Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate All eyez on me Im still at it, illmatic And thats THE DOCUMENTARY (DOCUMENTARY) |
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