The Game Ringtones

Electro-convulsive therapy, part one Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Crip with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Stank with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Wop with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back This indo, produced by Timbo Game over, nah the N.W.A. chain choker Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rover Chain smokin, purple haze This ain't another one of those, this the rebirth of Dre The rebirth of L.A., the rebirth of hip-hop Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop Hold up, Timb stop - I said This another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop G-G-G-G-G - young homie got shit locked Public Enemy #1, Flavo Flav with a wristwatch All black G-Units, all black Impala I'm a schitzo, 3-wheelin the six-fo' 50 cent know I'm Compton most wanted when I'm ridin with Timbo Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West inn the backseat Of the Rover, ridin on dubs, nigga I'm West coastin The next Hova, from the home of the best doja Makin all that racket, I got the U.S. Open Stunt on me, I'll leave you wit'cha chest open Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the Tec smokin G-G-G-G-G - I done paid my dues N.W.A. is back, this is front page news I got Dre in the back, ridin on 22s Bitches screamin let me ride, it must be the shoes Red and black G6's, red dot on the Glock I'm goin three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) My unit is Guerilla Fuck with my La Familia, I will kill ya G-G-G-G-G-Unit - I know that boy, not familiar But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him (Is Compton in the house?) Without a doubt I'm the rapper with clout other niggas yap about You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser Got em puttin red and blue strings in they G-Units Get "Groupie Love", tell em to keep movin If I got a problem with a bitch I let Eve do it Unless she got on La Perla and I can see through it I don't just let her ride, I give her the keys to it Me and my bitch lay back in the Coupe I'm movin in the neighborhood, I ain't Passin through I woulda been here after Snoop, but I slowed down To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suit Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game) Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)

I'm, I'm with you I'm, I'm with you To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? So tell me why you hate the game? Y'all know what it is The streets named me Illmatic But yet, I'm still at it, yeah haters Felon, fights behind me on the intersection ***, my anthology on perfection Dress superb, admired by conspirists Who wanna try me but ain't *** enough to *** me up Child of the '80s, y'all *** is lazy Complainin' 'bout labor pains, ***, show me the baby And my *** Game, light another ***, pass the bottle Pro-black, I don't pick cotton out aspirin bottle Yeah, I learned my lessons and heard y'all snitchin' Witnessin' you rockin wit Narcs, confirmed my suspicion Green fatigues on, my ***, I'll bleed for 'em I can show 'em the water but can't make 'em drink it And I can show them my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich And still I wanna board 'em Wonderin' if they sink quick Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge And pray the Feds let Murder Inc. live To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? I don't talk about my *** I Just Blaze Oh, this time, I do it better just because 'Pac is watchin', B.I.G. is listenin' While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin' To every *** listenin', I was supposed to be Amongst kings, my mom shouted out at my christenin' And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a manhole And Cam got *** inside his Lambo, it's ample Life is a gamble, 15 years old, red rag around my head My sisters used to laugh and call me Rambo Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle I rekindled the flame, Dre created The Game *** Wit a Attitude from the cloth, I came Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain Keep the crown, clown, I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted Showed my *** at Summer Jam but New York was down wit it Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds wit it Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, this time, I do it better just because Check it, me and Nasty *** it's a classic, trust me How he gon' pass the *** to them *** that don't love me I'm talkin' *** that never wanted to see me on top Same *** that never wanted to see 'The Doctor's Advocate' drop Flop, I think not, I *** you rap *** like virgins Dre took my trainin' wheels off, it's curtains I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers The Game ain't over, this the beginnin' of my career The endin' of yours, the endin' of his Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz *** it's Game time, that was Dre's favorite line Back when Proof was in the booth and I recited his lines And I still think about my *** from time to time Make me wanna call 50 and let him know what's on my mind But I just hold back 'cause we ain't beefin' like that He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac And we just eatin' off rap, one love To everybody who knows my story To all of those who came before me My time is now, I'm gonna do it all over again somehow Ain't nothin' new, ain't 'bout to change I'm still gonna do it my way, yeah, I still remain So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, no, no, no, I'm stuck here with Just because So tell me why you hate the game? Oh, this time, I do it better just because It ain't over, ladies and gentleman I go by the name of the one and only, Just Blaze I got a couple people in the house with me Usually we do this at the beginning But we gon' do it at the end this time I wanna take you to church real quick So I'ma need some help, I need some people up I need 1500 or nothin' up here wit me The wonderfully talented Marsha Ambrosia's from Floetry Ah, yeah there we go The sun is shinin' down on us right now We feelin' real good, we know y'all do too So if you feelin' good, sing along, clap along, stomp along Catch a lil' Holy Ghost And if you ain't feelin' good, God willin' By the end of this record, He gon' change all that Ayo, Lorenz, you ready? There it is, pass me them drumsticks Alright everybody, please join in Your life ain't good, you can get it right Take this opportunity to do so And I'ma let it do what it do Rest in peace to Georgia Elliott, here we go And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you I wanna thank everybody for comin' out God bless, one love, good night Or good day if you on the other side of the globe Yo, Just, we on the move with this ***, 'Doctor's Advocate' See you on the third album, hate it or love it And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you And the sun shines with you

Down by the river junior year Walking with my girl, And we came upon a place There in the tall grass where a couple Had been making love And left the mark of their embrace. I said to her, "Looks like they had some fun." She said to me, "Let's do the same." And still I taste her kisses And her freckles in the sun When I play the poet game. A young man down in hill country In the year of '22 Went to see his future bride. She lived in a rough old shack That poverty blew through. She invited him inside. She'd been cooking, ashamed and feeling sad, She could only offer him bread and her name - Grandpa said that it was the best gift A fella ever had And he taught me the poet game. I had a friend who drank too much And played too much guitar - And we sure got along. Reel-to-reels rolled across The country near and far With letters poems and songs. But these days he don't talk to me And he won't tell me why. I miss him every time i say his name. I don't know what he's doing Or why our friendship died While we played the poet game. The fall rain was pounding down On an old New Hampshire mill And the river wild and high. I was talking to her while leaves blew down Like a sudden chill - There was wildness in her eyes. We made love like we'd been waiting All of our lives for this - Strangers know no shame - But she had to leave at dawn And with a sticky farewell kiss Left me to play the poet game. I watched my country turn into A coast-to-coast strip mall And I cried out in a song: If we could do all that in thirty years, Then please tell me you all - Why does good change take so long? Why does the color of your skin Or who you choose to love Still lead to such anger and pain? And why do I think it's any help For me to still dream of Playing the poet game? Sirens wail above the fields - Another soul gone down - Another Sun about to rise. I've lost track of my mistakes, Like birds they fly around And darken half of my skies. To all of those I've hurt - I pray you'll forgive me. I to you will freely do the same. So many things I didn't see, With my eyes turned inside, Playing the poet game. I walk out at night to take a leak Underneath the stars - Oh yeah that's the life for me. There's Orion and the Pleiades And I guess that must be Mars - All as clear as we long to be. I've sung what I was given - Some was bad and some was good. I never did know from where it came And if I had it all to do again I am not sure I would Play the poet game.

Walkin' out the pen' with my pen, live a life of sin Tell the devil throw me a shovel and let's get it in 2015 MC Ren, this ain't a movie Pull my khaki suit back out the closet and burn this Louie Tell Young Thug come out the closet, the fuck you foolin'? Where my Crips, my Bloods, my eses? Let's make some music That the gangsters can dance to Throw up your hands too The Indians is back, we want our motherfuckin' land too The black Slim Shady is back with some M80s In the back of the Mercedes About to blow this motherfucker like a Meth' lab Smokin' on that same bomb chronic Dre and Meth' had You know I got the best bag Now watch me teach the world how to roll a blunt for the last time Welcome to Cali where smoking's our favorite past time And if a nigga need a gun he can have mine And everything inside 'Cause when the lights go out 'Cause when the lights go out 'Cause when the lights go out You see bitches on all fours Switches on all cars Got used to drivin' them Bentley's I guess I got off course Got used to fuckin' them bitches Used to 'em rollin' my blunts In the studio with Doc, ain't see them hoes in months I've been shacked up on LSU Goin' crazy on LSD in a straight jacket, don't mess with me 'Til I finish this album Now I step inside the party with Hennessy and Bacardi Pour a ziplock of mollies out (and a bowl of percs) 'Cause I'm a lunatic Disturb the peace like Ludacris Me and Dre bump heads 'cause he give me advice I never listen to this shit He said don't put out mixtapes and I did that He said leave his car parked right there I stripped that, drove that In the Lambo', blunts rolled fat Pull up to the club like where the hoes at Take her home and fuck her, then ask a bitch where your clothes at The door right there I don't need you bitch, you see the iPhone? Got some more right there Here's a glass for your tears, let 'em pour right there Compton, I was born right there Park the red Lambo right there Signed to the 'Math right there 25 mil', more nightmares Now I'm fuckin' everybody bitch You think you got her on lock but you don't 'Cause when the lights go out 'Cause when the lights go out 'Cause when the lights go out

All I do is get drunk and high I be fucking nigga's bitches and they be mad as fuck They be like Man fuck you niggas I rob you niggas I kill you niggas Cause I don't feel you niggas I said fuck you niggas I rob you niggas Don't make me kill you niggas No I don't feel you niggas Man fuck you niggas I told niggas in '05 I don; t fuck with Maybachs You wanna hate up, come outisde, just fuckin' say that Two things I learned, nigga gotta stayed strapped And niggas ain't goin' down without a Dr. Dre track Black boy fly, niggas watch me grew Niggas studies my beefs and couldn't stomp my flow (Cause I'm dangerous) Niggas think they fucking with me (Stop smoking angel dust) Niggas think they smoking on this chronic (The same as us) Come within (range of us) Bullets (your brains are bust) Ministers get shot, two of these niggas (came to us) You broke your rent doing your bitch want me I'm off this OG kush and you the lil' homie Nigga wanna borrow some weed, I got a lil' homie Watch how I'm driving, can't let the double cup spill on me Same block and stop snitchin', mother fuckers still one me G-Unit had a reunion Man fuck you niggas I rob you niggas I kill you niggas Cause I don't feel you niggas I said fuck you niggas I rob you niggas Don't make me kill you niggas No I don't feel you niggas Man fuck you niggas That's on Compton, you looked in the closet with a monster I eat you alive (man fuck you niggas) It feel like Tommy Hilfiger, fuck niggas I say it again (Man fuck you niggas) I feel lke Remy Ma when she got out of the jail Look back at the prison like (man fuck you niggas) And this time I'm going for the gusto R.I.P. Justo, will I fall off? Fuck no California mind nigga, pull it like a truck boat These crips, these bloods, these esés, they playin' cut throat You a fish out of water, every MC gets slaughtered If you ain't Nas, Eminem or fuckin' S dot Carter I tie up your wife, pull out my dick jack it off, kiss the knife Before I cut her, take my jacket off, fuck her then hit the lights Rub it in there like Detroit streets, with pictures of me Fuck her till cops come, then I'm bustin' like Man fuck you niggas I rob you niggas I kill you niggas Cause I don't feel you niggas I said fuck you niggas I rob you niggas Don't make me kill you niggas No I don't feel you niggas Man fuck you niggas