Remedy

Текст песни GAME, THE - Remedy <br/> [The Game]<br />As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low<br />Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims<br />Rag top six-fo&#039;, Henny in the passenger side<br />Smokin chronic just (Let Me Ride)<br />You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherfucker<br />Throw it up for the king of L.A.<br />( )<br />I&#039;m known for makin bitches take they clothes off<br />Long as I&#039;m from Compton, California I could never go soft<br />I&#039;m hard as a motherfuckin ounce of raw<br />Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball<br />Fuck the law!! Feedin my son is a must<br />Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust<br />Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20, G answer<br />Cocaine been around for centuries<br />Since I&#039;m young, black and rich, I&#039;m the (Public Enemy)<br />Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the (Remedy)<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />[scratched:] &quot;Now they got me in a cell&quot; - Chuck D<br />I got the remedy<br />[scratched:] &quot;Now they got me in a cell&quot; - Chuck D<br />Aftermath got the remedy<br />[scratched:] &quot;Now they got me in a cell&quot; - Chuck D<br />Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)<br />&#039;Fore you get your punk-ass smoked<br /><br />[The Game]<br />I ain&#039;t no joke G, so don&#039;t provoke me<br />I&#039;m from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy<br />And starin at that Hollywood sign&#039;ll get you straight jacked<br />(Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black<br />Causin walkin in Roscoe&#039;s wit&#039;cha chain hangin<br />is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gangbaners<br />Now that &#039;Pac passed, tryin to put us on Death Row<br />Get ready for the Aftermath<br />I run through the city like Godzilla<br />Doin mo&#039; damage than Ice-T when he dropped (Cop Killer)<br />Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy<br />There go another victim of a one-eight-seven<br />Who&#039;s the grim reaper wit&#039;cha life in his hand<br />Even the toughest niggaz run when my gun go... blam<br />So kick back and watch the bitches dance <br />N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherfuckin hands<br /><br />[Chorus] <br /><br />[The Game]<br />I&#039;m back by popular demand and so<br />All black interior on the cherry red six-fo&#039;<br />Niggaz endin they careers tryin to shut me up <br />Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up<br />The West Coast still dippin<br />Game still Bloodin, and Snoop still Crippin<br />So what you sayin loc? Red and blue bandana<br />tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke<br />They say it ain&#039;t good weed if you don&#039;t choke<br />Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes<br />Three wheelin through the neighborhood<br />System on blast, as the motherfuckin one-time pass<br />The key to drivebys is aim steady <br />Turn that Bape hoody into motherfuckin confetti<br />When you cross that enemy line<br />Close your eyes, (Parental Discretion Iz Advised)