The Game Remedy feat. Isaac Hayes Lyrics

[The Game]
As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
Smokin chronic just +Let Me Ride+
You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin m_________er
Throw it up for the king of L.A.
I'm known for makin b____es take they clothes off
Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft
I'm hard as a m_________in ounce of raw
Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball
f___ the law!! Feedin my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look high as f___ on the 20, G answer
Cocaine been around for centuries
Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the +Public Enemy+
Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the +Remedy+

[Chorus]
{*scratched: "Now they got me in a cell" - Chuck D*}
I got the remedy
{*scratched: "Now they got me in a cell" - Chuck D*}
Aftermath got the remedy
{*scratched: "Now they got me in a cell" - Chuck D*}
n____ back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-a__ smoked

[The Game]
I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me
I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy
And starin at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked
(Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black
Causin walkin in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin
is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gangbaners
Now that 'Pac passed, tryin to put us on Death Row
Get ready for the Aftermath
I run through the city like Godzilla
Doin mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped +Cop Killer+
Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy
There go another victim of a one-eight-seven
Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand
Even the toughest n____z run when my gun go... blam
So kick back and watch the b____es dance
N.W.A. is back, now let me see your m_________in hands

[Chorus]

[The Game]
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'
n____z endin they careers tryin to shut me up
Actin like I traded in my khakis for a b___on up
The West Coast still dippin
Game still Bloodin, and Snoop still Crippin
So what you sayin loc? Red and blue bandana
tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke
They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke
s___ got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes
Three wheelin through the neighborhood
System on blast, as the m_________in one-time pass
The key to drivebys is aim steady
Turn that Bape hoody into m_________in confetti
When you cross that enemy line
Close your eyes, +Parental Discretion Iz Advised+

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