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SpanglishThe Game

Released: August 26, 2008

Featuring: Hyna

Songwriter: The Game Tre Beatz Hyna

Producer: Tre Beatz

[Intro : The Game]
*laughing*
Buenos dias maricones
Vamonos!

[Verse 1: The Game]
Picture me stuck inside this mind of a loco matador
Bout' to commit suicide behind that project door
La vida loca, mi familia, esta coca
Don't fuck around with no snitch mayates
I got they bitch ass in check with the Cuete en tu cabeza
A Spanish maid better come and clean the fuckin' mess up
Gangsta, it ain't about where you from it's where you wear your gun
(Ya vienen, dispara)
Let 'em come
See I never told Dre that I was disconnected
(Viva Mexico)
Or get your ribs dissected
Es muy pandillero en mi blanco camaro
Feel these buck shots in your soul with these sparrows
The devil con permiso diablo
Inside the Lamborghini of Escobar, Pablo
Get 'em from Durango, send them to Chicago
Them ese's don't fuck with niggas sí I know

[Hook : Hyna x2]
Voy a vivir Aqui
Voy a nacer Aqui
Hasta la muerte
Hasta la muerte

Mi amor

[Verse 2: The Game]
Ven aqui mami, pass a nigga a Corona
Yo soy El Rey de fuckin' California
(El Juego!)
Tu es muy bonita, te extrano my Señorita
Me es de negro Vicente Fernandez
Mi cuarenta y cinco, I need you to understand this
California ain't No Country for Old Men
Muy grande, sangre, ridin' on chrome rims
Translation, Asanti deuce deuce's
Mirando en la esquina, St. Luces
I'm 'bout to lose it holmes, Espera
Escribo Los Angeles en mi cara
Time to bring back my old Impala
Keep the 40 in the dash for them Eric Estrada's
Tu got pajaros then holla'
'Cause we pitch white balls like (LA Dodgers)

[Hook x2]

[Interlude : Game & (Girl)]
(Estupido, pendejo)
(Idiota, te odio)
(Porque no me quisistes? Idiota)
You know I Love you
I ain't' goin' nowhere
(Pendejo, estupido olvidate de mi)
(Porque no me quisistes?)
That ain't what I said
(Te odio)
(Pendejo, estupido)
Te extrano
(Perro imbécil)

[Verse 3: The Game]
This is my city
I'm to California what New York is to Diddy
And Compton es mi casa
Adios mijos, mi pecho frio
Drug dealer fo' life, take me to da kilos
Muy mota mixed in with the coca
Spanish thang ridin' shotgun, she loca
(Callate la boca)
She's my "El Pollo Loca"
And the day I die she know to bury me en roja

[Hook x2]

The Game

Jayceon Terrell Taylor was born November 29th, 1979 in Compton, California to two Crip-affiliated gang members. He grew up on Santana Blocc, a Crip-controlled neighborhood, with a large family of half and step siblings. He was hardened by a rough and violent childhood stinting from his parent’s drug use, domestic violence, and family members being killed through gang-related conflicts.

By 2000, a 21-year-old Jayceon Taylor was a member of the Cedar Block Pirus, a Blood-affiliated gang, and dealt drugs on the streets of Compton.

Late on the night of October 1st, 2001, Jayceon was alone in his apartment when the doorbell rang and after opening the door, he was jumped by three

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