Released: September 9, 2009

Songwriter: The Game

Producer: Cool N Dre

[Intro]
Ay yo Cool
Tell Dre I been doin' some thinkin'
And um...
I don't know how to say this:
Hate it or Love it was whack!

[Verse 1]
Guess who's back, dressed in all black
Brooklyn dodger and that Yankee hat
I'm a big dog, came to tame you cats
I'm a gangsta, this ain't entertainment rap
You know the black Louis belt with a stainless hat
Crenshaw Boulevard, where I'm famous at
No more sunshine cause the rain is back
Flow Shady, niggas like I can't be black
I'm the cocaine of rap, the dope game is back
My lyrics dress like Mos Def, I bring the 80's back
With one bar, I can change the way
Niggas think about me, compared to say...
A Jay, a Nas, a Cube, nah
I'm too hard, I'm 2 Pac's
And I still got drug money in that shoe box

[Chorus]
Champion
Number one
Take your hats off and throw em' in the sky
You fuckin' with a
Champion
Number one
Take your hats off and throw em' in the sky

[Verse 2]
I'm like Tim Duncan dunkin'
Big Pappy, wanna see something?
Homerun, Game is on one
Yeah I'm back in the black
Air Force Ones, Jordan tag on the back
Damn, how the fuck Jordan do that?
Ask Bryon Russell how the fuck Jordan do that
I'm a gangsta, nigga true that
Just moved outta Compton, don't make a nigga move back
Yo Dre, where Cool at?
Tell him he can Hate it or Love, but guess who's back
Bo know this, Bo know that
But Bo didn't know Eli could beat the Pack's
Like Dre didn't know I could beat the rat
Knock 'em all out the park, then break the bat

[Chorus]
Champion
Number one
Take your hats off and throw em' in the sky
You fuckin' with a...

[Verse 3]
Boss Hogg. no Dukes of Hazzard
Just a little pocket knife cuttin' through the mattress
Take the bricks out, put the chips in
Then subtract Pharrell, put the clips in
That's my life, it involve the Crips
But like my uncle Ray say when he drunk off a fifth
Talkin' shit, cleanin' his Vietnam A.K
"You shoulda seen Joe Louis in his heyday"
R.I.P. Uncle Ray, never seen Floyd Mayweather box on payday
Niggas don't want a box, they scared
Niggas don't wanna floss, I stop, they stare
Come through with a drop so rare
A drop that hood niggas can't cop nowhere
You might as well throw your rocks in the air
I defy gravity and I stop it there!

[Chorus]
Champion
Number one
Take your hats off and throw em' in the sky
You fuckin' with a
Champion
Number one
Take your hats off and throw em' in the sky

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