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Rollin’The Game

Released: December 2, 2012

Featuring: Kanye West Trae tha Truth Z-Ro Paul Wall Slim Thug

Songwriter: Cool Kanye West The Game Paul Wall Z-Ro Trae tha Truth Slim Thug Dre

Producer: Cool N Dre Kanye West

[Intro x2: Kanye West]
Will I ever change in this life?
My grandma said I'll never change and she right
Y'all think that L.A. gang banging shit hype?
Well you finna' find out what the game be like

[Verse 1: Game]
Red rag on my rear view
No tint in the Porsche, see clear through
God screaming up out them speakers
So loud that a nigga can't hear you
Wake up to a diamond cross, I'm a Christian
Got a nigga feeling like Obama 'nem
Niggas shot out my windows, they jealous and envy
They spit on my 'Rari, they keyed up my Bentley
They went at my top dog like Ab-Soul and Kendrick
I said I'm a killa', god damn it I meant it
I said I sold crack, nigga bubbling skillets
At my grandma's house, I was selling work in it
And god bless her soul, she died
Back out the four, load up the five
Pop up the trunk, load up them pies
Aye 'Ye, ain't this how them niggas do it in the Chi?
Vice Lords, GD's
Crips, Bloods and Impala's on gold D's
Yesterday a nigga swore he was a man in the hood
Now he begging for his life on both knees
I'm a killer, no codees
Ask 40 Glocc, niggas don't know me
Got a problem blood, then come show me
I'm on Rosecrans ing them Kobe's
Got diamonds off in my Rollie
Granddaddy stuffed in my stogie
Motherfuck them Axel Foleys
Where I'm from, niggas shooting at the police
Man these fuck niggas got me screwed up
I'm like Papa Smurf in that blue truck
Red hat, red pants
Walking inside dreams with the kush in my hand - I'm

[Hook x4: Z-Ro]
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up

[Verse 2: Trae The Truth]
Young nigga 15, broke, livin’ the scene
Sawed off in my pants, ‘bout to go make the lean
Finna' rob me a nigga who’s money wasn’t the same
Somebody gon' give it to me, or get one up in the brain
Mama used to stroke it just to feed me scraps
Every Saturday, it was YO! MTV raps
Got sick of looking at other niggas that ain't deserve it
So I followed my older brother to beat these traps
I ain't worried about the love, I've seen everything
The hood hot, like the devil had it off in his hands
Send a strap your way, I seen a couple of fans
Last pack, I took that and a couple of bands
If I ain't hustle to eat, I was doing that sippin' Screw
But they would give it to me, everyday I was paying dues
I was a young wild nigga missing a couple screws
In the hood, when I'm scared, only thing I'mma use, when I'm...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
Mane, hold up
Young and I leans with a cup full of lean, and a 4-0 tucked
No more sleep, gotta get more bucks, OG rolled up
Stakes are high, so I pray to God the folks don't roll up
Big sister told me I need to grow up
But I need that money, better not crumb me
Pockets fat as my codeine tummy
Trying to get blow like my nose was runny
I work for mine, you can't take that from me
Wrap it up, like Egyptian mummy
And have it ready when I roll on up
Stacking dough on up, from the floor on up
And I'm all through the hood like ice cream trucks, just rollin'

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Slim Thug]
Keep kush rolled, that dream I'm holding
In the candy Caddy' with with ninety molding
Bought a drop, put it in the shop
But everything I got, on that bitch stolen
Had a grill but couldn't afford the wheels
Had paint, but it wasn't candy
Kick endo to try and get that dough
Whole family know, so they couldn't stand me
Run and tell your mama, come get your son
Mama like damn, what the hell he done
Brother had bricks, but didn't give me shit
So when he went to the pen, I ain't send him shit
Mama at work, so I ran the house
Ray on lock, so now I'm the boss
Turn that face up like the Mary Jane
I was slanging 'caine, got us all kicked out

[Hook]

[Outro: Game]
From Compton, all the way to Chi-Town
Back on down to Houston, Texas baby
Trae The Truth, Z-Ro, Slim Thugga
Paul Wall, Common, Kanye West, and The Game
Jesus Piece
Either you got one, you want one
Or you bout to rob a nigga for one
So what it's gon' be nigga?
(Gun shots, laughs)

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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