Songwriter: The Game

Producer: J.R. Rotem

Yeah
Bad boy collabo
J.R
Lets get it

Look, its Keyshia Cole and the black Kenneth Cole
Black Air One's, all black sole
Im 'bout to take control like Janet, dammit
Can't stand it
So So Def J.D can't handle it
Bust shots in L.A., bust shots in New York
Bust shots for Big and Pac, puffin' his Newport
Crazy shit that happen when you mix rappin' with trappin'
Fuck around and get your wig pushed backwards
Twist up the Backwoods, blow that then
California license plate, you know that Benz
I'm focused like a Kodak lens
Park my Aston Martin by the garden, tell 'em to hold that thing
I'm back in Cali, twistin' up the Cali
Palm trees and the breeze make it feel like Maui
Guess this how a nigga 'posed to feel
When you 29 sittin' on 29 mil

I don't make up with bitches, I get me a new Cover Girl
One I can trust, no holes inside the rubber girl
I fuck all girls, tall ones, thick bitches
Drove my car down Broadway, hit switches
Been through Queens with 50 and Lamborghins
Drove through Texas in a brand new Lexus
GS shit, the best shit, I mess wit'
The further I go down south, better the sex get
But that's me, sippin' on Dom P
Blowin' Cali's finest, I don't mean palm trees
On three niggas meet me at the bar, bitches
Valet cars and come dance with a star
Better yet, I'm the american idol
Strapped with assault rifles pointed at my rivals
My elevator goin' straight to the top, nigga I won't stop
Diddy
Let's get it

Whats a Bad Boy? Same as a goon
Before I step in the room you see a sign sayin' "Diddy comin' soon"
Haters I'm still dancin'
Young, black and handsome
Sean Jean 2-piece smellin' better than Branson
New York Nicks court-side, nigga, AND1
I can stop making the bands, 'cause I am one
New York need me, Cali gave me a star
If you don't believe me; Hollywood boulevard
You can go there
If you ever need the D-I-double D-Y B-A-D B-O-Y
Good in any hood, no vest, no .45
Got my man lookin' down on me from Bed-Stuy
Angels all around me flyin' over my lambo
And I never stop burnin' wax like a candle
Hottest nigga on the globe
With my yacht on cruise control, in my Louis Vuitton robe, yeah

 

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