The Game – I Didn’t Wanna Write This Song Lyrics

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[Intro: DOM KENNEDY]
Your son wonder when you comin’ home
I wonder why you couldn’t make it home?
I wonder why they love you when you gone?
I wonder if you know how much they miss you?
Crenshaw, now they yellin’, “Crenshaw”
Crenshaw, now they wearin’ Crenshaw
I wonder why they love you when you gone? (When you gone)

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius & The Game]
I wonder if you’re there right now (Right now, Ayy, Dom)
I wonder (Ayy, this classic shit, Dom)
I wonder if you’re really listenin’ to what I feel right now? (This L.A. shit)
I wonder
I’m hopin’ you’re the peace that’ll make ’em really care right now (Throw them dubs up)
But you’re gone and it just isn’t fair right now, right now (One time for our nig’, we got the world lit)
On God, the work is never done (We love you, Nip)
The good they die young, used to be my son
Even when it waivers, the pain I feel is numb
Know that you were loved, yeah
I didn’t wanna write this song

[Verse 1: The Game]
Didn’t wanna write it, so it’s from the heart
Even brought your homie from Leimert Park
Smokin’ papers on Vernon for the hurt
Reminiscin’, you and Blacc Sam built it from the dirt
Los Angeles, the gift and a curse
Focused on your neighborhood but you shifted the earth
You had the Staples Center packed like a church
Whole South Central put they hands on your hearse
I wonder if Heaven got a Slauson
You with Biggie and Pac, look at you, big as the bosses
Headed to a marathon, look at your nigga, he flossin’
Your legacy untouchable like Emani and Kross is
On the days that I’m feelin’ exhausted, think about uncle Snoop at the funeral talkin’
This type of shit you don’t see that often
Stevie Wonder singin’, he can’t even see your coffin

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
I wonder if you’re free right now, yeah
I wonder if you’re happy, are you livin’ out your dreams right now?
I hope the angels are givin’ you your wings right now
The hardest thing that I had to sing right now
Right now, right now, oh, God
The best was yet to come (Sometime)
The good, they die young
Used to the be sun even when it rains, yeah
Pain I feel is numb
You’ll always be loved
I didn’t wanna write this song

[Verse 2: The Game]
Ayy, shit sound like it look
All the history you made, nigga, I could write a book
You had the Eight Treys walkin’ with the 60s
I witnessed it all, you was right there with me
From Eritrea to South Central
From South Central to Brooklyn, look at what you been through
Mind over matter, yeah, it’s all mental
But I still don’t trust 12 when I see ’em in my rearview
Six years ago, I could of been you
Me and some of my old homies had the same issues
If I come, tell God to let me in
Give ’em the room next to Aaliyah with ESPN
You got tears fallin’ down the cheeks of Mexicans
You got a number in my phone I can’t text again
And if they killed you, they could kill Game
But I don’t mind dyin’ if it’s gon’ bring real change

[Bridge: Marsha Ambrosius]
Say hi to the sky, now it’s your turn to fly
Still we cry (Still we cry)
I wish I could have protected you there
Just say hi to the sky, now it’s your turn to fly
Still we cry, cry, cry
Still we cry, yeah
Cry, cry, I cry
Didn’t wanna write this song

[Outro: DOM KENNEDY & Marsha Ambrosius]
Dear rap game, we can’t take no more losses
Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle
King of L.A., Slauson
Clap for him, clap for him
The marathon continues
I didn’t wanna write this song

The Game – Gold Daytonas Lyrics

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[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY & The Game]
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
You know we got it
Yeah, gold Daytonas
The motherfuckin’ wheels
Yeah, ride with it on us

[Verse 1: The Game]
You ever seen a nigga get shot by the Staples Center?
Next day you watchin’ Bron Bron with them staples in ’em (Lake Show)
Yeah, came for the ruckus
Head to toe, dipped in Supreme, I’m like a Cutlass
Fuck it, let loose on niggas
Spill my Goose on niggas, two tears in a bucket (Want all the smoke)
Three-wheel motion in the Bentley truck
See 12 and hold the Remy up (Fuck 12)
Need at least a hundred thousand ’fore we go in clubs (‘Fore we what?)
‘Fore we pour them shots (‘Fore we what?)
‘Fore we throw them dubs
West Side to New York, niggas show me love (Niggas know)
Front row at the Grammys and they know we thugs

[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY & The Game]
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Yeah, ride with it on us
Uh, what you know about it?
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
Ride
Yeah

[Verse 2: DOM KENNEDY]
Check my pocket, got a lot of hundreds
And all my ladies got flat stomachs, uh
At Saint Laurent when the shipment come in
Shrimp fettuccini then hop back in the Benz (Uh)
Got AMG on the seat covers, they love us
Leimert Park to the Rucker, I’m with Chuck
Get pressed for your Chucks
Matte black on the truck
Cuban link on tuck
Ace of Spades in my cup, uh
You wanna give me what I need, baby?
My seat on recline while she suck on mine, uh
Game told me, “Go ‘head, switch the style up
And if they hate, then let ’em hate
Then they gon’ end up down one”

[Chorus: DOM KENNEDY & The Game]
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
Uh, you know we got it, nigga (Yeah), ayy
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, ayy
Ride with it on us
Ride, ride, ride, ride, aight, haha

[Outro: The Game & DOM KENNEDY]
Ayy, dawg, West Side on these niggas
Fuck bitches
Ayy
Fuck bitches
Yeah

Dom Kennedy – Locals Only (Video Version) Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
The very first time I heard Run in them Adidas
I never would have thought one day I’d have a fever
They used to say, “Nah, Dom, he is not no keeper”
And “Yeah them songs cool, but naw he ain’t got no heaters”
But then I went home (Shhh) we ain’t we ain’t got one neither
The gas shut off man I just go to sleep but
These niggas think they good but I really know they suck
And niggas think they hood but I really know they punks
The man with most isn’t always in the front
So hit that West Side and we’ll give you what you want
A nice black eye that’ll go with all them lumps
And I try to stay quiet if it ain’t involvin us

[Chorus]
She asked me where I came from, I told her “Where you headed?”
“Back to LA”, I said, “Baby what you reppin’?”
I got these ideas and I’m tryna make some records
So when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
And when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
So when the train stops—

[Verse 2]
The very first time I heard Black Superman
I knew it was okay to just act like who I am
I used to rob stores for a tape I could afford
I want to thank the Lord for the life of 2Pac Shakur
I know living’s hard, but you gotta see the light
You never gon’ make it if you never roll the dice
Take the first step, that was Doctor King’s advice
Goin’ no days off I’m gone practice every night
I got so many thoughts and I got so much to write
And that right there is the story of my life
Can’t sit and complain, naw I’m tryin to get a name
Help feed the kids and I’m tryin to get a chain
My homeboy Ian was the first one with a Range
We used to play my old shit, now I got mo’ shit
Just a little somethin’ I can get out on the road with
Or maybe just walk to the store with

[Chorus]
She asked me where I came from, I told her “Where you headed?”
“Back to LA”, I said, “Baby what you reppin’?”
I got these ideas and I’m tryna make some records
So when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
And when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
So when the train stops—

[Bonus Verse]
I remember, no cameras, no calls, no answers
No meetings, no features, no chances
No shows, no fans, no dancin’
Now there’s 300 girls yellin “Go Handsome”
I’m warmin up California this is yo candle
And I never had a video on no channel
I saw your name on a sign that said show cancelled
The charm of a college kid with them pro handles
This for niggas stressed out and gotta smoke Camel’s
And them ladies with them pretty open toed sandals
I remember them Impalas with them Gold Panels
We still keep it West Side like a old flannel
Mix a little Leimert Park with a cold piano
And tell if you heard somethin realer
I told Arch we was gonna kill em
New everything got me lookin like a dealer
If there’s somethin’ wrong then I’m lookin in the mirror
Life is a Bitch but I could never fear her
Cause she be lookin good every second that I’m near her
She told me take my time but I really couldn’t hear her
Not in it for the ring girl I want to be respected
That’s why it took me like 4 years to perfect it
She said you got the type of heart I like to connect with
So when the train stops next time I’mma catch it
Gone