"Cellphone" lyrics

[The Game:]
I remember days on Crenshaw
Take a nigga Beamer, hit the hood, take his rims off
Then hit that block, let him hear that Pac
That shit don't stop, su-woo
New coupe, through the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims
New bitch throwin' up Ps, whoo whoop
Compton niggas ain't never gon' be the same
It's in my blood, you see my veins
You see my tats, you feel my pain
You in my hood? You from a gang
You got two seconds to answer where you from
Or you gon' see your brains
Now that you slumped I see your change
Nigga we got canals, shelves
Niggas that tried, niggas that died
Niggas that fell well off in a jail cell
Shit, we got niggas with full clips
That'll dip through your set and disappear like Hell Rell
No bail like the Peace Prize
Get caught up in the middle of the street at the light
You fuckin' bean pie
Middle of your forehead nigga, that's where the beam lie
(You be OK) 'Cause I done seen God

Niggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry-red Impala, Bobble head red bone
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my nigga Legs gone
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Stop that

[Quincey White:]
Playin' Chronic, blazin' chronic with the windows tinted
'Cause those that don't cut the check the ones in yo' business
Rappers sendin' death threats but still ain't sent no killers
The TEC a stretch away, squeeze myself, can't depend on niggas
Shit on niggas check the urinal and you'll see
That I be droppin' jewels and you should take 'em like a jewel thief
Wolves teeth is what I use to eat my fuckin' pray up with
Used to make the yayo flip, now Game told me to lay your hits
Teamed up, toured the US just to let the name ring
Goin' home to fuck shit up, I did the King James thing
Steak and lobster with the general, sit with a gangster posture
Blowin' all these bands, fans screamin' like it's Frank Sinatra
Made it out the South Bay Village, homies hate I prosper
But I don't owe you niggas shit, I'm supposed to thank my mama
On a chase for commas, got 'em and I raised the Llama
Hotter than a blazin' comet, fuckin' South Central monster

[The Game:]
Niggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry-red Impala, Bobble head red bone
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my nigga Legs gone
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Stop that

[The Game (Stat Quo):]
The fuck?
Oh shit, shit
Chuck, Chuck!
(What?)
This motherfucker Chequana down here sucking the Wolf dick nigga
(You bullshit)
Nigga bring your motherfucking phone, I gotta get this shit on the gram nigga, gotta get my followers up, I'm gonna blow the Internet up with this motherfucker
(That bitch on WorldStar nigga)
Damn
(Push the door open nigga, watch out)
Oh the nigga bustin' on
Nasty bitch
(Bitch get the fuck out of my house bitch)
This nasty bitch
(The dead nigga, the motherfucker wolf game head, bitch I didn't even know wolves could cum my nigga)
Low-key
Shawty got the best head ever