"I'm Looking" lyrics

[The Game:]
I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop
Cats telling jokes at them car games
Seen big face hundreds, handle the rock like Nate Archibald
What? This nigga only sixteen
And I wanted to be, just like him, middle school fighting
Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, what up nigga?
You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me
No more talking, just outline chalking
Nigga Witta Attitude from birth, "100 Miles and Running"
Gunning busting shots like fuck the cops
Notorious for burning blocks, weaving in and out of traffic and chop
Game the young Robin Hood of the block
Steal from the rich, give to the poor, coward niggas rock
Second coming of this black Alfred Hitchcock
Kick in the door, waving the four-four
Ten shots to your spleen, let them violins sing

[Blue Chip (The Game):]
Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young'uns running with 'caine
Rain hits so we flooding the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)
Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggas ain't met gangster yet)

[The Game:]
Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the 80s
Gang-banging, dope traffic, shit get crazy
From where niggas grow up hard like dicks raised
Them hustling guns like Knicks players, we got mouths to feed
'Til they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold cheek
In that pine box, I'm buying rocks, eyeing cops
Fuck a cell block, the young kid making it happen
Who you think got them fiends running back like Bo Jackson?
I'm a gangster, what else could I say?
I'm ahead of myself like it's Y4K
2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A.
Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play
Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em
Niggas in the street move faster than Michael Jackson's album
But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G
Bet the four slow 'em down like PCP

[Blue Chip (The Game):]
Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young'uns running with 'caine
Rain hits so we flooding the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)
Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggas ain't met gangster yet)

[The Game:]
Real gangsters never talk shit, handle their business
Fuck the dry snitching and bitching, niggas die when them bullets fly
Who fucking with him, ha? Not a nigga alive
End up dead in that 5
He got no sympathy for them dead guys, friend or foe
Watch that chest cave in, what that vest saving?
Make it sloppy for the autopsy, leave my enemies in a frenzy
On the front lines holding a 9
Every day a new chapter, my own niggas plotting on me
Trying to hit me but they won't get me, feel the semi first
Fucking with my dough, is the worst way to go
Y'all know, niggas cry when them bullets burn slow dummy
In and out of spots watching my money
If one dollar come up missing bodies start to come up missing
No one too heavy for the Expedition, piss on your corpse
Watch your soul shiver, throw him in the river, bitch nigga

[Blue Chip (The Game):]
Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game, young'uns running with 'caine
Rain hits so we flooding the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)
Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggas ain't met gangster yet)