"Scheme" lyrics
The Game, DJ Drama, Mike & Keys & O.T. Genasis Lyrics
Now, if you ask me (Truthfully)
Shit's been soft since the West came through and crushed the buildings
Oh, well
It's the impossible, ghetto gospel, flow colossal
Out LaBrea Tar Pits with tennis shades on the fossils
Get hostile, red Impala hittin' the pothole
Three-wheel motion with chronic up in my nostrils
I hit a '64 switch with my eyes closed
Hit the 110 whenever the four-five close
I'm serious, when my bandana bleed
It's like a bitch havin' cramps the first day of her period
Weak-ass niggas tryna infiltrate the town
Dealin' Jeromey, it's like I'm ridin' with Dogg Pound
When I'm in New York, I got the craziest hoes
Niggas in every borough, far as the radius goes
When I'm in the A, I'm Mr. Keep-A-Bitch-On-Her-Toes
And cop a cold with two chains wrapped in infinite gold
But in the city, we want every stitch in your clothes
Run your motherfuckin' pockets since you trickin' on hoes
LA, LA, big city of schemes
And everything in LA ain't always what it seems
You might be fooled if you playin' out of bounds
Same rules in every city, stick to 'em in your town
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
You got your flag on? (Yeah, I got it, blood)
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
'Cause these niggas got the city fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout the politics
Got an NY hat, two N's, I'm from Naughty Crip
All my niggas level four, I know they proud of this
Real shooter, wide eyes, know I hardly miss
Wear a seatbelt, a nigga gon' crash out
Got too many points, he probably gon' max out
Talkin' 'bout shit that I know he ain't
He a shooter in the street, but a bitch in the holding tank
Four-man cell, I'm in Denver row
See Jugg in my bunk, I'ma let him know
I'm a set tripper, big Cripper, ho flipper
Olde English 4-0 sipper
Cuz, try to play me like a Genesis
Sock him in the jaw, let the lil' homies finish him
Cuz, I take this bottle to the face
Then I'm slidin' everything, put the city on skates
LA, LA, big city of schemes
And everything in LA ain't always what it seems
You might be fooled if you playin' out of bounds
Same rules in every city, stick to 'em in your town
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
You got your flag on? (Yeah, I got it, blood)
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
'Cause these niggas got the city fucked up
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
Shit's been soft since the West came through and crushed the buildings
Oh, well
It's the impossible, ghetto gospel, flow colossal
Out LaBrea Tar Pits with tennis shades on the fossils
Get hostile, red Impala hittin' the pothole
Three-wheel motion with chronic up in my nostrils
I hit a '64 switch with my eyes closed
Hit the 110 whenever the four-five close
I'm serious, when my bandana bleed
It's like a bitch havin' cramps the first day of her period
Weak-ass niggas tryna infiltrate the town
Dealin' Jeromey, it's like I'm ridin' with Dogg Pound
When I'm in New York, I got the craziest hoes
Niggas in every borough, far as the radius goes
When I'm in the A, I'm Mr. Keep-A-Bitch-On-Her-Toes
And cop a cold with two chains wrapped in infinite gold
But in the city, we want every stitch in your clothes
Run your motherfuckin' pockets since you trickin' on hoes
LA, LA, big city of schemes
And everything in LA ain't always what it seems
You might be fooled if you playin' out of bounds
Same rules in every city, stick to 'em in your town
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
You got your flag on? (Yeah, I got it, blood)
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
'Cause these niggas got the city fucked up
Niggas talkin' 'bout the politics
Got an NY hat, two N's, I'm from Naughty Crip
All my niggas level four, I know they proud of this
Real shooter, wide eyes, know I hardly miss
Wear a seatbelt, a nigga gon' crash out
Got too many points, he probably gon' max out
Talkin' 'bout shit that I know he ain't
He a shooter in the street, but a bitch in the holding tank
Four-man cell, I'm in Denver row
See Jugg in my bunk, I'ma let him know
I'm a set tripper, big Cripper, ho flipper
Olde English 4-0 sipper
Cuz, try to play me like a Genesis
Sock him in the jaw, let the lil' homies finish him
Cuz, I take this bottle to the face
Then I'm slidin' everything, put the city on skates
LA, LA, big city of schemes
And everything in LA ain't always what it seems
You might be fooled if you playin' out of bounds
Same rules in every city, stick to 'em in your town
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
You got your flag on? (Yeah, I got it, blood)
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
'Cause these niggas got the city fucked up
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
Writer(s): Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Tyree Simmons, Odis Oliver Flores
