"The Game Get Live" lyrics

[The Game:]
You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5
Whatever way dog, the Game get live
Keeping it gangster in a P.D.-fitted velour
Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four
The hood love me, hood rats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't talking 'bout a concert dog
Talking 'bout ten niggas in converts dog
Get it cracking like we out in the yard, and the warden's watching
Only difference is the whores is watching
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20s
Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangster bay-bee from the C-P-T
Run with the Pound like I'm from DPG
If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-four

I'm a shining star
And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze
Railways, the Ojays, the gangster lean so
Please believe that I keep two Gs in my jeans
Two gats in my sleeve, two rats in my Beam'
X-5, mami let's ride
Weave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-Stuy
It's the kid from the far West I, oh, shit
He know how to do more than flip pies
Get money like them stick up guys
Them "Ocean 11" licks got the young kid rich for life
And I talking 'bout a movie or George Clooney
I'm talking 'bout, running in your spots with Uzis tucked in the Coogi
Dude me? Naw truly, might lose your lives
They say I've, got 2K2 covered like A.I.

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-four

[JT The Bigga Figga:]
I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm looking rocky
The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes
AD jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels
In my neighborhood I'm young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake
So cover my face, and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang
Crews buzz when you speaking my name, 'cause I'm deep in the game
With top cool thangs and million-dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high
Now we soaring through the spacious skies
Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride, the handle is up
Switching gears with the pedal and ride

[The Game:]
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-four