Cellphone Lyrics - Blood Moon: Year Of The Wolf - 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 

Soo woo, new coupe, through the west side 

New Benz, top down, new rims, new bitch throwin' up P's, 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 2 seconds to answer where you from, or you gon' see your brains 

Now that you slumped I see your change 

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Nigga we got canals, shelves, niggas that tried, niggas that died 

Niggas that fell well, off in their jail cell 

Shit, we got niggas with full clips 

That dip through you set and disappear like "Hell" 

No bail like the peace price 

Get caught up in the middle of the street at the light, you fuckin' bean pie 

Middle of your forehead nigga, that's where your 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, Bible had [?] 

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 

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Playin' chronic, blazin' chronic with the windows tinted 

Cause those that don't cut the checks, the ones in yo' business 

Rappers sendin' death threats but still ain't sent no killers 

You take a stretch [?] 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 gentleman, 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 

Only chase for commas, got 'em in now raise the Llama 

Hotter than a blazin' comet, fuckin' south central moth 

Niggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones 

2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong" 

Cherry red Impala, Bible had [?] 

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 fuck? 

Oh shit 

What? 

This mother fucker's recording down him sucking a warm dick nigga 

You bullshit 

Nigga bring your mother fuckin phone, I gotta get this shit on the gram nigga, gotta get my followers up, I'm gonna blow the internet up with this mother fucker 

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 

Nasty bitch 

The dead nigga, the mother fucker wolf game head, bitch I dodn't even know Wolves could cum my nigga 

Lowkey 

Shawty got the best head ever