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Rookie Card Lyrics - West Coast Resurrection - Game

You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5 

Whatever way dog, The Game get live 

Keepin it gangsta in a P D fitted velour 

Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four 

 

The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me 

Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly 

Rock the mic anywhere and I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog 

Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converts dog 

 

Get it crackin' like we out in the yard and the warden's watchin' 

Only difference is the whores is watchin' 

Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's 

Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like 

 

I'm a gangsta 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 

 

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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-fo' 

 

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-fo' 

 

I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin' rocky 

The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki 

Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes 

Avi 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 

 

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Crews buzz when you speakin 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 soarin' through the spacious skies 

Strap yo' body with them K's and ride, the handle is up 

Switchin' gears, hit the pedal and ride 

 

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-fo' 

 

I'm a shining star 

And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar 

Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze 

Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so 

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