The Game - Just Another Day Lyrics
[Intro]It's mother*****in' Game time![Verse 1: Game]Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee tableThat's how you remember it, that's how I remember itYeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki'sCrips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acneMy city a trap me; been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked outJabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with ragsDisintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like KennedySlugs drippin' with Hennessey, got murderous tendenciesAnd if you don't know where the ***** they got me fromMartin Scorsese when I pull out my gunScarface, car chase, tell me how your blood tasteAsk your baby mama, she'll tell you how a Blood tasteBasket case, still I'm back with Dre, wait I never leftRun up in Beats, "***** pass the safe! Compton"Produced by a billion in this mother*****erStill smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this mother*****er[Verse 2: Game]Compton!They're killing in this mother*****erThey're drilling in this mother*****erLock the door, they're stealing in this mother*****erNo chains, no reins, this my homeNigga this hub city, no fly zoneNiggas pull out burnersStart breaking like turbo on ozoneCrack fiends on the back streetsWhere the tracks lean and the needles layAnd switchblades, if you ***** madePut chili all on your Frito Lay'sWhere we dream of Montego BayBut all we got is the swap meetWhere the cops meet, go bang bangLeaves blood stains on the concreteAnd I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb DeepCause I mob deep down that side streetI'm a West side rider, live with gats on collarsDon't hate me, better get your dollarsI be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both handsLeaning on that BroughamFlamed up like a coke can with my name on it[Outro: Asia Bryant]Another day in Compton, the thrill is highKnow somebody's watching, but I don't know whyFeel the fire burning, it touches the skyFeeling coming at you, I won't die tonightSo I get by, I get byI get by, I get, I get byCause it's just another day in Compton