Born 2 Rap - The Game

Lyrics by：Cash Jones (ASCAP)/Titus E Johnson/Jayceon Taylor/Stanley Benton

I remember I was rappin' for a year and half

Couple tears in a glass

Some gunshots then I appeared on the map

Bust it

In the studio

Way in the back with Busta

Next mornin' back to weighin' the crack

F**k it

What if Dre don't make an album out my demo

At least me

Snoop

And Nate Dogg smoked some indo

Mailman told me

"Be patient" thanks for the info

Next thing I know

I'm in Hits Factory with Timbo

Came back and threw the Range on Lorenzos

I'm reminiscin'

Lookin' out this Lamborghini window

My Granny told me I'd be bigger than Nintendo

Game

Let the top down so she could scream her grandson name

We on our way back to the nursin' home

Listenin' to Just Blaze beats to put these verses on

My life almost got cut short on the 'Math

'Til Jigga told Dre "Hate it or Love it" was a smash

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who do it better than me

Who rap better than me

Who rap better than me

S**t sound like I found the Fountain of Youth

It's like the bald-head Game steppin' back in the booth

True

I'm the only n***a rap like I do

Proof

Who survived after 300 Bars

Who

Nobody

I'm still countin' these bodies

Still countin' these millions

Still make everybody quiet when I walk in the lobby of that Interscope buildin'

I still drop one line and have 'em all in they feelings

I know you miss me but I just been in Calabasas

Bought the crib far just to stop from whoopin' n***a's asses

I'm the definition of classic

I'm the feelin' fans used to get

When they rip the s**t up out the plastic

How many legendary studios got my plaques in it

New Lambo truck

Let's see if I can start from scratch in it

And I started from the bottom of the block

Hate it or love it the underdog still on top

N***a

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me

I sit alone in my room in my zone writin' classics

Who do it better than me

Who rap better than me

Who rap better than me

Game was always open arms

You know what I mean

And

You know

He was the only one for a while

Yeah

From the-from the generation after the Snoop

Dre

Pac

So Game was-he held the position of-everybody looked to Game

For-for

You know

"Hey listen to my tape woo"

I actually met Game in my hood on Crenshaw and Slauson

And I was outside on the block with like twenty of my homies

And

Um

I see the Range Rover

I'm like "That's Game right there"

And we all walked up to his car and I handed my CD

You know and on my daughter

He had a Glock on his on his hip

I mean on his lap

And that's what made me like

I ain't gon' say made me respect Game

I respect Game off all the things he done

But when we met

You know what I'm sayin'

It was um I was in the middle of my hood

You know with all my homies before rap

And Game was drivin' through solo with a

With a Glock in his lap

You know so

No security

Just solo

Nah

Nah

Only solo

Only solo