| I remember I was rappin' for a year and a half
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| Couple tears in the glass
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| Some gunshots then I appeared on the map, bust it
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| In the studio, way in the back with Busta
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| Next mornin' back to weighin' the crack, fuck it
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| What if Dre don’t make an album out my demo?
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| At least me, Snoop, and Nate Dogg smoked some indo
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| Mel-Man told me, «Be patient,» thanks for the info
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| Next thing I know, I’m in Hits Factory with Timbo
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| Came back and threw the Range on Lorenzos
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| I’m reminiscin', lookin' out this Lamborghini window
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| My Granny told me I’d be bigger than Nintendo, Game
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| Let the top down so she could scream her grandson name
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| We on our way back to the nursin' home listenin' to Just Blaze beats to put
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| these verses on
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| My life almost got cut short on the 'Math, 'til Jigga told Dre «Hate it or Love it» was a smash
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| I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics
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| Who rap better than me?
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| I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics
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| Who rap better than me?
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| I sit alone in the room in my zone writin' classics
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| Who do it better than me?
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| Who rap better than me?
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| Who rap better than me?
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| Shit sound like I found the Fountain of Youth
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| It’s like the bald-head Game steppin' back in the booth, true
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| I’m the only nigga rap like I do, proof
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| Who survived after 300 Bars, who?
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| Nobody, I’m still countin' these bodies
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| Still countin' these millions
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| Still make everybody quiet when I walk in the lobby of that Interscope buildin'
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| I still drop one line and have 'em all in they feelings
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| I know you miss me but I just been in Calabasas
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| Bought the crib far just to stop from whoopin' nigga’s asses
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| I’m the definition of classic
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| I’m the feelin' fans used to get when they rip the shit up out the plastic
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| How many legendary studios got my plaques in it?
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| New Lambo truck, let’s see if I can start from scratch in it
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| And I started from the bottom of the block
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| Hate it or love it the underdog still on top, nigga
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| I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics
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| Who rap better than me?
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| I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics
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| Who rap better than me?
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| I sit alone in the room in my zone writin' classics
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| Who do it better than me?
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| Who rap better than me?
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| Who rap better than me?
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| Game was always open arms
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| You know what I mean?
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| And, you know, he was the only one for a while
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| Yeah
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| From the-from the generation after the Snoop, Dre, Pac
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| So Game was-he held the position of-everybody looked to Game
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| For-for, you know, «Hey, listen to my tape, woo»
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| And I actually met Game in my hood on Crenshaw and Slauson
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| And I was outside on the block with like twenty of my homies
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| And, um, I see the Range Rover, I’m like, «That's Game right there»
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| And we all walked up to his car and I handed him my CD
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| And on my daughter, he had a Glock on his, on his hip
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| I mean on his lap
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| And that’s what made me like, I ain’t gon' say made me respect Game
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| I respect Game off all the things he done
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| But when we met, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| It was um, I was in the middle of my hood, you know, with all my homies before
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| rap
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| And Game was drivin' through solo with a, with a Glock in his lap
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| You know so
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| No security, just solo?
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| Nah, nah, on the solo (On the solo) |