[Game]
n***as put my face on the milk carton, take the sh** off
Cause I've been home with the kids instead of breaking sh** off
I'm asthmatic, aftermath-matic, Dre want me in the booth
The room better be padded cause I'm Loko
Psychotic, six hundred wide body
Lost a couple mill last year, but why cry about it
Westside got a n***a back so I throw my dubs up
Never leave without my strap, it's like that
Got palm tree's, we comin' through on three's
The A-F-T-E-R-M-A-T-H n***a we got a army
Aftermath general, one love to fifty
Ain't seen him in a minute though, used to be my n***a yo
Money changed n***as, but we the same n***as
Add fuel to the fire, that makes the flame bigger
But sometimes ego's clash with desert eagles
And I stayed loyal to the city where the weed grow (compton)
(inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)