The Game - Anybody k**a lyrics

[The Game] West Coast, it's all about survival n***a West Coast, California's own Black Wall Street, D.P.G.C You n***as know what it is Compton and Long Beach back together again.. [Daz Dillinger] You know it's, murda-murda, bring the drama for ya mama Got them .223's in the back of the Impala n***as got a problem, n***a this how we could fix it Ten or twenty of my homies goin' all on a mission Lookin' for them n***as to let 'em know that it's on Send a couple n***as to the funeral home Them n***as that you love is back (Like that?) (Chrome gat motherf**er, where it's at?) I'm only f**in' with them real n***as who stay in the street I'm only f**in' with them real n***as who playin' for keep With a street sweeper sweepin' your whole block with a tool I'm old school with it, I don't play by the rules Bundles of cash, two thousand grams, turnin' soft into hard Don't you know we the sh** up on the boulevard? Don't you know that n***as died just for playin' hard? 0-8' chrome shoes, bulletproof car [Chorus] And we don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And we don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) [The Game] It's too much gangsta sh** goin' on in the f**in' world For n***as to be actin' like girls I'm the Gangbang General, never rhyme a subliminal 12-gauge shotty to your body, a f**in' criminal A animal, West Coast beat cannibal Who got the antidote? I'm sick on this gangsta sh** Not Blood or a Crip, I'm a Anybody k**a For reala, half Blood half motherf**in' gorilla Suicidal, my flow is a automatic rifle My rag is a flag, I should hang it from the f**in' Eiffel Tower, MC's I devour, a lyrical time bomb I explode to the next episode Cutla** ridin', butler drivin' Head low cause it's all about motherf**in' survivin' In the city I claim, Westside we bang The Game, and the D.P.G.C. gang [Chorus] And we don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And we don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) [Kurupt] Dogg Pound Gangstas, let it rain motherf**er It ain't really nothin' to explain motherf**er Just the other day I was posted talkin' some numbers Tryin' to get it right, underneath my Chinchilla it was winter And plus I had to conceal the sinja Gotta get it right, full scale pushin' Everything I'm livin' for, I'm more on these bustas I'm sick of sh**, and every n***a pushin' with me sick of sh** Where the paper b**h? Next word I hear from ya I'll I'm domin' ya all Sometimes I feel like hittin' hoes and domin' ya all Ride out with me, come out that drought with me Come scout with me, come find out what it's about with me Motherf**er, "Ya'll Must Have Forgot" like Roy Jones All about the home invasion, gangstas on Vogue's You'll never be able to put the gangstas on hold Motherf**er, keep it G and get the P to roll In and out this n***as sh**, fast in a flash Keep talkin' sh** n***a see how fast on the flash We'll be in that a**, through the pockets, get the cash, me and Daz [Chorus] And we don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And we don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** (Anybody k**a) And don't give a f** where you from (Anybody k**a)