The Game - Crenshaw lyrics

[Intro: Anderson .Paak] + (Sonyae) Hah sh** yeah, say, what you hittin man? You motherf**ers ain't goin nowhere man Hey you know I was tryin to do my thing man (ahhhh) Ah sh** yeah ('6-4 Impala) Go 'head, we ain't tryin to hurt nobody man we just NO! (yeahhh) You might just catch us dippin though sh** yeah, say, yo where you goin man? Ohh, hey, MY GOD! Uh, uh, SAY! [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] + (Sonyae) You can me catch rollin down Crenshaw (Crenshaw) Is that a motherf**in Impala? (b**h yeah) Magazine on my lap, I'm rollin indo (indo?) Gang signs, watch us throw 'em out the window Gang signs, watch us throw 'em out the window Gang signs, watch us throw 'em out the window Gang signs, watch us throw 'em out the window Gang signs, watch us throw 'em out the window Gang signs [The Game] Parked at the light, give a f** about a b**h n***a Only n***a worth six figures that still click triggers On my way to LAX, f** the freeway Ridin through South Central in the 'Wood like I should But I'm a Compton n***a, Westside monster n***a You should know by now, I f** with all kinds of n***az Call Big U and we gon' see 'bout that vagina in you You don't bang huh? Yeah, that's that out-of-towner in you My n***az eat late night, Mel's Diner menu You a shooter? Better have that North Carolina in you I had wolves in all kind of venues Dub's show I let the snub show, shall I continue? f**in n***az up, like it's '05 Like Dre just listened to my whole demo and co-signed Talkin out your neck gets you buried in no time I heard you n***az lookin for me, Blood [Chorus] [The Game] Nip be where the Crips be, Skeme be where the Bloods be n***a I'm with the sh**, give a f** if n***az Cuz me Say the wrong things wrong time, get a Blood beef Same color rag, still layin where the subs be {*commotion*} Naw, f** that n***a I'll have a prostitute open the trunk and cut that n***a I'll have a couple crooked cops, come and touch that n***a Then get a bully in the pen to come and fu*k that n***a Life is crazy, huh, yeah my life is crazy Don't let Calabasas fool you, I'll k** you baby Bury you in my back yard, sh** I'm sittin on five acres You wanna go to war? I got the paper n***a wanna fade? I got the taper n***a wanna shoot? I got the laser Any b**h that wanna f**, I gotta take it And I don't put no tints on my whip One strap, full clip, n***a [Chorus]