The Game - Won't Ever Stop lyrics

I won't stop. No matter what they say And I'm still f**ing with Dr. Dre It's Aftermath, so n***a stay the f** out my way I'm telling you, blood I won't stop. No matter what they say And I'm still f**ing with Dr. Dre It's Aftermath, so n***a stay the f** out my way I'm telling you, cuz Man, look at the wheels, the motherf**ing wheels Black low and half blood, you n***as know the deal f** lamborghini doors, n***a I ride stock And f** you lil rap n***as, homie I buy Pac Dre told me long time ago,"Joy is pain You sell 5 million records, some sh** gon' change." He was right, I traded the coupe and bought me a range No ice to black diamonds in my Aftermath chain You know I'm gonna ride and ain't sh** changed But the right to claim both sides (East Side, West Side!) Ask these, n***as know me down in Bed Stuy Blowing sticky with them Crooklyn kids Hit switches on the Brooklyn Bridge, speakers bangin' "I'm going going," B.I.G. took you there And Game recognize Game, don't play me homie Or think cause I'm a millionaire, I won't spray you homie You know It only been 12 months, I done lost a few friends Had my baby mama bust the windows out of my Benz Hip hop police on me every city I'm in Well, hell, me and Dre, we dipping again 3 wheel motion, chrome spokes on the rims Run up on us watch that 38 revolver spin I'm rich Game b**h, I made a few mill' Now the '64 Impala got a Paul Wall grill They say I moved out the hood I ain't keeping it real So I took the projects Put 'em on top of the hill I'm hungry, still rap like I ain't got no deal You can pop that Cristal, but n***a I pop steel I'm going diamond, I put that on my first born child I'm almost there, I ran 99 miles b**hes, they used to diss me, they feeling me now They say I rap like the ol' Snoop On Doggystyle. Ha ha! This could be the day you get rich or This could be the day you try This could be the day you walk away or This could be the day you die Yeah motherf**er, you hear my sh** in the club When you do, 9 out of 10 times, I'm in the club Stop f**ing with Cristal, I can't pay that price I take twenty 40 ounces and a bucket of ice Pour it on my n***as, now they flooded with ice n***as hate me to my d**h, cause I'm loving my life I can walk through any hood, I paid that cost I ain't felt this good since I got shot in the heart 25 years old, put the tail on the Porsche 25 covers from Double XL to The Source Dr. Dre chose me, to carry the torch I spit, cause the D.O.C. lost his voice