The Game – I Just Wanna Be lyrics

Yeah, still mad bout that area, big shout contest
Still mad bout that motherfucker hot side, how your get man?
It's nothing here to bust, it's nothing to a chian,
Let's keep it funky, so I'mma smoke and gase the man
I'm straight to fuck up that cpt
I'm stress from that fc
Still broke as a motherfucker, still on the ground
I gotta go

That ain't the right magazine, you read the wrong page
You talk about guns, nigga I just blaze
Fuck the souse, it's time to change
Throw no candy pain, no wide in the rain
I'm a gangster, I die for the change
Is me and my bh, won't worst exchange
I pull up that black thing, if niggas wanna bang
Let ‘em rapper on your head like do you're strange?
Take the bandela, wipe of my Louie flames
They fly to Jamaica, on that G for play
Streets is watching, them niggas wanna murder the game
Cuz I beat niggas like hot pawing in purple rain
Run up on me like the light, pay the curve on brains
Be murder in case like ex hurricanes
Lift joy and pain, nigga pay this love
Now we right and get a new work
This is church for dogs

I got a feeling
Bitch, niggas wanna blast me because I'm living flashy
Haters pray on my down fall, run up and I'mma punch ya
I got a feeling
Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their bitches love me
I got a feeling
You rather see death in jail
I keep guns and chatters for bail

I'm in the streets for real
You climb shout and just rap
Ya make love longs, nigga I bust that
Fuck chinning, get chancy and jim
I'm gangster leaning in that banz on the big chrome rings
I'm a young thug, and I ride from my block
Like end up all the way I'm hallin'
Fuck the cops, I pull out that cage pompin' for a nigga that want all
Like going the mangly the mugging, you get toast in the truck
I cook tease and make hard cruff for cane
Never been the type of run, I pull the trigger and scream
And haters wanna kill baller cuz that nigga's the man
I'mma boos, in order Calley bay talk to
Catching and attempted the murder cage
Build on next day light lure
Then above the provide jacket landed W key, key
We young black gansters man
Wiping cheese nigga

I got a feeling
Bitch, niggas wanna blast me because I'm living flashy
Haters pray on my down fall, run up and I'mma punch ya
I got a feeling
Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their bitches love me
I got a feeling
You rather see death in jail
I keep guns and chatters for bail

Fanes wanna drag down every key lower shit
Trick niggas wanna chase every hoer I hit
My life style is just like a Pachinko flag
Fuck cheados, I try to stag casino chips
And ain't nigga out there, hotter's the kid
I coped back the glag in a few shots, do you read?
I push hot these and still coped East tape
Streets to Miami the hot clip clop
Gonna shop and sprees according A to Banini
23 mj-s on them Lamborghini
Bean on my flows comes in
Dog come in, I wide get chose and them whores come in
Dog I flip cash like a?
You ain't wanna see this young nigga blast the math
You ain't wanna see this young nigga flash the stocks
I got big money bags, might satisfy

I got a feeling
Bitch, niggas wanna blast me because I'm living flashy
Haters pray on my down fall, run up and I'mma punch ya
I got a feeling
Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their bitches love me
I got a feeling
You rather see death in jail
I keep guns and chatters for bail
I got a feeling