01 Juillet: fratrie

Electro-convulsive therapy, part oneGo ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head, do the Crip with me
Go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head, do the Stank with me
Go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head, do the Wop with me
Go ‘head, go ‘head, go ‘head GameFirst things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This indo, produced by Timbo
Game over, nah the N.W.A. chain choker
Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rover
Chain smokin, purple haze
This ain’t another one of those, this the rebirth of Dre
The rebirth of L.A., the rebirth of hip-hop
Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop
Hold up, Timb stop – I said
This another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop
G-G-G-G-G – young homie got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavo Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I’m a schitzo, 3-wheelin the six-fo’
50 cent know I’m Compton most wanted when I’m ridin with TimboGirl if you got a big back lemme bend that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)
I’ll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)I ain’t got the West on my shoulder, got the West inn the backseat
Of the Rover, ridin on dubs, nigga I’m West coastin
The next Hova, from the home of the best doja
Makin all that racket, I got the U.S. Open
Stunt on me, I’ll leave you wit’cha chest open
Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the Tec smokin
G-G-G-G-G – I done paid my dues
N.W.A. is back, this is front page news
I got Dre in the back, ridin on 22s
Bitches screamin let me ride, it must be the shoes
Red and black G6’s, red dot on the Glock
I’m goin three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I’m hotGirl if you got a big back lemme bend that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)
I’ll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)My unit is Guerilla
Fuck with my La Familia, I will kill ya
G-G-G-G-G-Unit – I know that boy, not familiar
But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him
(Is Compton in the house?) Without a doubt
I’m the rapper with clout other niggas yap about
You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser
Got em puttin red and blue strings in they G-Units
Get « Groupie Love », tell em to keep movin
If I got a problem with a bitch I let Eve do it
Unless she got on La Perla and I can see through it
I don’t just let her ride, I give her the keys to it
Me and my bitch lay back in the Coupe
I’m movin in the neighborhood, I ain’t
passin through
I woulda been here after Snoop, but I slowed down
To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suitGirl if you got a big back lemme bend that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)
I’ll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)
Lemme put you on the Game (lemme put you on the Game)

The Game – Put you on the game