The Game - 80s And Cocaine lyrics

[Sonyae] Bullets comin through the windows, and the walls That's on the set, all my n***az on call Don't pray for me, pray for them n***az +Menace to Society+, I'm like Lorenz n***a I want the rims n***a, and your gold chain Don't blame me, blame '80s and c**aine I want them rims n***a, and your gold chain Don't blame me, blame '80s and c**aine [The Game] Aiyyo I wake up, put on "Chronic" like b**hes make-up Kush like Nicki and Meek, it's hard to break up .38 tucked, take a piss and eat my breakfast Six b**hes at my kitchen table a** nekkid I got more b**hes than Hugh Hef', n***a I'm reckless Iced out Playboy pendant, hangin from my necklace Used to take a brick, chop that b**h up in sections Pack it in the car like it's Mexican, no flexin It's that whip work, chop that, sell it out, we cop that On Wimbleton and Brazil in my Impala with the top back Where my n***a Top at? Remember them days before you and Rock brought Watts back? We was in Stevenson Village in front your crib n***a, leanin like a top hat Orderin Tommy burgers with, everything, co*k back My Glock fat, Nina Ross, Akon black Bullets pop up out of nowhere like State Farm, BLAT!