The Game - State Your Name lyrics

[The Game] (State your name gangsta) The Game (Where you from n***a?) Westcoast (You gon' hold it down?) We always do around this time [The Game] I ain't leaving motherf**er, I'm back You've been away to long, I can't do nothin' bout that The hood askin' me Why I do Bleek a tragedy? Than drive over Brooklyn Bridge with Ca**idy I rode down flushin', in a Rove down flushin' The hood show me love like I was Hova down flushin' Compton's Most, where the Yonkers flow And I got love for Queens and the Bronx fo' sho' Got squares blowing that Cali Drove muahf**er And I off shot like Aly Mo at the rucker Yeah the bird Flipper in Houston with the surve sipper I'm nice around Mikes words in pimpin' Got a mean knuckle game, I learn my dipppin' In '87, when Tommy Hearns was stickin' I hear n***as dissin', why you have to use Jay? Let that man retire Motherf**a its a new day [Lil' Flip] (State your name gangsta) Lil' Flipper (Where you representin'?) Houston all day (You gon' hold it down?) You damn right [Lil' Flip] I take it back to the block, them automaitcs'll pop You try to snatch my watch, yo dumba** gettin' shot I got the block on lock, and when the sh** get hot Ima switch up spots, I'm your boy I'm breakin' bread with my homies, I'm bustin' lead at you phonies I f** your b**h when she lonely That's every other night I flip your wife for the green They call me Hustle Man n***a, my money too big for a rubber man I'm a veteran giving fiends they medicine I'm in Compton with Game bumpin' Let Me In My n***a Will in the pen, he bout to come home Hey tell these n***as I made a million of a ring tones I got a spring home down in Tampa Bay And I was raised out of Scarface and UGK Now its my turn, I want that puff money Matter 'fact that ain't even enough money [Ca**idy] Yeah (State your name gangsta) Ca**idy, n***a (Where you representin'?) Philly, Pennsylvania (You gon' hold it down?) You already know [Ca**idy] The streets wave their head cast, cause they know the industry fear Ca** I got these chicks cryin' like tear gas Used to sell dirt weed, couldn't even put it in clear bags But years pa**ed now my dubs puffy like air bags You might see me out in Houston on Flip Block With a ?? old school drop with the ripped top Forget it I got sh** locked, admit it my sh** hot I'm the bestest n***a since BIG, Pac Out in tha Westcoast with Game, I let the toaster bang ya Cut you more times than the cards in a pocker game Cause most you lames when and saw my battle with Free Now all you wanna battle for free You see if you ain't got millions to bet, or put your deal on the desk You ain't real and I don't feel you a threat So I suggest you get off my dick and go vote or somethin' 'Fore you get the sawed off and tossed out a boat or somethin' (n***a)