The Game - I Just Wanna Be lyrics

Yeah, still mad bout that area, big shout contest Still mad bout that motherf**er hot side, how your get man? Its nothing here to bust, its nothing to a chian, Lets keep it funky, so Imma smoke and gase the man Im straight to f** up that CPT Im stress from that FC Still broke as a motherf**er, still on the ground I gotta go That aint the right magazine, you read the wrong page You talk about guns, n***a I just blaze f** the souse, its time to change Throw no candy pain, no wide in the rain Im a gangster, I die for the change Is me and my BH, wont worst exchange I pull up that black thing, if n***as wanna bang Let em rapper on your head like do youre strange? Take the bandela, wipe of my Louie flames They fly to Jamaica, on that G for play Streets is watching, them n***as wanna murder the game Cuz I beat n***as 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, n***a pay this love Now we right and get a new work This is church for dogs I got a feeling b**h, n***as wanna blast me because Im living flashy Haters pray on my down fall, run up and Imma punch ya I got a feeling Jealous s**ers wanna slug me because their b**hes love me I got a feeling You rather see d**h in jail I keep guns and chatters for bail Im in the streets for real You climb shout and just rap Ya make love longs, n***a I bust that f** chinning, get chancy and jim Im gangster leaning in that banz on the big chrome rings Im a young thug, and I ride from my block Like end up all the way Im hallin f** the cops, I pull out that cage pompin for a n***a 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 k** baller cuz that n***as the man Imma 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 n***a I got a feeling b**h, n***as wanna blast me because Im living flashy Haters pray on my down fall, run up and Imma punch ya I got a feeling Jealous s**ers wanna slug me because their b**hes love me I got a feeling You rather see d**h in jail I keep guns and chatters for bail Fanes wanna drag down every key lower sh** Trick n***as wanna chase every hoer I hit My life style is just like a Pachinko flag f** cheados, I try to stag casino chips And aint n***a out there, hotters 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 who*es come in Dog I flip cash like a ? You aint wanna see this young n***a blast the math You aint wanna see this young n***a flash the stocks I got big money bags, might satisfy I got a feeling b**h, n***as wanna blast me because Im living flashy Haters pray on my down fall, run up and Imma punch ya I got a feeling Jealous s**ers wanna slug me because their b**hes love me I got a feeling You rather see d**h in jail I keep guns and chatters for bail I got a feeling