The Game - Da sh** lyrics

[Intro:] Now where's the sh**? The sh**? The sh**! N*gga whatsup man? Come on k** that noise man, let's just get the sh**, Don't worry, you'll get the sh**, You'll be, Knee deep in sh**! [Chorus: (The Game)] I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth b**h) I'm the sh**, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, gla** house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z) [Verse 1:] I let the whole world know that I can't be stopped, Even without Doc I'm still from the (Streets of Compton), Yeah ***** I said it, and I'ma stay on top, Like a hoodrat with bomb a** co*k, Run up in 'em like these rap *****z, I ain't gotta clap *****z, End your career with one line like that *****z, Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce, Let it jump, k**a-for-ni-a is where I'm from, 3 wheelin' with the a** out, smoke chronic 'til I pa** out, All the way to my ***** Daz house, He always gotta big bad b**h from Long Beach, She a known freak and she gotta long reach, She gon' touch it, s** it, f** it, never back down, 'specially when Al Green in the background, Now b**h hit the weed and turn that a** round, It's time to bring back Chronic into Doggystyle, Westcoast *****z still holdin' sh** down, [Chorus: (The Game)] I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth b**h) I'm the sh**, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, gla** house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z) [Verse 2:] I'm back on the cover of the Source and the XXL, Floatin' all through the (Streets of Compton), I got more b**hes, more plaques, more beef, and more straps, That's what the f** I call "Gangsta rap", I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turn enemies, Streets kept me laced like bloods dipped in hennesse, You *****z act like the Game can't roll 'em out, One man show still sell a motherf**er out, We know Dre still sell a motherf**er out, 'cus everybody here from the (Streets of Compton), We got crip *****z, blood *****z, a**ays, asians, Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces, I kept you *****z waiting had to take you back to the basics, Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Daitons, Everytime your b**h hear my voice she masturbating, I run though hoes like Walter Payton on the daily, I got your main b**h swallowing my babies, [Chorus: (The Game)] I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth b**h) I'm the sh**, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, gla** house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z) I'm the Westcoast Rakim, got you *****z blocked in, Gla** house parked sideways on the stock rims, New school, old school mentality, Translation - Four pumps and twelve batteries, Hydraulics make the world go round, Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down, For she end up like superhead, giving superhead, Every ***** in the industry now f** superhead, And I might just f** her too, If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the (Streets of Compton), Rolling down Green Leaf smoking on that green leaf, With a Mac 10 like I was born on Queen's Street, Murder MCs like I was born in Queen's Bridge, That how I show you palm *****z where the King is, And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock, I'm in the Hall Of Fame next to Snoop, behind 'Pac, I got the whole motherf**ing world locked, [Chorus: (The Game)] I'm a G, you can't see me, That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth b**h) I'm the sh**, and you know, It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z) Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh, As I cruise, streets of Compton (Roll out the six fo, six trey, gla** house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z) [Outro:] Everybody wanna know what the f** is going on, Am I signed to Aftermath? Interscope? What's up with Geffen? I'ma just say it like this: One day I walked in the motherf**in' house, And all my sh** was gone.