The Game - Alameda lyrics

Alameda, Alameda Alameda, Alameda Alameda, Alameda Alameda, Alameda n***a pause when you see us Fat red laces in them Grant Hill Filas Young misfits, born underachievers Mama couldn't feed us, white sheets when you leave us We be f**ing with hood rats, gang bang divas One braiding hair, one lacing my Adidas Looking at them train tracks, n***as scared to cross 'em Them same f**ing train tracks run all the way to Slauson Running from the T-Flats, tryna keep 'em off us Look over my shoulder, pray to God that I lost 'em Bust ninas and toss 'em, screaming out what what Westside Compton, n***a we don't give a f** f** n***a preach, dead in the coffin Let the preacher praise, paramedics bring us off n***a rest in peace, blowing reefer Cedar Block Bompton Piru, that's on my see through YG blowing speakers, riding down Alameda, Alameda Alameda, Alameda Alameda, Alameda Alameda, Alameda Cedar Block Bompton Piru, that's on my see through YG blowing speakers, riding down Alameda, Alameda Alameda, Alameda Alameda, Alameda Alameda, Alameda