The Game - Up On The Wall lyrics

[The Game] Old p**y-a** mark, b**h-a** buster Think you from L.A. cause you listen to some Mustard This is Battlecat, my n***a Kurupt had the battle raps We go back like fo' flats on the Cadillac n***a you ain't never been to a hood day You don't know Ice Cube, today +Was a Good Day+ You ain't never been dropped off in the jungles Teared Khakis, red bandanna wrapped around your knuckles Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw Stopped at the Wienerschnitzel, got socked in the jaw by some 60s - I bombed back The n***a pulled out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked and he missed me Now I'm back to Bompton Before I hit the hood a n***a gotta stop in the Swanson Pick up a sack, had fifty for an eighth And I only had fifty, made it last all day Smokin with the homies, my n***a G Weed from 'nellas My n***a Hooter from Athens Park stay brackin Fo' line, deuce line, Bray still active And the Cedars ain't givin no pa**es while we askin [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] How you gon' bang if you really ain't from L.A.? We spray your gang up on the wall ... Tell me And how you gon' flag if you really don't know the dance I see you really don't bang at all ... Mark-a** [The Game] Murder was the case that they gave Game Cops on the colors cause they know a n***a gang bang Red bandanna 'round the rear-view "Where you say you from, Blood? n***az can't hear you" Flag on the left side claimin you a Blood Blue rag on the right side callin n***az Cuz 'Bout to get your mark-a** chalked out on the West This for all my n***az in the pen beatin on they chest like I said I need some p**y on my motherf**in wall And I ain't got my commissary yet I said the next motherf**er try to steal a cigarette He gon' get a f**in pencil to the neck [YG] + (Game) That's on the set, ooh, I'm a Tree Top rep All the homies know is shoot choppers, handguns and Tecs Not unless my n***az really get it poppin Tree Top n***az like the Hoovers in Bompton Big Buddah, Syke O, Slim 4, Lil Rack{?} Q-Ball, Lil' Wolf, TK, Big Back YZ, 40 Duty, need three, two strap Quisha and Miss Lisa house where we at It's the gang bang capital, two T's capitals The enemies know the business, this sh** is factual Bompton's most hated, f** it, shoot out and fade it So my momma stay awake cause her son be gang bangin You don't know about the put-ons and DP's Hangin out on the block comin through to squeeze Some outta town n***az disrespectin I see why Suge Knight and Big U was arrested (Can't forget about the Mexicans) And I f** with the Villains and the Swans, on God [The Game] On God, I got n***az from Denver Lane that'll ride I got ess that'll k** you at your job I got some Lueders by the Wienerschnitzel Hangin out with the pistols, makin sure sh** official Big Hoose and Day both got stripes, both locked up for life So if I ever hit the pen I got a squad Hell yeah I'm on that gangsta sh** n***a run up, knock out, he gon' think he's slick Hub in the dub, n***a don't even trip I get you chased by the Grapes, n***a 300 Crips My n***a Magic from Avalon, Draws from Neighborhood Get your a** dope fiend slippin in Hollywood Hop from 6-0, Girch from Santana Rock from Nutty Blocc, we tied our bandannas And for my little n***a Frog I gotta stay active Blood in, Blood out, what's brackin? [Interlude: Game] R.I.P O.G. T.C. Shoutout to my big homie Bone from Athens Ridin down Bentral 'bout to bust a right on Piru Street and scoop this n***a Problem up, Blood [Problem] What, green light and yeah it's go time Product out the fo', they can get it off in no time Oh my, did it on my own, no co-sign .45, devil in disguise, free dope trial Westside, ride 'em off Third Avenue Go at us, have your shirt wet as Lake Havasu Pop pop diggity drop drop, hopped in a hotbox Smashed off, stashed the Glock, drop it off at the chop shop Boy, dollars only thing make sense Fo' to the deuce, rest in peace 4 Bent What! [Chorus]