Текст песни The Game feat. Nipsey Hussle - Bills Is Paid

Bills Is Paid (слова песни):

 Long awaited!! Most anticipated
 We back again; as we welcome you
 To the Republic, of Cali-for-ni-a
 {DJ SKI, The Game, California Republic mixtape}
 {Long awaited, droppin Thursday - BITCH!!}

 My bills are paid
 And everything's okay
 It's like every day
 Summertime in L.A.

[The Game]
 Yeah; I'm from Compton, home of the fiends
 Home of the monsters, home of triple beams
 ...Home of the shattered fuckin dreams
 Where most niggaz I grew up with ain't make it to see they teens
 Ain't no Freddy, ain't no Jason, but niggaz too scared to dream
 And they rippin pages out of them books 'bout Dr. King
 You don't wanna know half the shit I seen
 where readin a magazine get you hit with a magazine
 Niggaz ain't scared to murder cause the jails too packed
 Kill a nigga, he be out before the "R.I.P." tat
 I seen Raider snapbacks by Starter
 Then I seen Dre make that Sox hat harder
 Then I seen Makaveli go at Shawn Carter
 Then I seen that block where B.I.G. got slaughtered
 Then I knew it was my callin, G the fuck up or die ballin
 Lace them red Chucks up, but die fallin


[Nipsey Hussle]
 Yo! Let's go
 I'm risin in this game and it feels great
 Still tryin to keep it real, niggaz still fake
 ...I'm so impatient, but I still wait
 Dropped "The Marathon" in November, niggaz still late
 ...[intentionally long pause]
 ...Still show love when I feel hate
 On a scale of one to ten, need a high heel eight
 Or better, blowing this cheddar like I'm Bill Gates
 Whatever, I'm in to win til this movie ends
 Smoking California, eating Peruvian
 Out on Miami Beach, my niggaz a few of them
 Just like Beverly Hills, the bitches we usually wear
 From wishin on a star, nigga took it far
 And if I lost it all to war, I wouldn't trip at all
 Look; it sound crazy when I say it
 But the fear of fallin off is the only thing that could take it
 We straight


[The Game]
 I got my hoodie on, it's a Starter
 I'ma rock this muh'fucker for Trayvon Martin
 I'ma rock this muh'fucker for Trayvon's daughter
 that he coulda had; where's his killer at? The whole hood is mad
 That ain't the first time, won't be the last
 See reflections of my past, while I guzzle through this glass
 Make me want to run up on you with the muzzle, "Where the cash?"
 Retaliation is none, niggaz can't afford the gas
 Got a mansion in the Hills, Rottweilers by the gates
 Red Ghosts in the driveway and ducks by the lake
 Spending time with my daughter so them ducks gotta wait
 Let a nigga call it a duck, he gon' eat a thirty-eight
 I'm supposed to be this fuckin rich
 I'm supposed to be this fuckin great
 I'm a (Menace II Society), no Larenz Tate
 but me and my niggaz straight and