The Game – Welcome Home (feat. Nipsey Hussle)

The Game – Welcome Home (feat. Nipsey Hussle)

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Lyrics: [Verse 1: The Game] I wake up every mornin’ on the same shit I smoke my wood to the roach, like I ain’t rich Niggas I used to hang with, is still gang, gang with Lamborghini outside but, nigga, that won’t change shit Same nigga that gave you classic after classic Could still chop rock and zip it, plastic after plastic Why you think Dr. Dre don’t take me on them yachts with ’em? Whisperin’ to Snoop, “This nigga probably got a Glock with ’em,” facts Smoke comin’ out the ‘Rari hood Nigga, I could fuck Nicki if Safaree could Motivation for all my niggas that’s watchin’ All my niggas from Watts and South Central and Compton I wish you could of been a fly on the wall in my dope spot Leanin’ with it tucked in my drawers and I hope not ‘Cause doin’ 25 to life is a roadblock Welcome to my last album, Nip, time to close shop

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle] Twenty million dollars actin’ broke, nigga (Broke, nigga) All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga (Work, nigga) All my niggas came up sellin’ dope, nigga (Dope, nigga) Why the fuck you think they call us dope niggas? Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (No hope, nigga) Why the fuck you think we sellin’ dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas) This for all my dawgs and my locs’, nigga (Locs’, nigga) Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga (Ropes, nigga)

[Verse 2: The Game] Fire to the spoon put you on the moon Make America Great Again? You a fuckin’ coon And you niggas wonder why I’m unenthused? ‘Cause hard bottoms trump runnin’ shoes And the less you know, the longer you live And the more you know, they tappin’ your crib My niggas that say they got shot and actually did Who never thought what happened to Pac would happen to B.I.G? What happened to L, what happened to Proof, and Jam Jay though? Hip-hop’ll lean on you, R.I.P. to Fredo Young niggas stay woke, old niggas stay woke It’s rainin’ hollow tips, I’m drippin’ in this Gucci raincoat Security won’t pat me, niggas won’t at me Same nigga that saved the West with a bald head and some khakis Watchin’ Kendrick show while Top Dawg dap me This my last album, muhfucker, I hope you happy

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle] Twenty million dollars actin’ broke, nigga (Broke, nigga) All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga (Work, nigga) All my niggas came up sellin’ dope, nigga (Dope, nigga) Why the fuck you think they call us dope niggas? Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (No hope, nigga) Why the fuck you think we sellin’ dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas) This for all my dawgs and my locs’, nigga (Locs’, nigga) Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga (Ropes, nigga)

[Interlude: Nipsey Hussle] This shit’s over Say this your last shit, I don’t believe you, Chuck I remember L.A.X., nigga Bring that beat back for me though, I gotta say somethin’ Yeah, Chuck, what up? [Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] I was like, ‘Fuck rap music’, I’m gon’ rob me a bank Starvin’ artists ain’t my style, that shit’ll drive me insane Gave my mind to these millions and my heart to the game Probably die up in these streets but I survive through my name Every nigga ’round me killers and I doubt it’d change If the police get behind us, we go out with a bang Early 2000s, Murder Inc. was a shame We was sayin’ bullets got no names Nigga we was charismatic on these corners like 2Pac on stage But, fuck a dream if it’s not gon’ pay You feel me? White Sox hat with my Glock on waist Couldn’t tell me I was not O’Shea Posted at the Quick ‘N Split, don’t get caught on tape ‘Cause they put them cameras up since they shot Quinn Shay Chuck, I remember your white Range Slauson Ave., ran up on you, gave you my mixtape Now

[Chorus: The Game] Twenty million dollars actin’ broke, nigga All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga All my niggas came up sellin’ dope, nigga Why the fuck you think they call us dope nigga? Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga Why the fuck you think we sellin’ dope, nigga? This for all my dawgs and my locs’, nigga Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga

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