Put You On The Game Lyrics - The Documentary - Game

Electro-compulsive Therapy 

Part one 

Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head 

Do the crip with me, oh 

Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head 

Do the snake with me, oh 

Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head 

Do the walk with me 

Go 'head, go 'head 

Go ahead, Game 

First things first, Aftermath, The Chronic is back 

This is indo, produced by Timbo 

Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain choker 

Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rover 

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Chain smokin', purple haze 

This ain't another one of those, this the rebirth for Dre 

The rebirth for L.A., the rebirth for hip-hop 

Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop' 

Hold up, Timb stop 

I said, this is another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop' 

G G G G G, young homey got shit locked 

Public Enemy No.1, Flavor Flav with a wrist watch 

All black G-Units, all black Impala 

I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin' the six-fo' 

50 Cent know 

I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm ridin' with Timbo 

Girl, if you got a big back let me pin that 

Show me where your friends at, we can flip that 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game 

Photos 

I'll show you where The Bloods at, where The Crips at 

Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game [Incomprehensible] 

I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West in the backseat 

Of the Rover, ridin' on dubs, nigga I'm West Coastin' 

The next Hova from the home of the best doja 

Makin' all that racket, I got the U.S. Open 

Stunt on me, I'll leave you wit'cha chest open 

Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the tec smokin' 

G G G G G, I done paid my dues 

N.W.A. is back, this is front page news 

I got Dre in the back, ridin' on 22's 

Bitches screamin', "Let me ride, it must be the shoes" 

Red and black G6's, red dot on the glock 

I'm goin' three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot 

Girl, if you got a big back let me pin that 

Show me where your friends at, we can flip that 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game 

I'll show you where The Bloods at, where The Crips at 

Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game [Incomprehensible] 

My Unit is Gorilla, fuck with my la familia, I will kill ya 

G G G G G Unit, I know that boy not familiar 

But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him 

Is Compton in the house? 

Without a doubt 

I'm the rapper with clout other niggaz yap about 

You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser 

Got 'em puttin' red and blue strings in they G-Units 

Get "Groupie Love," tell 'em to keep movin' 

If I got a problem with a bitch, I let Eve to do it 

Unless she got on LePearla and I can see through it 

I don't just let her ride, I give her the keys to it 

Me and my bitch lay back in the Coupe 

I'm movin' in the neighborhood, I ain't passin' through 

I woulda been here after Snoop but I slowed down 

To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suit 

Girl, if you got a big back let me pin that 

Show me where your friends at, we can flip that 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game 

I'll show you where The Bloods at, where The Crips at 

Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game 

Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game [Incomprehensible]