G's Game Lyrics - All Day Everyday - South Central Cartel

PRODEJE: 

Playin' like a gangsta, you want to be a G 

I told you gangstas boogie, did you listen to the P? 

I tell you how it's on if you recognize the real 

You ain't the only brother out there fiendin for the kill 

Playin' like a gangsta, you niggas better see 

I represent my Loc and you represent yo' G 

Cause players only prosper as you suckers bite the dust 

And wonder why they died from the millimeter bust 

Now you can be my 'cause, homie, I can be yo' Blood 

But if you true to self, G, I got to show you love 

They wonder if it's Crip but does it matter where I G? 

I'm sick of doin' shows for niggas lookin' mad at me 

I represent the small percent of real niggas 

Never claim the hood even though I pull triggers 

Now get directly at me, I'm not trippin' on the fame 

I'm talkin' to my niggas playin' in this G's game 

Chorus: 

You playin' in the G's game 

And homie, it's hard to maintain 

If you slip in the hood it's never all good 

Cause you can get smoked in the hood 

You playin' in the G's game 

And homie, it's hard to maintain 

If I can be your Loc, then you can be my G 

It's all to the G 

HAVIKK THE RHYME SON: 

Now recognize, open yo' eyes as I hit the switch dippin' 

Sippin' on that St. in the cut reminiscin' 

Cause deep in this game the mentality is devilish 

You want to be a G, but you ain't even ready yet 

Went to high school, dropped out, you couldn't handle it 

Hangin' with them brothers had to knew was straight scandalous 

Got it in yo' mind that you gots to pack the .44 

Quarter on the hood, to stack a end you slang lleyo 

On the run daily, now you're livin' foul 

Mom's cryin' nightly, so she throwin' in the towel 

I used to be a G-sta of em all, but bullets don't have bites 

So it made a brother realize 

I can be a G rockin shows 

Clockin, stackin' ends, droppin' tracks in studio 

Yeah, but jealousy plays the part cause these fools want to maddog, loc 

When I'm dippin' on 'em hundred spokes 

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PRODEJE: 

Now back up in the days 

They used to settle beef just from the shoulder 

But now they want the funk and I can smell the fuckin odor 

It's mandatory, brothas gots to pick a strap up 

The gangstas move in town to built the ghetto back up 

And all the bustas sweatin' Prodeje because I'm clockin' 

I used to buck a fool, say "fuck a fool", but now I'm rockin' 

The other dialect to put my G into perspective 

And all that's bound to scare should come to get their ass collected 

HAVIKK THE RHYME SON: 

And now you on the run, you caught a case 

You want to get your stripes, so you shot a Baby Loc in his face 

Now face the fact retaliation, is a must, G 

And if you slip, yo' enemies are gonna bust, G 

And if you make it home, you're lucky 

Cause ghetto warfare is leavin' niggas' minds twisted like Chuckie 

Rhyme Son say it's crucial, black G'z need to wake up then 

And recognize the fuckin' games that you play with me 

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