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Lyricist: Dr. Dre
Lyrics:
It's motherfuckin' Game time! Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne My city a trap me Been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got murderous tendencies And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, shit I never left Run up in Beats, 'Bitch pass the safe! Compton'
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