Cellphone The Game (Ft. Quincey White)

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[Verse 1: The Game]
I remember days on Crenshaw
Take a nigga Beamer, hit the hood, take his rims off
Then hit that block, let him hear that Pac
That shit don't stop, su-woo
New coupe, through the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims
New bitch throwin' up Ps, whoo whoop
Compton niggas ain't never gon' be the same
It's in my blood, you see my veins
You see my tats, you feel my pain
You in my hood? You from a gang
You got two seconds to answer where you from
Or you gon' see your brains
Now that you slumped I see your change
Nigga we got canals, shelves
Niggas that tried, niggas that died
Niggas that fell well off in a jail cell
Shit, we got niggas with full clips
That'll dip through your set and disappear like Hell Rell
No bail like the Peace Prize
Get caught up in the middle of the street at the light
You fuckin' bean pie
Middle of your forehead nigga, that's where the beam lie
(You be ok) Cause I done seen God