Artist: The Game f/ Sonyae
Album:  The Documentary 2.5
Song:   80s and Cocaine
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Sonyae]
Bullets comin through the windows, and the walls
That's on the set, all my niggaz on call
Don't pray for me, pray for them niggaz
+Menace to Society+, I'm like Lorenz nigga
I want the rims nigga, and your gold chain
Don't blame me, blame '80s and cocaine
I want them rims nigga, and your gold chain
Don't blame me, blame '80s and cocaine

[The Game]
Aiyyo I wake up, put on "Chronic" like bitches make-up
Kush like Nicki and Meek, it's hard to break up
.38 tucked, take a piss and eat my breakfast
Six bitches at my kitchen table ass nekkid
I got more bitches than Hugh Hef', nigga I'm reckless
Iced out Playboy pendant, hangin from my necklace
Used to take a brick, chop that bitch up in sections
Pack it in the car like it's Mexican, no flexin
It's that whip work, chop that, sell it out, we cop that
On Wimbleton and Brazil in my Impala with the top back
Where my nigga Top at?
Remember them days before you and Rock brought Watts back?
We was in Stevenson Village in front your crib nigga, leanin like a top hat
Orderin Tommy burgers with, everything, cock back
My Glock fat, Nina Ross, Akon black
Bullets pop up out of nowhere like State Farm, BLAT!