Artist: The Game f/ Ab-Soul Album: The Documentary 2 Song: Dollar and a Dream Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: The Game] They say it started in the East where the Apple was But out West we be throwin them apples up They say them Fruit Town niggaz gon' ride tonight They say them Tree Top niggaz gon' ride tonight They say them Grape Street niggaz gon' ride tonight They say them Bounty Hunter niggaz gon' ride tonight They say them 6-0 niggaz gon' ride tonight They say them Cedar Block niggaz gon' ride tonight Them 1-9-0 niggaz gon' ride tonight They say them Denver Lane niggaz gon' ride tonight They say them Campanella niggaz gon' ride tonight Who gon' ride tonight? Who gon' die tonight? Started with a dollar and a DREAM... Started with a dollar and a DREAM... [The Game] We did it for the +West+ muh'fucker like Kanye Niggaz get stretched out on La Cienega Got +Three Thousand Stacks+, I ain't talkin 'bout André I put it on your head, I ain't talkin no toupee See I stayed the same, ain't go weird like Lupe Squeeze on this trigger like ain't no more toothpaste (You ain't gon' do shit~!) Bitch, of course I is You want this money you gon' have to drive the course I did I got that weight foundry, talkin 'bout the Porsche out here You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the courtside is How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho, bag any bitch walkin with a solo swag? You think you ballin in that fo' do' Jag? Nah In Tom Fords with a M.K. bag? Nah Give you a bird's eye view of the streets Nigga welcome to Compton, take you to Carson next week Ab-Soul [Chorus: The Game] Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol (dollar and a dream) On the corner, rag hangin, slangin crystal (dollar and a dreeeeam) You say you gangbangin let me see credentials And when I pull this gun out you know how this go Started with a dollar and a DREAM! (Look at me now, look at me now, that one day) Started with a dollar and a DREAM! (Dreeeeeam, ain't this what I deserve?) [Ab-Soul] Uhh, I was, fathered by the bastards, pardon my mannerisms The Curtis magnet that managed without the metal with him How the hell I did it? I'll let God ad-lib it I put that on Leetwood, I ain't lyin one sentence Bitch I started with a dollar and a dream We went from helpin old ladies with they groceries at Alpha Beta For a couple quarters, to baby hustlin somethin major We had to grow up, sooner or later But, I'm so Del Amo, my momma still stay off Anna Lee Carson across my belly, I'll prove you lost already Roccett my big brother, Bishop left the door crack Game took me on my first tour, now look where we at In the studio gettin paid to reflect on that Documentin true facts Not to mention this "The Documentary 2" too You do the addition in ballerina shoes, enough with the clever raps It's more important than that I put my city on the map nigga Yeah, I really put my city on the map I mean, when the last time you heard Carson on a track nigga? ... Let alone when they callin out stompin grounds on the West I'll wait... Yeah, that's what I thought, I'm the best nigga This the new West nigga, respect that It's Top Dawg, all I'm missin is the red hat But don't question what pocket I had left my handkerchief I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta But let me explain somethin, a paradox if you may I threw on my fresh Supreme Chuck Taylors today And then I got a call from Chuck Taylor, I'm sayin The game ain't changed, we still changin the game Soul [Chorus] [The Game] My first album was a set-up I was the lil' nigga 'Pac was talkin to, when he said "Keep your head up" Cause he knew what I would be facin after his demise Jayceon had to pitch them pies, better life than flippin fries I'm the one the Crips despise, move the yay' or kiss the sky From havin dreams that 50 died, eulogy by Mary Blige Hopped up in that Enterprise, had to stop the genocide Went from underdog to watching Top Dawg and Kendrick rise Now tell me can I testify, pull over, try and rest for five On a block, no tint on the Wraith, leave these kids mesmerized They ask me how I did it, how I got it; say I'm king, you lookin brolic I put them weights down, start practicin lyrical exercise Tell me who the next to die, probably who the next in line They got me battlin ghosts, cause I'm the illest one alive That's word to 'Pac, Pun, Biggie, where I stand is my city If we is 'bout to run a train you couldn't fuck with me Ever since I saved my coast, it's been born again If I ain't shit then who the king of California then? Who could out-rap me? Now think about if the same nigga you 'bout to say can run up and out-strap me Yeah, out-trap me, yeah, out-gat me I mean think about it, exactly Speakin matter-of-factly I'm downplayin that actually Call me Game, I ain't one, still I get paid like an athlete Do the math after the 'Math, Doc two in the bag Lived up to my expectations, Dre took me first in the draft Now who the fuck, want, what? Nobody survives so look alive when them Impalas in the cut [Chorus] [Outro: The Game] Crenshaw Mafia down to ride They say the Inglewood families down to ride I heard the two B's niggaz is down to ride They say them Southside niggaz is down to ride They say them Insane niggaz is down to ride I heard them Lotus Park niggaz is down to ride They say them Denver Lane niggaz is down to ride Who gon' ride tonight? Who gon' die tonight?