The Game – Da Shit

The Game – Da Shit Lyrics

Artist: The Game
Song: Da Shit

Now where’s the shit?
The shit?
The sh#t!
N*gga, whatsup, man?

Come on kill that noise, man, let’s just get the sh#t
Don’t worry, you’ll get the sh#t
You’ll be
Knee deep in sh#t!

I’m a g, you can’t see me
That must be, why you’re talkin’
I’m the sh#t, and you know it
Never stops, there’s no stoppin’

Ridin’ low, blowin’ smoke, oh
As i cruise the streets of compton
I’ll let the whole world know that i can’t be stopped
Even without doc, i’m still from the (streets of compton)

Yeah, n#gg#, i said it, and i’ma stay on top
Like a hoodrat with bomb #ss cot
Run up on ’em like these rap n#gg#s, i ain’t gotta clap n#gg#s
End your career with one line, like that n#gg#

Hit the switch (front and back), make it bounce (let it jump)
Killaforn-i-a is where i’m from
Three-wheelin’ with the #ss out
Smoke chronic ’til i pass out

On the way to my n#gg# daz house
He always got a thick bad b#tch from long beach
She a known freak and she got a long reach
She gon’ touch it, suck it, f#ck it

Never back down, especially when al green in the background
Now, b#tch, hit the weed and turn that #ss ’round
It’s time to bring back chronic and the doggystyle
West coast n#gg#s still holdin’ sh#t down

I’m back on the cover of the source and the xxl
Floatin’ all through the (streets of compton)
I got more b#tches, more plaques
More beef and more straps

That’s what the f#ck i call gangsta rap
I was the aftermath remedy ’til friends turned enemies
Streets kept me laced like blunts dipped in hennessy
One man show, still sell a m#th*rf#ck*r out

With no dre still sell the m#th*rf#ck*r out
’cause everybody here from the (streets of compton)
We got crip n#gg#s, blood n#gg#s, ese’s, asians
Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces

I kept you n#gg#s waitin’, had to take you back to the basics
Switch the impala from gold to chrome daytons
Every time your b#tch hear my voice she masturbatin’
I run through hoes like walter payton, on the daily

I got your main b#tch swallowin’ my babies
I’m the west coast rakim, got you n#gg#s blocked in
Glasshouse parked sideways on the stock rims
New-school, old-school mentality

Translation, fours pumps and twelve batteries
Hydraulics make the world go round, your girl go down
Chronic make your girl slow down
Before she end up like superhead (uh), givin’ super head (uh)

Every n#gg# in the industry done f#cked super head
(shit) and i just might f#ck her too
If i ever catch her slidin’ or ridin’ through the (streets of compton)
Rollin’ down green leaf, smokin’ on that green leaf

With a mack 10 like i was born on queens st
Murder mc’s like i was born in queensbridge
That’s how i show you pawn n#gg#s where the king is
And you don’t wanna play chess on a time clock

I’m in the hall of fame next to snoop behind pac
I got the whole motherf#ckin’ world locked
Everybody wanna know what the f#ck is goin’ on
Am i signed to aftermath, interscope?

What’s up with geffen?
I’ma just say it like this
One day i walked in the motherf#ckin’ house
And all my sh#t was gone
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From the album:
The Documentary / Doctor’s Advocate [Explicit]
Release Year: 2009