The Game – Home Invasion Lyrics
Artist: The Game
Song: Home Invasion
Once upon a time, it was a n#gg# from Compton
With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience
He got into some nonsense
n#gg# jumped in the car with a strap out
Just got done mixin’ dope in the trap house, black out
Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out
Trigger finger itchy, lookin’ for opps
In the city where these n#gg#s do not
f#ck around when they holdin’ them Glocks
Drop the top while you ride in the drop
In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock’
Cook the dope, take it out of the pot
Rock it up then we back on the block
n#gg#s jaw-jackin’ while the cars passin’
Started jackin’ Dickies, that’s our fashion
Turn the lights off when in lost fashion
n#gg#s in the field, playin’ all Madden
Assassin, we back-to-back in Impalas and Cadillac
Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks
Hangin’ out the back of it
n#gg#s don’t know the half of it
We come through like we cappin’ sh#t
Ski maskin’ sh#t, click-clack and sh#t
All in your mail, open packages
On this Compton sh#t, demonish it
Chronic kicks with confidence, ominous
Obviously, probably be high as f#ck
And that’s why we trippin’, I’ma mind this sh#t
Running over prominent neighborhoods just to bring our mama sh#t
Dominant n#gg#s sh#t, they gon’ wish they left us on the biggest continent
Hood politics, the drama gets sticky, hollow tips, I’m lettin’ off fifty
Out of it ’cause I’m ridin’ round tipsy, promise this is payback for Nipsey
Once upon a time, it was a n#gg# from Compton
Through a rag in his pocket and start callin’ it Bompton
He was nickel and dimin’, it was the sign of the times when—
n#gg# had to take a deep breath
I tried walkin’ straight past him, I see T-Flats and they askin’
I got on my kakis, my rag is hangin’ out the back under my backpack
And all my homies in a casket
That’s why I’m standin’ in the Gap with this ratchet
Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens
So what the f#ck is up? My knuckles up
My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up
I got my hat backwards and the strap back in
I ain’t had a thought if they was buckled up
I’ve been outside since I was jumped in
In my hood, they call that Double Dutch
This Cedar Block where heaters pop
And we catch fades, come get this uppercut
Back home with the lights off and the roaches
Can’t write sh#t, can’t rap, can’t focus
Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa
I’m hopin’ I don’t end up hopeless
Used to play ball, dribble the rock and f#ck roaches
Stack bread whether or not it got molded
IRS circle the block, it’s not over
Ain’t lettin’ n#gg#s get shot without motives
All dead n#gg#s’ blocks we drive over
Never look back or stop for y’all vultures
Drive straight over the top of y’all Focus
Ready or not, we ’bout to take over
We soldiers, hold ’em, not fold ’em, boulders is rollin’ like Otis
Tempted to take the controller out your hand, f#ck my composure
Windows get rolled down, we smokin’, enemies, opps and whoever
Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather
Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain’t waitin’ to ride
We cop your slice of the pie and tell ’em they spacin’ the sky
Once upon a time, it was a n#gg# from Bompton
With a flow like a monster who was movin’ that contraband
Damn, y’all n#gg#s is sick
You bet’ not hold your breath in this b#tch
Pressin’ the issue, new vet, I’ma show you what the sh#t do
New TEC and it’s military issue, see blood so it definitely hit you
Ayy, Blood, what they do with all the tissue?
Pass around at the funeral, it’s unusual
To see his opps standin’ in the background, laugh now
No pat downs, I’m in here with the strap now
Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt, it’s a wrap, n#gg#s ain’t comin’ back
It’s a wrap, you can tell ’em, I said it, n#gg# been dead and we still ain’t dead it
And the whole block live, ten Glock .9s, everybody on they lives, n#gg#
My team vs. your team, they don’t want a sofa, tell ’em take a dive, n#gg#
Black lives matter, don’t they? But n#gg#s kill n#gg#s, won’t they?
Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out next to the lady sellin’ alote
It’s “Gang gang” ’til it’s time to roleplay
He was ballin’ at a n#gg#, OJ
We in and out and we ain’t have to crochet
I’m a small criminal, Annie, are you okay?
I was robbin’ n#gg#s, I was jackin’ for beats
I was baldhead when my khakis creased
Jumpin’ over fences, what the athletes feed?
I was onto Compton, I was packin’ heat
Never met D-Wade yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet
I was in your house, like—
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Release Year: 2022