Bosco Freestyle (Compton)

[Verse: The Game] This that 1994 flow, butter Timbs in my wardrobe Above the rim, black bandana, 9 in my torso The young Snoop Dogg on the mic at the Source Award show The house that Dr. Dre built, I stole from Suge before it foreclosed I guess only the Lord knows, you copy my style Subliminals from non-criminals, I'll shank you in trial Been a while since I gave you niggas bars like this Pulled up with the doors open, showed you cars like this Last time I did, me and 50 was in the same group Me and Eminem was in the same booth Me and Dre was on Cedar Block, takin' pictures by the same coupe Now all y'all niggas do is tell stories about shit that ain't true Fuckin' hoes behind me, eat that pussy 'til your face blue Cat got your tongue, now you're T-Pain sprung And since we talkin' sprung, I had her up and down like NASDAQ You know it's true, BBL scars between the ass crack [Chorus: The Game] I'm in this rag Chevy, my red rag heavy My palms never sweaty, I hold the Draco steady The ghost of Machiavelli and my 16's deadly Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already You shootin' indirectly, I'm aiming at your neck piece I'll run you for your jewels and wear them bitches to the ESPYs Still got them fragments in my chest, them bullets ain't affect me Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already I'm in this rag Chevy, my red rag heavy My palms never sweaty, I hold the Draco steady The ghost of Machiavelli and my 16's deadly Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already You shootin' indirectly, I'm aiming at your neck piece I'll run you for your jewels and wear them bitches to the ESPYs Still got them fragments in my chest, them bullets ain't affect me Compton across the belly, I prove you lost already