Scheme

[Intro: DJ Drama] Now, if you ask me (Truthfully) Shit's been soft since the West came through and crushed the buildings Oh, well [Verse 1: The Game] It's the impossible, ghetto gospel, flow colossal Out LaBrea Tar Pits with tennis shades on the fossils Get hostile, red Impala hittin' the pothole Three-wheel motion with chronic up in my nostrils I hit a '64 switch with my eyes closed Hit the 110 whenever the four-five close I'm serious, when my bandana bleed It's like a bitch havin' cramps the first day of her period Weak-ass niggas tryna infiltrate the town Dealin' Jeromеy, it's like I'm ridin' with Dogg Pound When I'm in New York, I got thе craziest hoes Niggas in every borough, far as the radius goes When I'm in the A, I'm Mr. Keep-A-Bitch-On-Her-Toes And cop a cold with two chains wrapped in infinite gold But in the city, we want every stitch in your clothes Run your motherfuckin' pockets since you trickin' on hoes [Chorus: The Game] LA, LA, big city of schemes And everything in LA ain't always what it seems You might be fooled if you playin' out of bounds Same rules in every city, stick to 'em in your town You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh) You got your flag on? (Yeah, I got it, blood) You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh) 'Cause these niggas got the city fucked up [Verse 2: O.T. Genasis] Niggas talkin' 'bout the politics Got an NY hat, two N's, I'm from Naughty Crip All my niggas level four, I know they proud of this Real shooter, wide eyes, know I hardly miss Wear a seatbelt, a nigga gon' crash out Got too many points, he probably gon' max out Talkin' 'bout shit that I know he ain't He a shooter in the street, but a bitch in the holding tank Four-man cell, I'm in Denver row See Jugg in my bunk, I'ma let him know I'm a set tripper, big Cripper, ho flipper Olde English 4-0 sipper Cuz, try to play me like a Genesis Sock him in the jaw, let the lil' homies finish him Cuz, I take this bottle to the face Then I'm slidin' everything, put the city on skates [Chorus: The Game] LA, LA, big city of schemes And everything in LA ain't always what it seems You might be fooled if you playin' out of bounds Same rules in every city, stick to 'em in your town You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh) You got your flag on? (Yeah, I got it, blood) You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh) 'Cause these niggas got the city fucked up [Outro] (Gangsta Grizzillz)