Bills Is Paid

[Intro: DJ Skee]

Unfortunately all great things must come to an end

It looks like that time is upon us

Broadcastin' live from the Skee Lodge in Hollywood, Californ-I-A

Inside the great California Republic

I'm the world-famous DJ Skee signin' out with my brother, The Game

And before we do that, we still got a couple treats for y'all

We need to bring it back to the West Coast

Shout to my brother, Nipsey Hussle

Uncle Snoop, what up?

Anyways, 'til we meet again

See y'all on Skee TV

Money Gang, we out

DJ Skee

[Chorus: Sam Hook]

My bills are paid

And everything's okay

It's like every day

Summertime in L.A

[Verse 1: The Game]

Yeah, I'm from Compton, home of the fiends

Home of the monsters, home of triple beams

Home of the shattered fuckin' dreams

Where most niggas I grew up with ain't make it to see they teens

Ain't no Freddy, ain't no Jason, but niggas too scared to dream

And they rippin' pages out of them books 'bout Dr. King

You don't wanna know half the shit I seen

Where readin' a magazine get you hit with a magazine

Niggas ain't scared to murder 'cause the jails too packed

Kill a nigga, he be out before the R.I.P. tat

I seen Raider snapbacks by Starter

Then I seen Dre make that Sox hat harder

Then I seen Makaveli go at Shawn Carter

Then I seen that block where B.I.G. got slaughtered

Then I knew it was my callin'

G the fuck up or die ballin'

Lace them red Chucks up, but die fallin'

[Chorus: Sam Hook]

My bills are paid

And everything's okay

It's like every day

Summertime in L.A

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]

Yuh, let's go

I'm risin' in this game and it feels great

Still tryna keep it real, niggas still fake

I'm so impatient, but I still wait

Dropped The Marathon in November, niggas still late

Still show love when I feel hate

On a scale of one to ten, need a high heel eight

Or better, blowin' this cheddar like I'm Bill Gates

Whatever, I'm in to win 'til this movie ends

Smokin' California, eatin' Peruvian

Out on Miami Beach, my niggas, a few of them

Dressed like Beverly Hills, the benches we usually wear

From wishin' on a star, nigga took it far

And if I lost it all to war, I wouldn't trip at all

Look, It sound crazy when I say it

But the fear of fallin' off is the only thing that could take it

I'm straight

[Chorus: Sam Hook]

My bills are paid

And everything's okay

It's like every day

Summertime in L.A

[Verse 3: The Game]

I got my hoodie on, it's a Starter

I'ma rock this motherfucker for Trayvon Martin

I'ma rock this motherfucker for Trayvon's daughter

That he coulda had, where's his killer at? The whole hood is mad

That ain't the first time, won't be the last

See reflections of my past while I guzzle through this glass

Make me want to run up on you with the muzzle, "Where the cash?"

Retaliation is none, niggas can't afford the gas

Got a mansion in the Hills, Rottweilers by the gates

Red Ghost's in the driveway and ducks by the lake

Spendin' time with my daughter so them ducks gotta wait

Let a nigga call her a duck, he gon' eat a thirty-eight

I'm supposed to be this fuckin' rich

I'm supposed to be this fuckin' great

I'm a menace to society, no Larenz Tate

But me and my niggas straight and

[Chorus: Sam Hook]

My bills are paid

And everything's okay

It's like every day

Summertime in L.A

[Outro: The Game]

DJ Skee