[Chorus: The Game]
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
[Verse 1: Eastwood]
(West Coast stand up)
Yeah, yo, yo, size 12 Converse through the back door
And the Dodger hat to me is what the Yankee is to Fat Joe
Brim low, khaki's stayed creased up
And it's been that way since Beat Street (What)
Hood niggas need Ben Wallace to block shots
But young East the beast will make the .45 pop lock
Do the stake on him
I'll blow out his candle and spill the whole birthday cake on him
Ain't nothing fake, homie
This is classical music and I'm the Los Angeles Beethoven
And the wait's over
M.O.B gon' bang 'cause Game the crack, this ain't over
[Chorus: The Game]
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
[Verse 2: Techniec]
Sitting in a holding tank, no shoestrings or belt
Hit up The Game, mayne, I need y'all help
Out on bail, soon as my Chucks hit the pavement
Touch my bucks, leave the whole world in amazement
Corduroys creazed up, name on the back left
Throwing up the DC since niggas wanna act deaf
Banging nothing but the .38 untill he back fresh
Dieing for nothing, living for everything on the black tef'
And its a mess when the .44 hits y'all brain
Send the lil' homie, get y'all chain
M.O.B, yeah, fuck the clique y'all claim
From N.Y.C. to CPT, this L.B.C
[Chorus: The Game]
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
[Verse 3: Techniec & Eastwood]
Blood in Blood out, tell the Crips to stay Loc'n
And niggas doing time in the pen, remain focused
The West Coast was sleep 'til Game woke us
It's a Hard Knock Life, yeah, word to Jay Hova
The flow is straight yola, fuck your payola
This Hennessy making it hard to stay sober
Went from gray skies to pushing a gray Rover
He's pushing up flowers if the .38 fold him
Like it or not, I might pop back at the cops
As long as I make it home before the album drops
Yeah, and it's the gunning man, Mr. 500 Grand
And I don't wanna talk what we did at Summerjam, damn
[Verse 4: The Game]
Chi Town, this how we get down
A.T.L. M.I.A, I love New York but I rock my..
[Chorus: The Game]
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
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