Текст песни The Game - Jesus Piece

[Verse 1: Game] Tell ‘em pray for me, It was God that brought Dre to me, Even brought the nigga Kanye for me. Bless. But them niggas shot Big, Made a nigga feel ashamed of the the city where he live, Make a nigga hate the logo on the Dodger cap, Thinkin' back to that Beamer, wish my nigga Pac was strapped, But I'm dreamin' Las Vegas Boulevard, Afeni's son's bullet scars, Everybody king of Diamonds until the feds pull they cards. Not the deck though, Hip hop was better off when it was just Dre, Scarface, and Esco. Memoirs of the gold chain, It's a cold game nigga, Johnny Coltrane. Black Versaces with the gold frame, Nigga said he sold ‘caine, that's a bold claim, Fourteen had a brain that could throw flames, So strange, have to blow they mind, Cobain. [Chorus:] [Game:] Mama, forgive me ‘cause I'm tryna make a livin', huh! Them niggas hatin' ‘cause that Royce Phantom killin', huh! Niggas shinin' like they hangin' from the ceiling, huh! Me and ‘Ye killin'. [Kanye West:] Something like my Jesus piece, huh! [Game:] Lord willin', I see a billion, ‘Til then, I let my nuts hang. [Kanye West:] Something like my Jesus piece, huh! [Game:] Throw them suicide doors up, And let that Holy Ghost swang! [Kanye West:] Something like my Jesus piece, huh! [Verse 2: Game] That's the crack music, nigga, Never spit a verse ‘cause I was makin' trap music, nigga, I'm not an army, I'm a movement, The flow is water, André tried to Ice Cube him. Ice cubin', roof translucent, Chick on my side tryna get my Trues loose, When I'm talkin' ‘bout God, she ‘posed to bow her head, Now she all on the blog, steady postin' ‘bout her head; Got me thinkin' like a father, is the world safe? Got me clingin' to my daughter like shark fins in water, Rocks in my ears sunk the Titanic, This is my life and it's exactly how I planned it, damn it, God says, everythin' happens for a reason, I seen four reasons at “The Four Seasons”, Take that chinchilla off, poor kids is freezin', Cookin' up in the same pot. they ain't got to pee in. [Chorus] [Verse 3: Common] Pieces on gold leashes, Cruisers, around greases make them cohesive. I'm the sun shining with God features, Draw closer to a true blood bleeder, soul of a southern preacher; Went from dinner with bottom feeders to world leaders, We throw the peace up, knowing that the world need us, Eagerness to live life and see the bright lights, To sacrifices we made it's sorta Christ-like; At the after party thinking what the afterlife's like, He paid for my sins, is it really priced right? Fuck it. I see the light, raw Stacy delight, Can't deny my Jesus piece that's so Peter-like. Chicks crow for dough, get low for mo', A combo, she end up at the condo, Another Jane Doe or a golden angel? Pendant on an angel, watch the chain glow. [Chorus]
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