The Game - Remedy (Album Version (Explicit))

[00:00.04] As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low [00:02.80] Hittin' corners so hard you can taste my rims [00:05.54] Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side [00:08.62] Smokin chronic just Let Me Ride [00:10.67] You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin' motherfucker [00:14.01] Throw it up for the king of L.A. [00:15.83] I'm known for makin' bitches take they clothes off [00:18.22] Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft [00:21.33] I'm hard as a motherfuckin' ounce of raw [00:23.61] Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball [00:26.44] Fuck the law! Feedin my son is a must [00:28.98] Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust [00:32.00] Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20, G answer [00:35.28] Cocaine been around for centuries [00:37.48] Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the Public Enemy [00:40.05] Ridin' the bass drum, Just Blaze got the Remedy [00:47.54] I got the remedy [00:52.29] Aftermath got the remedy [00:58.44] Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up) [01:01.31] 'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked [01:03.39] I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me [01:05.86] I'm from the City of Angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy [01:09.12] And starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked [01:11.92] (Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black [01:14.64] 'Cause walkin' in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin' [01:17.08] Is like Giuliani tryin' to get rid of the gangbangers [01:19.75] Now that 'Pac passed, tryin' to put us on Death Row [01:22.98] Get ready for the Aftermath [01:24.84] I run through the city like Godzilla [01:27.34] Doin' mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killer [01:30.49] Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy [01:32.99] There go another victim of a one-eight-seven [01:35.55] Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand [01:38.04] Even the toughest niggaz run when my gun go blam [01:41.21] So kick back and watch the bitches dance [01:43.33] N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherfuckin' hands [01:51.26] I got the remedy [01:56.06] Aftermath got the remedy [02:01.16] Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up) [02:05.81] 'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked [02:07.46] I'm back by popular demand and so [02:10.11] All black interior on the cherry red six-fo' [02:12.89] Niggaz endin they careers tryin' to shut me up [02:15.66] Actin' like I traded in my khakis for a button up [02:18.28] The West Coast still dippin' [02:20.77] Game still Bloodin', and Snoop still Crippin' [02:23.72] So what you sayin' loc? Red and blue bandana [02:26.32] Tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke [02:28.87] They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke [02:31.66] Shit got my head spinnin' like the hundred spokes [02:34.24] Three wheelin' through the neighborhood [02:36.06] System on blast, as the motherfuckin' one-time pass [02:39.42] The key to drivebys is aim steady [02:41.76] Turn that Bape hoody into motherfuckin' confetti [02:45.18] When you cross that enemy line [02:46.96] Close your eyes, parental discretion is advised [02:51.25]