The Game quotes

If Dr. King marched today, would Bill Gates march?

I know Obama would but would Hilary take part?

Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley

Like Roc-A-Fella needed Sigel, like I needed my father

But he needed a needle (My life)

Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though

Can't think, so you roll up that indigo

Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'

Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn

But these two AK's ain't nothing to play about

I had a jumper and hoop dreams, but I couldn't wait it out

Rolled weed on my scholarship letters and took the paper route

Crips know where I stay, every other day, had to spray it out

Fuck y'all mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it?

Her bag got two C's on it? My daughter's stroller got D's on it?

If you paying too much attention to my tattoos every single day of your life, then you doing something wrong.

At the end of the day, all the niggas you was buying jewelry, all the niggas that was on the tour bus smacking asses with you, them niggas is not in that cell with you.

When Nipsey braided his hair, he was trying to be AI? When AI braided his, he trying to be Snoop? When Snoop braided his, he Harriet Tubman?

Dre, I ain't mean to turn my back on you

But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do what he gotta do

It's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back

I stay strapped like car seats

Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys

And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood

So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now

Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front

There's a mother out there right now 'bout to have the next LeBron

Searchin' for a pot of gold like a leprechaun

I got too many dead homies, fuck a rap career

I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga Tear

Seem like we was just in Magic City yesterday

If I could bring back my homeboy Charles, he would say

Started off on ground zero, then I start to levitate

Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of 'em

Name your top ten, I'm harder than the most of 'em

Matter fact, shorten your list, nigga, top five

Game, Biggie, Hov, probably Pac, Nas

I love you 'cause you hate me more

Sold five mil' out the gate and numbers do not lie

You mad 'cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break

Well, I'ma fuck her till the springs break

Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P

And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me

I'm from the Compton slums, and that's how the West ride

I'm from the city where two of the best died

The West Coast never fell off—I was 'sleep in Compton