Tento Westcoast rapper se narodil 27. listopadu 1979 v Los Angeleské čtvrti Kabrada jako Jayceon Terell Taylor. Brzy se však přestěhoval do Comptonu("rodišti gangsta rapu"). Jeho přezdívku mu vymyslela jeho babička, protože si prý pořád hrál. Od...
Píseň: Never Can Say GoodBye
- Interpret:
- The Game
- Album:
- The documentary
Picture me rollin' in that bmdub Headed to the club Fresh out the Tyson fight Beamer all rimmed up Shinin' with the big homie five car caravan Ridin' shotgun put that chronic smoke in the air Me against the world is what I told my foes So it's me against the world til I poke them hos Leanin' out the window Flickin' ashes off the indo Throwin' up westside I see one of my kinfolk Put that blunt closer to my mouth cause only she knows I'm feelin' bad about that ***** we stomped out in the casino But **** it, it's deathrow The big homie never told me that my next blow would be my ****in' death blow Tell kadada I'm not ready I ain't even let my momma know I ain't got no kids I'm only twenty four Before I could let the smoke out *****s let twenty go The thirteen that hit the car went through the passenger door [Chorus: Latoya Williams] Never can say goodbye Never can say goodbye to my friends [x4] I love it when they call me big poppa I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa Look I got's ta catch the first thing smokin' the cali And hit one of my *****es in the valley Gotta call my ***** Sean Tell him reserve the don Tell him to get the chron and the teflon I think they trippin' off the homie gettin' shot But God bless his soul, Lord knows it wasn't pop or the mafia Kim tell cease get the ****in' truck We 'bout to hit the Wolersheim district get ****ed up Pop bad bottles son twist up the phillies I'm thinkin' bout tiana these *****s is lookin' silly If this was Brooklyn I would ump the nine milli But **** it we to the truck roll a dutch we outta phillies Hop in the front seat of that dark green suburban Heard another car swervin' Gun shots closed my curtains Biggie [Chorus:] Layin' in this hospital bed with bronchitis I can't talk Walked myself in and all of a sudden I can't walk Iv's in my arm my wife Tomika at my legs Ruthless I mean records we got married on my death bed I can hear Jerry Heller in the hall But I could'nt Cube and Dr. Dre no more at all Through all the bullshit them *****s were my dogs *****s with attitude spray painted on the walls I'm flatlinin' it's bad timin' Straight outta Compton the king of gangsta raps dyin' 'Cause of death the aids virus Conspiracy I guess the government just hates violence They thought my group influenced the L.A. riots Woulda been here to see my kids grow if I stayed quiet Took twelve years for a real ***** to break silence Easy I had to let 'em know You could catch me cruisin' down the street in my sixty four