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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Hyna
Hyna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
E Pope
E Pope
Songwriter
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Kristen Ashley Cole
Kristen Ashley Cole
Songwriter
Wayne Ballard
Wayne Ballard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tre Beatz
Tre Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

*laughing*
Buenos dias maricones
Vamonos!
Picture me stuck inside this mind of a loco matador
Bout' to commit suicide behind that project door
La vida loca, mi familia, esta coca
Don't fuck around with no snitch mayates
I got they bitch ass in check with the Cuete en tu cabeza
A Spanish maid better come and clean the fuckin' mess up
Gangsta, it ain't about where you from it's where you wear your gun
(Ya vienen, dispara!)
Let 'em come
See I never told Dre that I was disconnected
(Viva Mexico)
Or get your ribs dissected
Es muy pandillero en mi blanco camaro
Feel these buck shots in your soul with these sparrows
The devil, con permiso, diablo
Inside the Lamborghini of Escobar, Pablo
Get 'em from Durango, send them to Chicago
Them ese's don't fuck with ****, sí I know
Voy a vivir Aqui
Voy a nacer Aqui
Hasta la muerte
Hasta la muerte
Mi amor
Ven aqui mami, pass a **** a Corona
Yo soy El Rey de fuckin' California
(El Juego!)
Tu es muy bonita, te extrano my Señorita
Me es de negro Vicente Fernandez
Mi cuarenta y cinco, I need you to understand this
California ain't No Country for Old Men
Muy grande, sangre, ridin' on chrome rims
Translation, Asanti deuce deuce's
Mirando en la esquina, St. Luces
I'm 'bout to lose it holmes, Espera
Escribo Los Angeles en mi cara
Time to bring back my old Impala
Keep the 40 in the dash for them Eric Estrada's
Tu got pajaros then holla'
'Cause we pitch white balls like (LA Dodgers)
Voy a vivir Aqui
Voy a nacer Aqui
Hasta la muerte
Hasta la muerte
Mi amor
(Estupido, pendejo)
(Idiota, te odio)
(Porque no me quisistes? Idiota)
You know I Love you
I ain't' goin' nowhere
(Pendejo, estupido olvidate de mi)
(Porque no me quisistes?)
That ain't what I said
(Te odio)
(Pendejo, estupido)
Te extrano
(Perro imbécil)
This is my city
I'm to California what New York is to Diddy
And Compton es mi casa
Adios mijos, mi pecho frio
Drug dealer fo' life, take me to da kilos
Muy mota mixed in with the coca
Spanish thang ridin' shotgun, she loca
(Callate la boca)
She's my "El Pollo Loca"
And the day I die she know to bury me en roja
Voy a vivir Aqui
Voy a nacer Aqui
Hasta la muerte
Hasta la muerte
Mi amor
Written by: E Pope, J. Taylor, W. Ballard
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