The Game, The Doctor's Advocate
Le rappeur The Game, de son vrai nom Jayceon Taylor, a été arrêté dans la soirée du samedi 20 mai dans la banlieue de Los Angeles, pour possession illégale d'arme dangereuse. Les renseignements concernant cette arrestation n'ont pas encore été révélés, car l'enquête sur cette affaire est encore en cours. Mais, la police a souligné que personne n'était complice avec le rappeur. The Game a été remis en liberté sous caution de 20 000 $, somme à délivrer devant le tribunal dans les 30 jours qui suivent l'incident.
En avril dernier, un mandat d'arrêt avait été émis contre le rappeur à Greensboro, au Nord de la Californie, car il ne s'était pas présenté devant la justice. Il devait être jugé pour mauvaise conduite et résistance suite à son inculpation depuis le mois d'octobre. Il a été aussi poursuivi en justice depuis le mois dernier, en même temps que Snoop Dogg, car un fan avait affirmé qu'il avait été tabassé par les maîtres-chiens du rappeur lors d'un concert.
Travaillant sur la sortie de son deuxième opus " The Doctor's Advocate ", The Game a lancé un procès contre Koch Records en mars.
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Havoc qui crache sur un cd de The Game !!!
Depuis que Mobb Deep sont dans g-unit ils ne respectent plus les autres rappeurs avec qui ils s'entendaient bien avant leur signature. Ils etaient en très bon termes avec The game et maintenant Havoc crache sur son cd
Qui en plus c'est vendus plus que Blood Money !!!
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The Game new son !!!
Lyrics
The Game - Face Of LA
Thought I'd leave you *****s with a little somethin' to play with,
While I finish my fuckin' album,
Everybody wanna know when the fuck MY album comin' out-Wheneva the fuck I drop it-WAY!!
verse 1-
Here to breakdown, before I tell y'all who I be I gotta say "Proof-RIP"-That's for Em/
The 40 Ounce spillin', that's for him, I got the system in the Bentley on blast for him/
I got banannas like plastic Timbs, and my lyrics go over *****s heads like a new ?Air of Brim?/
And I bang like a new air of brim-Translation, a Brim is a Blood, like me 'n Mac 10/
Anybody want the drama, I reach for the Mac 10/
Make ya fitted cap spin 'till it peeled back skin/
Easy baby, you don't want it, belive me baby(yeah) like Jeezy, baby/
LA on my face,the logo from the Dodger Brim, I'm the Face Of LA, you gon' see a lot'a him/
The *****s behind me, you gon' see a lot of them, enough *****s to fill up every room in the Romada Inn/
A & R's at the label, like "Not Again" every time we put a ***** out, Game slaughta them/
Catch ya out in the alley, what you gon' do without ya man?
Feel like I'm Bishop, standin' over Radamans/
Y'all *****s bitches, throwin' rocks then hide ya hands 'till i chew ya ass up like Flinstones vitamins/
I smell pussy somebody lets the cats loose/
I'm the drama king you think I found Papoose/
Who's next to put on the rat suit? I fuck 'em Doggy Style, you can ask Snoop/
While I bump this Mobb Deep in this Cadillac Coupe, ha! ha!, I really like Track Number 2/
So I put a 100 Bars on it, you couldn't make my freestyle whack if you went and put Cheko Debarge on it/
I'm so hard homie, I swear to god homie, 50 Cent has still bet his fuckin' black card on me/
Be cool, cuzz when the heat's drew, them hollow tips'll fuck up ya stomache, like sea food/
My *****s hungry-When they look at you, they see food/
Give it up, or I see you, in the ICU with a bed, and some IV's too/
Nurse be teachin' yo ass how to chew/
Fuck this rap shit *****, I got a shoe-Next color on the shelf is North Carolina Blue/
I'm gettin' married, she from North Carolina too/
But you won't catch me in that North Carolina blue/
If you see me in Raleigh, just slidin' through, throw ya rags in the air like North Carolinian's do/
Before you run up, think about what you tryin'a do, cuzz the 12 Gauge eat *****s up like Piruahnna food/
On my son I push ya head backwords cuzz I neva eva eva be the next dead rapper/
I'd rather be alive pushin' some 2008 shit, cuzz you gotta be dead in a box to be somebody's favorite/
I ain't sayin' I'm 'bout to go where Mace went, but you won't find me upside down on the pavement/
I'm behind the desk, on some J shit, some *****s don't want me to shine-Can you say Snitch?
BlackWallstreet *****s hop out 'n spray shit, AK spit, get that Maybach a facelift/
Now back to the basics, my flow is so amazing if this was '88 and I could rap I lay you out like A-6/
Wear you out like them ugly ass babe shits/
Funny ass jackets got the hood on some gay shits/
Them look like Nike's with stars on 'em, face it the whole world blind, everybody on that race shit/
Roll a blunt 'n get higha than a spaceship, touch the sky, ***** i'm on that Kanye shit/
Back in the day, I used to bump Jazzo?, run up on you take ya money and ya skateboard, I was an asshole/
Now I blast 4, leave him on his grass swole, kickin' 'n pushin' like New Bay Fiasco/
I got a jab like Flo, even Zab know, try to play the Game get punched out like blast joe/
Hip Hop cops on my dick, hit the Ave slow/
Mad cuzz I get love in New York, like Damashio/
Brooklyn *****s say my flow nuts like Pastaschio/
See me in the 6'4 and wonder why the ass is low/
I got them bricks in it, that real Yayo, that Tony Montana drop the shit off to Pedro/
I buy guns by the tons, but find Osama when I say so/
I got *****s flyin' in from San Deigo, that'a smoke ya town 'n turn it into Waco/
Come through, give ya whole hood a makeover, sit on ya block in a bulletproof RangeRova/
Make you Fade To Black, and I ain't Hova-Think about that next time you say the game ova/
outro-
You know I usually talk a lotta shit at the end of my freestyles, but ain't nobody else to beef with-I won.