The Game – Welcome Home ft. Nipsey Hussle

The Game – Welcome Home ft. Nipsey Hussle (Unofficial Videoclip)

Produced by Bongo
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Album: Born 2 Rap℗ Entertainment One U.S., LP

Lyrics

I wake up every mornin’ on the same shit

I smoke my wood to the roach, like I ain’t rich

Niggas I used to hang with, is still gang, gang with

Lamborghini outside but, nigga, that won’t change shit

Same nigga that gave you classic after classic

Could still chop rock and zip it, plastic after plastic

Why you think Dr. Dre don’t take me on them yachts with ’em?

Whisperin’ to Snoop, “This nigga probably got a Glock with ’em,” facts

Smoke comin’ out the ‘Rari hood

Nigga, I could fuck Nicki if Safaree could

Motivation for all my niggas that’s watchin’

All my niggas from Watts and South Central and Compton

I wish you could of been a fly on the wall in my dope spot

Leanin’ with it tucked in my drawers and I hope not

‘Cause doin’ 25 to life is a roadblock

Welcome to my last album, Nip, time to close shop

Twenty million dollars actin’ broke, nigga (Broke, nigga)

All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga (Work, nigga)

All my niggas came up sellin’ dope, nigga (Dope, nigga)

Why the fuck you think they call us dope niggas?

Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (No hope, nigga)

Why the fuck you think we sellin’ dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas)

This for all my dawgs and my locs’, nigga (Locs’, nigga)

Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga (Ropes, nigga)

Fire to the spoon put you on the moon

Make America Great Again? You a fuckin’ coon

And you niggas wonder why I’m unenthused?

‘Cause hard bottoms trump runnin’ shoes

And the less you know, the longer you live

And the more you know, they tappin’ your crib

My niggas that say they got shot and actually did

Who never thought what happened to Pac would happen to B.I.G?

What happened to L, what happened to Proof, and Jam Jay though?

Hip-hop’ll lean on you, R.I.P. to Fredo

Young niggas stay woke, old niggas stay woke

It’s rainin’ hollow tips, I’m drippin’ in this Gucci raincoat

Security won’t pat me, niggas won’t at me

Same nigga that saved the West with a bald head and some khakis

Watchin’ Kendrick show while Top Dawg dap me

This my last album, muhfucker, I hope you happy

Twenty million dollars actin’ broke, nigga (Broke, nigga)

All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga (Work, nigga)

All my niggas came up sellin’ dope, nigga (Dope, nigga)

Why the fuck you think they call us dope niggas?

Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (No hope, nigga)

Why the fuck you think we sellin’ dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas)

This for all my dawgs and my locs’, nigga (Locs’, nigga)

Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga (Ropes, nigga)

This shit’s over

Say this your last shit, I don’t believe you, Chuck

I remember L.A.X., nigga

Bring that beat back for me though, I gotta say somethin’

Yeah, Chuck, what up?

I was like, ‘Fuck rap music’, I’m gon’ rob me a bank

Starvin’ artists ain’t my style, that shit’ll drive me insane

Gave my mind to these millions and my heart to the game

Probably die up in these streets but I survive through my name

Every nigga ’round me killers and I doubt it’d change

If the police get behind us, we go out with a bang

Early 2000s, Murder Inc. was a shame

We was sayin’ bullets got no names

Nigga we was charismatic on these corners like 2Pac on stage

But, fuck a dream if it’s not gon’ pay

You feel me?

White Sox hat with my Glock on waist

Couldn’t tell me I was not O’Shea

Posted at the Quick ‘N Split, don’t get caught on tape

‘Cause they put them cameras up since they shot Quinn Shay

Chuck, I remember your white Range

Slauson Ave., ran up on you, gave you my mixtape

Now

Twenty million dollars actin’ broke, nigga

All you niggas sleep, stay woke, nigga

All my niggas came up sellin’ dope, nigga

Why the fuck you think they call us dope nigga?

Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga

Why the fuck you think we sellin’ dope, nigga?

This for all my dawgs and my locs’, nigga

Gotta get our neck up out these ropes, nigga

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