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Datos de The Game Nombre Verdadero: Jayceon Terrell TaylorNombre Artístico: The GameDonde Nació: California, Estados UnidosFecha de Nacimiento: 29 de septiembre de 1979Edad: 44Nacionalidad: EstadounidenseGénero(s): Hip hopActividad: 2002 - ActualidadInstrumentos: VozOcupación: Rapero, cantante, actorDisquera(s): BWS, Aftermath, Geffen, Interscope, DGCPágina Oficial: www.comptongame.comRedes Sociales:Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube .'
'. ¿Quién es The Game? The Game, cuyo nombre verdadero es The Game, es un cantante, rapero y compositor estadounidense. Nació en Los Ángeles, California, Estados Unidos, el 29 de noviembre de 1979. Es conocido por el éxito de su álbum debut "The Documentary", lanzando bajo la producción de G-Unit. También es conocido por su sólida carrera como actor, además por tener su propia línea de calzado unisex, Hurricane, que se agotó inmediatamente en las principales zapaterías. Significado del nombre El nombre musical de The Game fue tomado debido a una anécdota con su abuela, quien siempre decía
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Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off

Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off

Posted on Brazil and Wilmington
Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton
Cold steel got 'em trembling
Stomp a nigga out (In what?) in my Timberlands
Red dot on your head, nigga
Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, nigga
Your auntie stay around here but you don't
Your cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won't
Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G man
West Side Bompton, my city's been on C-SPAN
My hood's been on CNN, my hood's been on watch
My city's in the middle of Long Beach and Watts
I'm at the Tam's Burgers, eating fries
Now how many niggas done died eating number 5?
Been shot a couple times, but I'm alive
Hub City hustler, I'll show you how to survive, nigga

Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off

Compton boulevard, Wilmington
Rosecrans, Central
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off

Wear Chucks, don't gang bang, I fuck baddies
I'll show you how to stuff 100 P's in turkey baggies
Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis
Riding steel, tell Jesus fall flabby
L's come bro I'm relapsing to the old days
In and out of middle man and the cocaine
Finger on the trigger cause niggas ain't trynna fight
And bitches ain't shit, so niggas ain't trynna wife nothing
Who needs love? Million dollar weed plugs
Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club
Hoes never ease up, D2B
Nigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me!
West Side baby, ain't tripping off nothin'
Going out a winner like Peyton
Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome
Same 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off

Aye man, just tell God come and lift me
Come and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busy
Don't ever get it twisted, just cause we don't wear Dickies
You ain't heard of Mausberg, you know you ain't from the city
Man, I was born in this problem
We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options
Do you know the feeling to have niggas out watching
With your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell Bompton?

Man, I done lost hope
Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we Cross Roads
Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait
We trying to figure why ya'll got mid in the first place
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Know my niggas on the wait
Wait, wait, wait. Know somebody gonna pay
Finna hit Stanford, man I just left the A
We don't recognize your car, you ain't coming in the gate
On West Side Bompton

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Don't get this motherfucker roped off
Compton Boulevard, Wilmington, Rosecrans, Central
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off
Ya'll gon' get this motherfucker roped off

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