The City
Game Lyrics
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Tell them muthafuckas I'm forever paid, California king
Wrestle gators in the Everglades, drive up out that muthafuckin swamp
In the Escalade so before you put that Red rag
In your pocket I wanna see your fuckin resume
Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate
Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate
I'mma give em hurricanes until another levee break
You niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight
Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate
When a nigga Wack found me, shit, I was selling weight
Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate
Performing in front of millions, nigga every race
64 in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape
4th album, no 5 mics? Then let 'em hate
But I'm not stopping 'til I'm the fucking king in every state
Recognize my life
Ridicule my fight
Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write
Get familiar with Cartwright
Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops
For the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop
I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me tell 'em
They can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart
Nigga fuck your feelings, this is me
I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died"
Can't you hear my heart beating?
That's the motherfuckin West side, you test me, you test God
I'm his son, it say in Psalms, you come at me
Then I can split you with this Tommy gun, you won't have no time to run
I'm from the Compton slums and that's how the West ride
I'm from the city where two of the best died
Rest in peace to both of 'em, spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
Name your top 10, I'm harder than the most of 'em
Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5
Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas
No particular order, bet a mil that I slaughter
Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered
How dare you niggas pop fly when I'm the nigga
Sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie
Recognize my life
Ridicule my fight
Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write
Get familiar with Cartwright
Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops
For the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop
I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me tell 'em
They can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart
Nigga fuck your feelings, this is me
I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classic
Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package
Came with LAX, since critics said it was average
I was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and
Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope
Spill the red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke
And this is what you all been waiting for
I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door
What the fuck y'all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more
I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84
Shake you like Haiti's floor, walk up on you
Like "what's going on baby boy?" Shots in that Mercedes door
Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or
Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more
But I still owe Jimmy one more album
The best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin
Recognize my life
Ridicule my fight
Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write
Get familiar with Cartwright
Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops
For the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop
I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me tell 'em
They can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart
Nigga fuck your feelings, this is me
Kendrick, and I wear pendant on my shoulder, soldier
Like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled over
Johnny always lock a nigga down
Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao
Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac
In his prime, thug life is now on radar
Til the federal come through and raid ours
Reminiscing when the LA Raiders
Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome
And I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted to
Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die
And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion
Trying, and I mean that shit
Game came through, put the city on his back
I was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit
"Compton!", a nigga gotta scream that shit
Never went commercial, never T.V. screened that shit
Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody sing that shit
"The City" by Game featuring Kendrick Lamar is a hip-hop song that reflects on the experience of growing up in Compton, California. Game opens the song with a bragging verse about his success and drive to succeed. He expresses that he has worked hard to get where he is and he is proud of his accomplishments. Kendrick Lamar's verse tackles the state of West Coast hip-hop while also providing insight into his personal experiences. He talks about the struggles he and others face in their community and how it has shaped them into who they are.
Throughout the song, Game and Kendrick both use religious references to emphasize the importance of their message. They both view their music as a way to connect with their audience and bring attention to issues in their communities. In the chorus, they ask for recognition and respect for their respective journeys and how it has shaped the artists they have become.
Overall, "The City" is a song that presents a message of perseverance despite the obstacles faced growing up in Compton. It also pays tribute to the West Coast hip-hop culture while acknowledging the struggles the community still faces.
Line by Line Meaning
See any angels in the city
Looking for something greater than himself in the urban environment
Tell them muthafuckas I'm forever paid, California king
Boasting about his financial success and status
Wrestle gators in the Everglades, drive up out that muthafuckin swamp
In the Escalade so before you put that Red rag
In your pocket I wanna see your fuckin resume
Establishing his tough persona and warning others not to mess with him, and also challenging others to prove themselves before claiming to be part of a certain gang
Started off on Ground Zero, then I start to levitate
Rip rappers a new asshole: I never hesitate
Dre Beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate
I'mma give em hurricanes until another levee break
Recalling his rise to fame, his aggression towards other rappers, and his use of music and drugs as a coping mechanism for his success
You niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight
Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate
When a nigga Wack found me, shit, I was selling weight
Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate
Saying he is the best in his music scene and celebrating his success from humble beginnings
Performing in front of millions, nigga every race
64 in the '64, now watch the Chevy scrape
4th album, no 5 mics? Then let 'em hate
But I'm not stopping 'til I'm the fucking king in every state
Being proud of his ability to perform for a diverse audience, and wanting to be recognized as the best rapper across the entire country
Recognize my life
Ridicule my fight
Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights
In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write
Asking others to see and appreciate the hard work and struggle he has gone through to get where he is today, and explaining how writing music is therapeutic for him
Get familiar with Cartwright
Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops
For the record, I'mma wreck it, even if my record don't pop
Referring to himself as a hungry, determined athlete, and declaring his commitment to making good music whether or not he achieves commercial success
I'mma tie a knot on a downtown building, let it tow behind me tell 'em
They can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart
Nigga fuck your feelings, this is me
Describing himself as someone who is not afraid to take risks and stay true to himself, even if it isolates him from others
I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died"
Can't you hear my heart beating?
That's the motherfuckin West side, you test me, you test God
I'm his son, it say in Psalms, you come at me
Then I can split you with this Tommy gun, you won't have no time to run
I'm from the Compton slums and that's how the West ride
Defending the West Coast rap scene and warning others not to underestimate him, while also referencing a famous Bible verse to establish his authority
I'm from the city where two of the best died
Rest in peace to both of 'em, spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
Name your top 10, I'm harder than the most of 'em
Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5
Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas
No particular order, bet a mil that I slaughter
Honoring the legacy of famous rappers who have passed away and positioning himself as one of the greatest rappers of all time
Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered
How dare you niggas pop fly when I'm the nigga
Sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie
I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classic
Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package
Came with LAX, since critics said it was average
I was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and
Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope
Boasting about his ability to sell records and his successful discography, while acknowledging the pressure and stress that comes with fame
Spill the red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke
And this is what you all been waiting for
I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door
What the fuck y'all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more
Describing his intense focus and determination when it comes to writing music, and referencing his own controversial persona
I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84
Shake you like Haiti's floor, walk up on you
Like "what's going on baby boy?" Shots in that Mercedes door
Comparing himself to basketball legend Kobe Bryant, while also highlighting his violent tendencies
Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or
Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more
But I still owe Jimmy one more album
The best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin
Kendrick, and I wear pendant on my shoulder, soldier
Acknowledging his own eccentricity and controversial role in the industry, while also referencing his business dealings and his respect for other West Coast rappers
Like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled over
Johnny always lock a nigga down
Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao
Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac
In his prime, thug life is now on radar
Til the federal come through and raid ours
Referencing both his own run-ins with the law, and his admiration for famous boxers
Reminiscing when the LA Raiders
Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome
And I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted to
Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die
And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion
Trying, and I mean that shit
Reflecting on his past experiences and the culture of his hometown, and explaining how he has been inspired to become more resilient
Game came through, put the city on his back
I was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit
"Compton!", a nigga gotta scream that shit
Continuing to assert his dominance as the foremost rapper from Compton
Never went commercial, never T.V. screened that shit
Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody sing that shit
Stating that he has never compromised his style or authenticity for commercial gain, but has still achieved widespread acclaim and success
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JAYCEON TAYLOR, JIM STEINMAN, MARCELLO VALENZANO, EDWARD MONTILLA, ANDRE LYON, KENDRICK LAMAR
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@muki2309
kendrick's verse was so scary that the beat ran away
@brownboyfly
mikel angelo Take this fat W
@mikeburgoyne8265
"realest shit I never wrote" W
@brendanysf
or maybe it was so bad it ran to get his friends
@alexwicker3595
mikel angelo m
@MemesGodakaEmerald
B Fit L
@liliana-jx6oj
Game is so dope. I can't stop watching this track again and again. I am sure Gamewill be #1 soon due to 💖a u t h e n t I c v i e w s 💖
@soundscapes7390
Kendrick and Game 11 years later still one of the rawest collabs
@Carl-yd9op
😮
@LykaDaDawg
Here in 2023, still getting goosebumps listening to Kendrick’s verse.