Remedy
Game The Lyrics


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As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
Smokin chronic just let me ride
You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherfucker
Throw it up for the king of L.A
I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off
Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft
I'm hard as a motherfuckin ounce of raw
Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball
Fuck the law!! Feedin my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20, G answer
Cocaine been around for centuries
Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the public enemy
Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy

I got the remedy
Aftermath got the remedy
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked

I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me
I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy
And starin at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked
(Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black
Causin walkin in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin
Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gangbaners
Now that 'Pac passed, tryin to put us on Death Row
Get ready for the Aftermath
I run through the city like Godzilla
Doin mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killa
Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy
There go another victim of a one-eight-seven
Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand
Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go... blam
So kick back and watch the bitches dance
N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherfuckin hands

I got the remedy
Aftermath got the remedy
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked

I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'
Niggas endin they careers tryin to shut me up
Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up
The West Coast still dippin
Game still Bloodin, and Snoop still Crippin
So what you sayin loc? Red and blue bandana
Tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke
They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke
Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes
Three wheelin through the neighborhood
System on blast, as the motherfuckin one-time pass
The key to drivebys is aim steady
Turn that Bape hoody into motherfuckin confetti




When you cross that enemy line
Close your eyes, parental discretion is advised

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Remedy" by Game The depict the rapper's experiences in Los Angeles, where he navigates the streets in his lowrider and flaunts his wealth with a Jacob watch. He describes himself as a tough Compton native and boasts about his ability to make women do what he wants. Game The also references Andrew Jackson on the twenty-dollar bill, questions why cocaine is illegal despite its history, and censors himself by warning listeners about the potential violence of gang life.


Game The uses his lyrics to comment on the pervasive gang culture in Los Angeles, where people must be cautious of their surroundings and allegiance to a particular gang. The constant tension and violence put everyone at risk, especially those who come from marginalized backgrounds. The lyrics also reveal Game The's personal history and struggles: he emphasizes the importance of providing for his son and states that he runs through the city like Godzilla, causing chaos wherever he goes. The chorus of the song, "I got the remedy," implies that Game The is the solution to problems in his community, although it's unclear how he plans to enact change.


Line by Line Meaning

As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low
The singer is cruising in a classic car with spinner rims and a lowered suspension.


Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
He's driving so aggressively that the viewer can feel the wheels scraping the pavement on tight turns.


Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
The singer is piloting a convertible classic car with liquor in the front seat.


Smokin chronic just let me ride
The artist desires to smoke marijuana while driving.


You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherfucker
The artist asserts that he is just as great as Dr. Dre, so others would give him deference.


Throw it up for the king of L.A
The singer is the best rapper to come out of Los Angeles and deserves the audience's praise.


I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off
The singer's fame and success has garnered him the ability to convince women to disrobe.


Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft
The artist claims that he can't lose his edge because of his origins in a rough neighbourhood of California.


I'm hard as a motherfuckin ounce of raw
The artist is tough and durable, comparing himself to a drug that's pure and uncut.


Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball
The artist flexes his ability to handle drugs like crack cocaine in the same way that the NBA great can handle a basketball.


Fuck the law!! Feedin my son is a must
The singer will go to great lengths, even if it means breaking the law, to provide for his child.


Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust
The artist is committed to selling and distributing drugs, even though it's illegal and dangerous.


Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20, G answer
The singer is questioning why a notorious slave owner like Andrew Jackson is immortalised on currency.


Cocaine been around for centuries
The singer is shedding light on the long history of drug use in human society, focusing on the widespread use of cocaine.


Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the public enemy
The singer is the subject of negative attention from the public and law enforcement because he's a wealthy black man.


Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy
The artist is riding high on the beat and energy provided by the music producer, Just Blaze.


I got the remedy
The artist has the solution to all of the problems around him.


Aftermath got the remedy
The record company Aftermath has the solution to all of the problems around them.


Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
The singer demands that someone back off from him physically.


'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
The artist will physically harm or kill the attacker if they don't respect his wishes.


I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me
The artist is stressing that he is not amusing or to be trifled with, so potential opponents shouldn't provoke him.


Better say you pro-black
The artist is demanding that people in his neighbourhood declare support for racial equality and acknowledge their community's heritage.


Causin walkin in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin
If someone walks through Roscoe's chicken joint with jewellery on their person, it may be perceived as a challenge or an attempt to prove their toughness in Los Angeles culture.


Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gangbaners
The artist asserts that trying to get gang members out of LA is impossible and is like foolishly trying something doomed to fail.


Now that 'Pac passed, tryin to put us on Death Row
Following the assassination of Tupac Shakur, the singer and his peers were being targeted by the infamous Death Row Records.


Get ready for the Aftermath
The singer implores listeners to prepare for the rap group, who follow Death Row on the Aftermath label.


I run through the city like Godzilla
The singer is running through the city with great force and purpose, like the mythical monster Godzilla rampaging through Tokyo.


Doin mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killa
The Notorious 'Cop Killer' single by the rapper Ice-T had a lot of controversy when it was released, and the artist is causing even more damage than that song.


Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy
The artist will use a shotgun taken directly from his car's trunk to harm someone.


There go another victim of a one-eight-seven
The singer has committed another murder and is referring to the specific California legal code for homicide, section 187.


Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand
The singer is warning others that he represents death and the end of life.


Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go... blam
When the artist fires his weapon, even other gangsters don't have the courage to stay and fight him.


So kick back and watch the bitches dance
The artist is in a club setting and is enjoying the view of women dancing.


N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherfuckin hands
The renowned rap group N.W.A. has made a return, and the artist commands the crowd to raise their hands.


I'm back by popular demand and so
After taking a break, the singer has a new album and has returned and is ready to work.


All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'
The artist has a red car on the outside and black inside, which effectively hides the contents from view.


Niggas endin they careers tryin to shut me up
People who attempt to silence the singer never come out of it with their careers or reputations intact.


Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up
The singer is rejecting the idea that he's gone too mainstream and given up his roots for a more commercial look.


The West Coast still dippin
The coast-to-coast manner of dipping and low-riding cars is still popular.


Game still Bloodin, and Snoop still Crippin
The affliations and rivalries between The Bloods and The Crips are still as active and vital as ever with the rappers Game and Snoop Dogg.


So what you sayin loc? Red and blue bandana
The artist is questioning anyone who still needs to explain what the red and blue bandanas mean regarding current street rivalries.


Tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke
The singer carries and displays gang colours even as he drives through an area where marijuana smoke is present.


They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke
The singer asserts that the most powerful and effective marijuana plants can make smokers cough.


Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes
Marijuana is having a strong, dizzying effect on the artist, which he compares to the large number of spokes on a wheel.


Three wheelin through the neighborhood
The artist is driving around on three wheels, which could be for dramatic effect, or intending to convey danger and challenge to others.


System on blast, as the motherfuckin one-time pass
Cruising the streets with the stereo on a high volume, while avoiding attracting police attention.


The key to drivebys is aim steady
The singer is providing potentially dangerous advice to listeners, as he asserts that having a calm and focused aim is crucial for driveby shootings.


Turn that Bape hoody into motherfuckin confetti
The artist will shoot up anyone in a Bape brand hoodie until it's shredded.


When you cross that enemy line
This line instructs listeners to brace for danger and hostility if they venture into hostile territory.


Close your eyes, parental discretion is advised
The song's content is mature and harsh, and may require caution for younger or more sensitive listeners.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Written by: ISAAC HAYES, ALVERTIS ISBELL, CARLTON DOUGLAS RIDENHOUR, WILLIAM JONATHAN DRAYTON, JUSTIN GREGORY SMITH, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR, JAMES HENRY BOXLEY III, ERIC T. SADLER

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