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1. Jayceon Terrell Taylor (born November 29, 1979 in Compton, California, United States), better known by his stage name Game, formerly known as The Game, is an American Grammy Award winning gangsta rapper signed to Aftermath Entertainment through his own label Black Wall Street Records, with which he founded with his half brother Big Fase 100. He rose to fame in 2005 with the success of his debut album, The Documentary, and his two Grammy nominations. Since then he has released several other critically acclaimed albums, 2006's Doctor's Advocate and 2008's LAX. The RED Album was released August 23, 2011. All of his four albums debuted at #1 on the Billboard Top 100, and he is widely considered to be a driving force in bringing back the West Coast hip hop scene and competing with many of his East Coast counterparts.
Studying various influential rap albums, Game developed a strategy to become a rapper himself and with help from Big Fase, they founded The Black Wall Street Records. The label originally featured such artists as Glasses Malone, Vita, and Nu Jerzey Devil, along with Game himself. His stage name was coined by his grandmother. Game first gained prominence when he attended a hip-hop summit hosted by Russell Simmons and Louis Farrakhan, releasing his first mixtape You Know What It Is Vol. 1 in 2002, followed by a record deal with the independent label, Get Low Recordz owned by JT the Bigga Figga. Originally Sean Combs of Bad Boy Records was going to sign him to his label, but Game's mixtape found the attention of famed producer Dr. Dre, who signed him to Aftermath Entertainment in 2003. In October 2004, he released his first album Untold Story through Get Low Recordz, which sold over 82,000 copies within its first three months. The album featured artists like Sean T, Young Noble (of the Outlawz), and JT the Bigga Figga. Game also appeared on various mixtapes hosted by DJ's such as DJ Kayslay, DJ Whoo Kid, and DJ Clue. Game also released a second mixtape You Know What It Is Vol. 2 through his own record label and appeared on the video game NBA Live 2004 on a song produced by Fredwreck called "Can't Stop Me". On January 24th, 2011, he released a mixtape entitled, "Purp & Patron."
2. A British 60s Band formed by Terry Spencer in 1965. Head guitar: Terry Spencer Bass guitar: Allan Janaway Drums: Terry Goodsell Vocals: Tony Bird Their biggest success was their first single PlayGonna Get Me Someone from 1966. They attracted attention in 1967 with their recording of The Addicted Man which was concerned with drug-taking. The single should not be released.
3. A French new wave band from the 80’s coming from the suburbs of Paris. It’s line up was : Marc Dimitri (Vocals), Hervé Lorthioir (guitar), Patrick Larrieu (guitar), Jacques-Laurent Lardaud (bass), Fredéric Rottier (Drums), Dominique Cointre (keyboards), Claire (ch). Musically it sounded similar to bands like the Sisters of Mercy or Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. They released one single “Walk Away” on EMI France (1988) and an album titled "Under The White Bible Law" (1989).
Cellphone
The Game Lyrics
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Hit the hood, take his rims off
Then hit that block, let him hear that Pac
That shit don't stop
Soo woo, new coupe, through the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims, new bitch throwin' up P's, whoo whoop
Compton niggas ain't never gon' be the same
You see my tats, you feel my pain
You in my hood? You from a gang
You got 2 seconds to answer where you from, or you gon' see your brains
Now that you slumped I see your change
Nigga we got canals, shelves, niggas that tried, niggas that died
Niggas that fell well, off in their jail cell
Shit, we got niggas with full clips
That'll dip through you set and disappear like "Hell Rell"
No bail like the peace price
Get caught up in the middle of the street at the light, you fuckin' bean pie
Middle of your forehead nigga, that's where the beam lie
(You be ok) Cause I done seen God
Niggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble head red bone
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my nigga Legs gone
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Stop that
Playin' chronic, blazin' chronic with the windows tinted
Cause those that don't cut the checks, the ones in yo' business
Rappers sendin' death threats but still ain't sent no killers
You take a stretch away squeeze myself, can't depend on niggas
Shit on niggas check the urinal and you'll see
That I be droppin' jewels and you should take 'em like a jewel thief
Wolves teeth is what I use to eat my fuckin' pray up with
Used to make the yayo flip now Game told me to lay your hits
Teamed up, toured the US just to let the name ring
Goin' home to fuck shit up, I did the King James thing
Steak and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster posture
Blowin' all these bands fans, screamin' like it's Frank Sinatra
Made it out the South Bay village homies hate I prosper
But I don't owe you niggas shit, I'm supposed to thank my mama
Only chase for commas, got 'em in now raise the Llama
Hotter than a blazin' comet, fuckin' south central moth
Niggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble head red bone
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
LJ in prison, and my nigga Legs gone
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Stop that
The Game feat. Dubb Jake & Papa's song Cellphone is a tribute to the rapper's hometown of Compton, California, and its gritty gang culture. The lyrics describe the violence that permeates the streets, with boasts of stealing car parts, brandishing weapons, and demanding loyalty through gang affiliations. The chorus declares, "I just killed a nigga on my cellphone," implying that these confrontations are routine and often deadly.
The verses are filled with references to hip-hop legends who have come before, acknowledging their influence on The Game's own music. Tupac Shakur is name-checked twice, once with a sample from "California Love" and again when The Game raps, "That shit don't stop, Soo woo… let him hear that Pac." The song also pays tribute to Notorious B.I.G., Dr. Dre, and other West Coast rappers who have helped shape the genre.
The overall tone of Cellphone is one of pride and defiance, with The Game celebrating the tough-guy image that has made him famous. However, the song also highlights the senseless violence that plagues Compton and other urban communities, suggesting that gang culture is a vicious cycle that traps individuals and perpetuates suffering. Ultimately, the message of Cellphone is ambiguous, leaving listeners to parse its glorification of gang life against the underlying indictment of that same lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
I remember days on Crenshaw, take a nigga Beamer
I recall taking someone's BMW back in the day on Crenshaw
Hit the hood, take his rims off
Then we'd go to the neighborhood and steal the car's rims
Then hit that block, let him hear that Pac
Drive around playing Tupac's music loudly
That shit don't stop
We always kept going, never stopping
Soo woo, new coupe, through the west side
Driving through the west side in my new car, representing my gang with a call
New Benz, top down, new rims, new bitch throwin' up P's, whoo whoop
Driving my new Benz with the top down, sporting new rims, and with a girl throwing up gang signs
Compton niggas ain't never gon' be the same
People from Compton will always be different
It's in my blood, you see my veins
Being from Compton is a part of me, it's visible in my veins
You see my tats, you feel my pain
My tattoos represent my experiences and struggles
You in my hood? You from a gang
If you're in my neighborhood, you're likely a part of a gang
You got 2 seconds to answer where you from, or you gon' see your brains
If you don't tell me which gang you're from in two seconds, you'll be shot dead
Now that you slumped I see your change
After killing you, I see that you no longer pose a threat or have any power
Nigga we got canals, shelves, niggas that tried, niggas that died
In Compton, we have canals and shelves, as well as people that face diverse hardships
Niggas that fell well, off in their jail cell
There are some people who have been imprisoned and never came back as successful individuals
Shit, we got niggas with full clips
There are people here who are heavily armed and ready to shoot
That'll dip through you set and disappear like "Hell Rell"
They will enter your area and then quickly leave without getting caught
No bail like the peace price
Being taken to jail without an option for bail
Get caught up in the middle of the street at the light, you fuckin' bean pie
If you get caught in the middle of the street, you'll be shot at point-blank range
Middle of your forehead nigga, that's where the beam lie
The gunshot wound would be in the center of your forehead
(You be ok) Cause I done seen God
You may go to heaven and be ok because I have already seen God
Niggas sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
People are still selling crack, while Dr. Dre is selling his own branded headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' Biggie "Dead Wrong"
2Pac is in heaven, listening to Biggie's "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble head red bone
Driving a bright red Impala with a girl sitting beside me
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Boasting about committing a murder while speaking on a phone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head gone
Puff Daddy is selling vodka while I am high on weed
G-Man in heaven, name on that headstone
One of my acquaintances named G-Man has passed away and has a headstone with his name on it
LJ in prison, and my nigga Legs gone
One of my other acquaintances named LJ is in prison and my friend Legs is dead
I just killed a nigga on my cellphone
Repeating the previous line, boasting about committing a murder over the phone
Stop that
A plea to stop living this lifestyle and stop glorifying murder
Playin' chronic, blazin' chronic with the windows tinted
Listening to Dr. Dre's album "The Chronic" and smoking weed in a car with tinted windows
Cause those that don't cut the checks, the ones in yo' business
People who aren't financially supporting you shouldn't be involved in your life
Rappers sendin' death threats but still ain't sent no killers
Other rappers are threatening to kill me, but no one has done anything yet
You take a stretch away squeeze myself, can't depend on niggas
If you take me away from my friends and associates, I become self-reliant, as I can't depend on anyone else
Shit on niggas check the urinal and you'll see
I'm better than my haters, and you can tell even by looking at the urinal
That I be droppin' jewels and you should take 'em like a jewel thief
I am sharing life lessons, and you should value them, much like a thief values jewels
Wolves teeth is what I use to eat my fuckin' pray up with
I am aggressive and use my sharp instincts to attack and conquer my targets
Used to make the yayo flip now Game told me to lay your hits
I used to sell cocaine, but now The Game wants me to create hit songs instead
Teamed up, toured the US just to let the name ring
Teaming up with The Game, I toured the United States to gain more recognition and fame
Goin' home to fuck shit up, I did the King James thing
Just like LeBron James, I'm going back to my hometown to make a difference (even if that means causing trouble)
Steak and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster posture
I can switch between eating fancy foods with wealthy individuals and sitting with gangsters without changing my demeanor
Blowin' all these bands fans, screamin' like it's Frank Sinatra
Spending all my money and having a good time, just like Frank Sinatra would
Made it out the South Bay village homies hate I prosper
Despite my success, people from my hometown still resent me for leaving
But I don't owe you niggas shit, I'm supposed to thank my mama
I don't owe anyone from my past anything, except gratitude toward my mother
Only chase for commas, got 'em in now raise the Llama
My only motivation is making money, and now that I have it, I can afford more expensive weapons
Hotter than a blazin' comet, fuckin' south central moth
I am hotter than a burning comet, and I don't give a damn about anyone or anything in South Central LA
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: JAYCEON TAYLOR
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