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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).
Home Invasion
The Game Lyrics
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With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience
He got into some nonsense, nigga jumped in the car with a strap out
Just got done mixin' dope in the traphouse, black out
Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out
Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps
In the city where these niggas do not
Fuck around when they holdin' them Glocks
In the kitchen, like we know Betty Crock'
Cut the dope, take it out of the pot
Block it up, then we back on the plot
Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cops passin'
Started jackin' diggys, that's old fashion
Turn the lights off when in lost fashion
Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden
Assassin, we back to back in Impalas and Cadillac
Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks
Hangin' out the back of it
Niggas don't know the half of it
We come through like we cappin' shit
Ski maskin' shit, click, clack, and shit
All in your mail, open packages
On this Compton shit, demonish it, Chronic kicks with confidence
Ominous, obviously, probably be high as fuck
And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind this sit
Wasn't overprominent, neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit
Dominic, niggas shit, they gon' wish they left us on the biggest continent
Ugh, politics, the drama gets sticky, hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty
Out of it, 'cause I'm ridin' 'round tipsy, promise this is payback for Nipsey
Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton
Through a rag in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton
He was nickel and dimin', it was the sign of the times when
Nigga had to take a deep breath
I tried walkin' straight past him, I see T-Flats and they askin'
I got on my khakis, my rag is hangin' out the back under my backpack
And all my homies in a casket
That's why I'm standin' in the Gap with this ratchet
Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens
So what the fuck is up? My knuckles up
My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up
I got my hat backwards and the strap back in
I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up
I've been outside since I was jumped in
In my hood, they call that Double Dutch
This Cedar Block where heaters pop
And we catch fades, come get this uppercut
Back home with the lights off and the roaches
Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus
Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa
I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless
Used to play ball, dribble the rock and fuck roaches
Stack bread whether or not it got molded
IRS circle the block, it's not over
Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives
All dead niggas' blocks we drive over
Never look back or stop for y'all vultures
Drive straight over the top of y'all Focus
Ready or not, we 'bout to take over
We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boulders is rollin' like Otis
Tempted to take the controller out your hand, fuck my composure
Windows get rolled down, we smokin', enemies, opps and whoever
Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather
Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain't waitin' to ride
We cop your slice of the pie and tell 'em they spacin' the sky
Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton
With a flow like a monster who was movin' that contraband
Damn, y'all niggas is sick
You bet' not hold your breath in this bitch
Pressin' the issue, new vet, I'ma show you what the shit do
New TEC and it's military issue, see blood so it definitely hit you
Ayy, Blood, what they do with all the tissue?
Pass around at the funeral, it's unusual
To see his opps standin' in the background, laugh now
No pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now
Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt
It's a wrap, niggas ain't comin' back
It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it, nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it
And the whole block live, ten Glock-9s, everybody on they lives, nigga
My team vs. your team, they don't want a sofa, tell 'em take a dive, nigga
Black lives matter, don't they? But niggas kill niggas, won't they?
Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out next to the lady sellin' elote
It's, "Gang gang" 'til it's time to roleplay
He was ballin' at a nigga, OJ
We in and out and we ain't have to crochet
I'm a smooth criminal, Annie, are you okay?
I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats
I was baldhead when my khakis creased
Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed?
I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat
Never met D-Wade yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet
In the game but ain't say EA yet, Outkast ain't made 3K yet
I was in your house, like
The Game’s song “Home Invasion” is a story about his upbringing in Compton, California, and the violence and chaos he experienced growing up in a neighborhood where crime is an everyday occurrence. In the first verse, The Game tells the story of a young man with a “militant mindset and an innocent conscience” who gets caught up in some drama and ends up driving around with a gun. He describes the adrenaline rush of trying to find “opps” (opponents) and the constant threat of gun violence in his city, where “niggas do not fuck around when they holding them Glocks.”
The second verse of the song continues The Game’s story, relaying the experiences of a young man from Compton who is forced to navigate through gang violence, drugs, and poverty. The lyrics reference his childhood friends who were killed (“all my homies in a casket”), the struggles of trying to escape the cycles of poverty and violence (“I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless”), and the frustration of being limited by circumstances outside of his control (“Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus”).
Overall, “Home Invasion” is a raw and honest account of life in Compton, and the violence, injustice, and hardships that young people in these neighborhoods face every day. The Game’s lyrics paint a vivid picture of a community that is all too often ignored or stigmatized by the rest of the world.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Jayceon Taylor
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