The Game is the name of more than one artist:
1) rapper
2) British 60… Read Full Bio ↴The Game is the name of more than one artist:
1) rapper
2) British 60s band
3) French new wave band

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).

How We Do REMIX
The Game Lyrics

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This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

Fresh like, Impala,
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want, none
Nigga better, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton,
Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just want to have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I'm bangin' with my hand up her dress like,
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga want to, stunt

I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade
Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades
In one year man, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good
Cause I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cause shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass

This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You now rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)

50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
Fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time

You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It took two, months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggas like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin' I'm a punk
Get your fuckin' head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun

Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda'
Meet my Ba, Retta'
The dra-ma, setta'
Sip Am-a, retta'
My flow sounds, better
Than average
On tracks I'm a savage

I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Game's song How We Do R*E*M*I*X are all about living their lives to the fullest and enjoying every moment. They talk about their cars, their money, and their fame, and how nobody does it like they do it. The opening lines of the song "This is how we do, We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club" sets the tone for the rest of the song, which is all about partying and enjoying life.

As the song progresses, the lyrics get more explicit and talk about violence and drugs. The Game raps about his rough upbringing in Compton, selling drugs and carrying a gun. He also mentions the G-Unit girls and how they just want to have fun, and he talks about drinking coke and rum and smoking weed. The chorus repeats several times throughout the song, emphasizing their desire to live their lives to the fullest and not caring about what others think.

Line by Line Meaning

This is how we do
The way we behave and have fun in the club

We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
We dance, act silly and enjoy ourselves when we're in the club

Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
We are unique and want recognition for our behavior

Fresh like, Impala,
The Impala is a classic car and our style is fresh

Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
Our ride has hydraulic suspension and we love the sound of 808 drums

You don't want, none
You don't want to mess with us

Nigga better, run
If someone wants trouble, they should run away

When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
If there's a fight, I'll shoot my gun

Come get, some
If someone wants trouble, they're welcome to come and get it

Pistol grip, pump
My gun has a pistol grip

If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones
If someone steps on my white Air Force One sneakers

Since red, rum
The drink 'rum' is associated with the color 'red'

Ready here I, come
I'm ready for action

Compton,
I'm from Compton

Dre found me in the, slums
Dr. Dre discovered me when I was living in poverty

Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I used to sell marijuana and always had my gun with me

I was sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
I was selling drugs when Master P was popular

Buck pass the blunt
Pass me the joint

These G-Unit girls just want to have, fun
The girls associated with the rap group G-Unit just want to party

Coke and rum
Drinks made with Coca-Cola and rum

Got weed on the ton
I have a lot of marijuana

I'm bangin' with my hand up her dress like,
I'm touching her intimately

I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
I'll help her climax, while I smoke marijuana

Whole gang in the front in case a nigga want to, stunt
The whole group is at the front, in case someone wants to start trouble

I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade
I customized my Escalade with Lamborghini-style doors

Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades
My car's suspension is low, making it seem like I'm riding on skates

In one year man, a nigga's so paid
I made a lot of money in just one year

I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways (Ah!)
I'm having a threesome with a woman who is bisexual

Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I want to be intimately touched, teased, kissed, and pleased

You know I'm rockin' with the best tre pound on my hip
I'm hanging out with the best people and I have a gun on my side

Teflon on my chest
I'm wearing a bulletproof vest

They say I'm no good
People think I'm a bad influence

Cause I'm so hood
Because I come from a rough neighborhood

Rich folks do not want me around
Wealthy people don't want to associate with me

Cause shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
If there's a confrontation, things might get violent

Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
Someone will be severely beaten or hurt

They call me new money, say I have no class
People call me nouveau riche, and criticize my lack of sophistication

I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
I grew up poor and became rich too quickly

The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
I don't care what people think as long as I'm making money

Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
I don't like high-class women and don't care for their opinions

I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
I customized my '64 Chevy Impala with gold Dayton wheels

White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs
My white-wall tires are so clean, it looks like I'm riding on light bulbs

Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
I can lower my car's suspension with the push of a button

Cali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes
People in California and New York are customizing their cars with large rims

50, unh
50 Cent, an American rapper

Bentley, unh
A Bentley car

Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Eminem 'discovered' a rapper who had emerged from poverty

Automatic, gun
A gun that's fully automatic

Fuck 'em one-on-one
I'll fight anyone one-on-one

We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
I'll beat up anyone who's trying to act tough

Homie, it's Game time
It's time to party and enjoy ourselves

You ready? Here I come
Are you ready for some fun?

Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
Get Lloyd Banks, another rapper, to help us party

It took two, months
It took a while to complete something

But Fifty got it done
50 Cent achieved his goal

Signed with G-unit
A record label called G-Unit signed him

Had niggas like, "huh?"
Other people were surprised about this

Don't try to front
Don't act like you're better than me

I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
I'll beat you up so badly that you'll fall down

Thinkin' I'm a punk
Assuming that I'm a coward

Get your fuckin' head, lumped
I'll punch you in the face

Fifty got a, gun
50 Cent owns a firearm

Ready here he come
50 Cent is ready to act

Gotta sick, vendetta
I have a strong desire for revenge

To get this, chedda'
To earn a lot of money

Meet my Ba, Retta'
Meet my Beretta firearm

The dra-ma, setta'
The one who brings the drama

Sip Am-a, retta'
Sipping on Southern Comfort, a type of whiskey

My flow sounds, better
My rapping style is superior

Than average
Compared to most other rappers

On tracks I'm a savage
My rapping style is aggressive

I damage
I can hurt others with my words

Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
I'll engage with anyone who tries to challenge my crew (G-Unit)

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: ANDRE ROMELL YOUNG, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR, MICHAEL ELIZONDO

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