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1) rapper
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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).
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The Game Lyrics
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Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's
So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent
First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans
I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm an artist, never claimed to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G. and Pac departed
Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me
All you other niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die, in this game
I thought I told y'all
I'm done with the beef, clown, my son three now
And I've been watchin' Dre so long I'm makin' beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, fuck it, it can go down
Nigga I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo' pounds
Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig
I come back from the dead, tell 'em kill me again
Put my head on a barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me
I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie
I'm alive, so I'mma take a Patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin' a movie
Inspired by this gangbangin' shit since I was two
I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die, in this game
Drive fast, both hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash
It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out
Roll the fuckin' windows down, let the bass out
Niggas, drop the top on whatever you in
Bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind
Four doors, leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a chrome fo'five under my hood
So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood
Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin' they chain
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane
Long as my family straight, read this at my wake
I gave 'em The Documentary and they scraped the plate
Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face
I can not, will not ever be replaced
Cause I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die, in this game
He wolfin' a lot of shit, he look scared
You can't find your girl, she right here
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare
'Sides there's way too many hoes in here
In the song “Too Much,” The Game featuring Nate Dogg, The Game talks about his life growing up in the hood and how that has influenced his career in music. He raps about being from the old hood where people don’t know what is good or know Suge, but they know how to make good crack. They do it so well that they can afford to send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes. The Game informs listeners that he grew up in the 80s, and his musical influences include Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy, both of whom he calls crack babies. When he says his flow is heaven-sent, it is evident that he regards his music as a gift. His first LP was released, and it sold alongside established artists, and since then, he’s been at the top.
The Game knows he’s not the hardest rapper out there, but he believes he’s the best since B.I.G. and Pac died. Nate Dogg and Snoop roll with him, and the others used to be good like Ken Griffey, but they are not on his level anymore. He’s on fire like the tip of a blunt, and he describes himself as a Blood and raps that listeners can be Crip if they want. While The Game claims to be the ice cream truck man, he’s also one for guns and drugs - this is an allusion to his life in the hood. In the chorus, Nate Dogg comments on how he cannot be in the club with too much Cris' and not get drunk, and there are too many ladies out there not to mess around. They also talk about the many chronic and bass in the studio.
One interesting fact about the game’s song “Too Much" is that it was produced by Dr. Dre and Scott Storch. It features Nate Dogg on the hook, which he co-wrote with The Game. The song is from Game's debut album "The Documentary," which received a platinum certification by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). A remix of the song features RnB singer, Mary J Blige. In the song, The Game references crack cocaine, many people in the 80’s resorted to dealing and using crack cocaine as a way to make a quick income. There’s a mention of Tookie in the song, who was an infamous gang leader and founder of the Crips, who are rivals to The Game’s Blood gang. There’s a reference in the song to Ken Griffey, who was a famous baseball player; they refer to how he was once good but isn’t anymore. The song's samples Rich Boy's "Get to Poppin'" instrumental, which was produced by The TrackBoyZ.
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Line by Line Meaning
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
I grew up in a rough area similar to where you're from
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
People in my old neighborhood aren't familiar with good things, but they know how to deal drugs
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
We handle things with skill and precision, just like how Tracy McGrady played basketball
Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
We transport drugs to Houston using a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's
My upbringing in the 80's shaped me into who I am today
So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies
Me, Kanye West, and Young Jeezy were all born to mothers who used crack during pregnancy
And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent
My rapping skills are a God-given talent
First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans
My debut album was on the same shelf as established artists
Nigga I can't be fucked, like a lesbian
No one can mess with me, I'm as untouchable as a lesbian
I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a big deal in the hip-hop world, just like how Cartoon Network is important to Mexicans
I'm an artist, never claimed to be the hardest
I'm a musical artist, but I don't pretend to be the most tough or intimidating
Just number one since B.I.G. and Pac departed
I've been at the top of the rap game since the deaths of The Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur
Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me
Nate Dogg and Snoop Dogg are supporting me and riding alongside me
All you other niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey
Other rappers used to be great, just like Ken Griffey Jr. was a great baseball player
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
I'm on fire and blazing like the tip of a marijuana blunt
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
I'm so hot, it's like I've been letting a candle burn for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump
I'm a member of the Bloods gang, but you can be in the Crips if you want, just let my music play
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
My music is so good, it's like you kidnapped and have music producer Scott Storch tied up in your car trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
I'm like a friendly ice cream truck driver, but I keep guns in my car trunk
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man
I sell drugs out of my car trunk, making me the frontman for the operation
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
There's too much Cristal champagne in the club, I have to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
There are too many women in the world to not have sex with at least one of them
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
There's too much weed in the recording studio, I have to roll it up and smoke it
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
There's too much bass in my car's sound system, so let the music play loudly
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
You look extremely angry, but I don't give a damn
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
I grabbed her by the arm because she was staring
Don't know how much attention you pay
I'm not sure how much attention you're paying
You better be ready to die, in this game
You need to be prepared to potentially die in the rap game
I thought I told y'all
I already said this before, but I'm saying it again
I'm done with the beef, clown, my son three now
I'm no longer interested in rap beef, since my son is now three years old
And I've been watchin' Dre so long I'm makin' beats now
I've been observing Dr. Dre for a long time, and now I'm producing beats as well
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I'm bouncing back from a rough period, just like how Ben Wallace played basketball in Detroit
I mean Chi-Town, fuck it, it can go down
I meant to say Chicago, but either way, there could be trouble
Nigga I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo' pounds
I rap for a full round, and I have a gun that weighs four plus four pounds
Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown
This is like the lawless Wild West, and it's about to be a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig
I'm like the legendary outlaw Billy the Kid, until I die
I come back from the dead, tell 'em kill me again
If I were to die, I'd come back to life and dare someone to kill me again
Put my head on a barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me
I would dare someone to shoot me if I put my head on a barrel
I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie
I'm a gangsta and have been shot more times than Stanley 'Tookie' Williams
I'm alive, so I'mma take a Patron shot for Tookie
Since I'm still alive, I'll take a shot of Patrón tequila in honor of Tookie's memory
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin' a movie
I'll roll a marijuana cigarette and continue watching a movie
Inspired by this gangbangin' shit since I was two
I've been influenced by gang culture since I was two years old
I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do?
I revitalized West coast rap, what did you do?
Drive fast, both hands on the dash
Drive quickly, keeping both hands on the car dashboard
Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash
Close both eyes and pray that you don't get into an accident
It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out
My rapping is so good that it's like killing the competition, and both airbags deployed because the song is so violent
Roll the fuckin' windows down, let the bass out
Roll down the windows of the car and let the music's bass be heard
Niggas, drop the top on whatever you in
Guys, put the car's top down on whatever convertible you're driving
Bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind
Girls, let your ponytail fly in the wind
Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs
Inhale marijuana smoke, and exhale money symbols
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind
Even if you can only dream of driving a luxurious Bentley car, that's good enough
Four doors, leather and wood
A car with four doors, made of leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
The car rides smoothly, like it has a stable of horses under the hood
And I keep a chrome fo'five under my hood
And I keep a chrome .45 caliber gun under my car's hood
So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood
So if I die, put me in the ground under my car's hood
Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin' they chain
Who had the most attractive woman in the rap game, wearing their necklace
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane
Jay-Z, Nas, and The Game all had beautiful women wearing their chains
Long as my family straight, read this at my wake
As long as my family is taken care of, read this at my funeral
I gave 'em The Documentary and they scraped the plate
I released my album The Documentary, and people loved it so much they listened to it thoroughly
Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face
I've appeared on the cover of twenty magazines, take a look at my face
I can not, will not ever be replaced
No one can replace me in the rap game
He wolfin' a lot of shit, he look scared
He's talking a lot of trash, but he looks scared
You can't find your girl, she right here
You can't locate your girlfriend because she's with me
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare
I'm not just a bad dream, I'm a terrifying nightmare
'Sides there's way too many hoes in here
Besides, there are way too many promiscuous women in this place
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: JAYCEON TAYLOR, SCOTT STORCH, NATHANIEL HALE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Prof3ssor ***
2006 Classic right here! These kids will never understand🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
IShowBuddha
Yea these kids neva understand
Lokosoul
I swear bro, dey can’t understand
Ferguson Johnson
Hip hop at its best bush 0:00
Cristina Amores Ramírez
Game’s voice is crazy! Love it!!!!
Brasi
His voice is always different
okylla000
For me The Game is a true rapper. Good flow, insane lyrics........CLASSIC!
Mohamed Allam
Indeed... To me he is the best
Illmatic
@Mohamed Allam His album and mixtapes are amazing!! It's definitely the best... The next album will surely be fire 🔥🔥🔥
Kyle Bickford
I bet hes a gentleman