The Blues
Young Buck feat. The Game Lyrics
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I give niggas the blues
Like an L.A. County jumpsuit
Hop inside the Phantom like the nigga Donald Trump do
And just cruise control until I lose control
These rubberband tires sittin' on 2's and 4's
I pick and choose my foes
And with abusive flows I set traps, so no rat can climb through his hole
Try'na floss be a boss
We do six hundred or better
Chopping up raw lettuce
My bitch got a coke fetish
Still a fan 'cause she runnin' through lines like Jerome Bettis
Iced out Coogi sweater, Air Ones, Louis, checker belt
Got me swimmin' through these bitches like Mike Phelps
Drop top Phantom so the world know I'm hazin'
Catch contact high while I listen to Miles Davis
Lay my head back and just cruise
Tommy turn down the muthafuckin' bass and give niggas the blues
Yeah I give niggas the blues
Drumma Boy adjust the bass and give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
[Young Buck]
Been through it
The picture you see now I drew it
Service myself change the oil and transmission fluid
Mel Gibson on these hoes on these 24?s
I'm still the truth in this game full of Pinnocchio's
Filed bankrupt, like what you gon' take next from me?
Then I bought a 'Vette for me, call it IRS money
It's money, power, respect
Lil' buddy you wrong
Respect, power, and money
Now what the fuck is you on?
This a "Dessert Storm" I get my Clue on
Standin' in a room full of Bloods with my blue on
Revolver on my waist but the barrel on it too long
Can't even fuckin' move, I ain't used to havin' no suit on
I'm doin' what I do, y'all done think I moved on
With or without a crew
My bills is still due on the first like you
Pull up in anything bitch I'm B.B. King
And I break the rules
I will give niggas the blues
I give niggas the blues
Take Drumma Boy beat and give niggas the blues
Yeah
In this song, "The Blues," Young Buck and The Game rap about their struggles and how they deal with them. The Game starts off by talking about how he puts his enemies in a difficult situation - so they get the blues - with his rhymes. He compares himself to Donald Trump, cruising in his Phantom until he loses control. The rubberband tires on his car, while sitting on two's and four's, allow him to pick and choose his foes, beating them with his abusive flows. The Game carries a Beretta and chops up raw lettuce as his girl has a coke fetish, but he stays the boss by driving six hundred or better. Even driving his Phantom makes the world know he’s hazin’. The Game lays his head back and just cruises, waiting for Tommy to turn the bass down and giving people the blues.
Young Buck also sings about his struggles, saying how he has been through it all. He drew the picture of success you see, servicing his ride, changing the oil or transmission fluid himself. He’s the real truth in a game full of Pinocchios, and even though he filed for bankruptcy, he still drives his Vette around. Buck claims it's money, power, and respect; that's the order of importance for him. His stance is that respect, power, and money are elements of his being, and he doesn't buy into the wrong prioritization. Young Buck asserts that he's still living a "Desert Storm," and can stand among Bloods with his blue on. Though he’s packed heat, revolver on his waist, the barrel on it is too long. Despite it all, however, he pulls up in whatever he wants since he’s BB King and breaks the rules. Ultimately, he’ll give nigg*s the blues.
The song is all about success and how The Game and Young Buck have overcome their struggles. The Game makes reference to Donald Trump’s success in business in the first verse, while Young Buck talks about having gone through bankruptcy. They both assert that they are the real deal despite the setbacks. They both stay in control, Buck even declaring that he breaks the rules. They are not victims but rather rulers of their own destiny, and their foes are left with blues in their minds.
Line by Line Meaning
I give niggas the blues
I cause misery and depression to those who cross me
Like an L.A. County jumpsuit
As tough and unrelenting as a jail uniform
Hop inside the Phantom like the nigga Donald Trump do
Riding in luxury like the billionaire president
And just cruise control until I lose control
Driving aimlessly and recklessly
These rubberband tires sittin' on 2's and 4's
Expensive and flashy wheels
I pick and choose my foes
Selecting battles wisely
And with abusive flows I set traps, so no rat can climb through his hole
Using harsh rhymes to catch enemies off guard
Touch my chedder bring out Beretta's
Threatening violence when money is involved
Try'na floss be a boss
Attempting to show off wealth and status
We do six hundred or better
Racing cars at high speeds
Chopping up raw lettuce
Preparing drugs for distribution
My bitch got a coke fetish
My partner has an addiction to cocaine
Still a fan 'cause she runnin' through lines like Jerome Bettis
Sticking with someone despite their flaws
Iced out Coogi sweater, Air Ones, Louis, checker belt
Wearing expensive and stylish clothing
Got me swimmin' through these bitches like Mike Phelps
Attracting attention from women like an Olympic swimmer
Drop top Phantom so the world know I'm hazin'
Driving an open-top luxury car to show off wealth
Catch contact high while I listen to Miles Davis
Getting high from secondhand smoke while enjoying jazz music
Lay my head back and just cruise
Relaxing and enjoying the ride
Tommy turn down the muthafuckin' bass and give niggas the blues
Lower the volume and let the sad, depressing music play
Drumma Boy adjust the bass and give niggas the blues
Changing the music to make it sadder and more depressing
Been through it
I've experienced hardships and struggles
The picture you see now I drew it
I created my own success and image
Service myself change the oil and transmission fluid
Maintaining my own vehicles
Mel Gibson on these hoes on these 24?s
Attracting attention and admiration from women
I'm still the truth in this game full of Pinnocchio's
Remaining genuine and honest in a dishonest industry
Filed bankrupt, like what you gon' take next from me?
Battling financial struggles and wondering what else can go wrong
Then I bought a 'Vette for me, call it IRS money
Using money earned from illegal activities to buy a luxurious car
Lil' buddy you wrong
Disagreeing with someone
Respect, power, and money
The keys to success and influence
Now what the fuck is you on?
Challenging someone's ideas or actions
This a 'Dessert Storm' I get my Clue on
Thriving in chaos and uncertainty
Standin' in a room full of Bloods with my blue on
Defying expectations and showing strength in a dangerous situation
Revolver on my waist but the barrel on it too long
Carrying a loaded gun for protection
Can't even fuckin' move, I ain't used to havin' no suit on
Feeling uncomfortable and restricted in formal clothing
I'm doin' what I do, y'all done think I moved on
Continuing to succeed and progress despite doubters
With or without a crew
Succeeding on my own or with a team
My bills is still due on the first like you
Dealing with financial responsibilities like everyone else
Pull up in anything bitch I'm B.B. King
Confidently showing off wealth and status
And I break the rules
Doing what I want and not following conventions
Contributed by Vivian F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
wave Capell
Game killed this bro.
Robert Bautista
Slept on 🛏
BlacJesuz
“It’s money, power, respect but buddy u wrong
Respect, power, and money now what da fuck is U on?”
UGK Moni
EastSide....
#NashvilleTn