Geezus (Explicit)-The Game

Geezus (Explicit)

歌手:The Game

时间:2026-08-21

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Geezus (Explicit) - The Game

Composed by:The Game

Produced by:London On Da Track/FBG Goat/Tee Mobil/The Blindside/Marlena Kral

What do we think of The Game by the way as an artist?

Like he's he's been around twenty years now

I think he can rap

I always thought Game could rap

Like what do we think?

When we think of who's popping when we think of the West Coast

Like where does The Game land as an artist?

Like you think what you say Jess?

I always thought he could rap I yeah

The Game gets busy

He's nice his phonics and his albums nice

The problem the only problem The Game has is

He's not with a clique on the West Coast right?

Everybody else is cliqued up he's the lone soldier

So he's always on his own

Y'all gotta believe in somethin'

Believe in Allah believe in Jesus

Believe in yourself

If not then believe in Geezus

All these niggas sayin' that they killers

I don't believe 'em

I still wouldn't if you was Killa Cam

Fuck all you niggas it's killin' season

I say Drake the homie y'all say it's treason

I can't believe it

Want me to pick sides why y'all dick-ridin'?

When you from the Westside you ain't gotta pick sides

If I can't catch him now catch him on the flip side

Fuck around clear the block when a nigga this hot

Got a scope on the AR let him play God

I'ma blow his head up like he in a fisheye

With a hundred-round drum it's a Chiraq murder

Got a button on the dash that'll hide that burner

Laid up with your insides out caught swervin'

Nigga I want the beef like a Marathon Burger

And I'm workin' choppers overtime

Hold this bitch like I hold my 9

Out my mind for sure you ride

I'ma make you a celebrity overnight

I'ma pull up to the show tonight

I'ma show you you a ho tonight

My little niggas pullin' up with poles tonight

We gon' make you a celebrity overnight

This white tee oversized this bitch gon' hide my Draco

This shit come apart like Optimus Prime then I put it back together like Legos

Feelin' like Fabo all-white Fazos chillin'

Bread come around like bagels turnin' them tables

You smutted your name out squealin'

All I hear squeakin' inside them buildings

All y'all niggas be tellin'

None of y'all records is sellin'

All y'all niggas is bitches

My niggas is felons

Y'all gotta pay for pussy

I ain't gotta pay for shit

I ain't even payin' for my sins

On God I'ma kill him again

'Til there's blood on my face

Blood on my tee

Blood on my hands

Blood on my sink

That's on Blood it's still One Blood

Nigga throwin' up Blood out the bloody '63

Flesh of my flesh blood of my blood

Arm hangin' out the window yeah nigga One Blood

You can put it on Crip I'ma put it on Blood

Don't ask me for shit 'cause you ain't my blood

Let him bluff again I will tuck you in

You ain't lookin' out for my kids don't call me twin

Flyin' up the 10 in a brand-new Benz

Laid back in a Maybach no new friends

Nigga I'm on one fuck what he be on

You niggas CB4 that I done seen before

So crawl from under your rock turn the TV on

I shot niggas on the same block you see me on

Don't make me laugh again I'll blast again I'm fast as wind

I'll run up in the trap you in and spazz again

And when I hit the net

They gon' think the whole Westside of Compton on your ass again

Yeah I'ma let the chopper blow tonight

Blacked out like a crow tonight

Cook a nigga like glow tonight

I'ma make you a celebrity overnight

This shit is poltergeist

Any way you wanna roll the dice

We gon' shoulder lean like Dro tonight

I'ma catch me a new felony overnight

I cook this shit like fentanyl

They gon' break this up like a dotted line

And I'm tied to the paper like a dollar sign

Anything to keep a nigga up outta mind

I got a California state of mind

I carry all the weight 'cause the weight is mine

I came out when this shit was dry

I paid my dues and paid the fines

For you ungrateful niggas

I can't debate with niggas

And I brought the K for niggas

'Cause I just can't be fake with niggas

Serials get scraped for niggas

I draw lead erase you niggas

Put that on God it's me against all odds

I'll pop the steerin' column on the GNX and wait for niggas

'Cause all y'all niggas be tellin'

None of y'all records is sellin'

All y'all niggas is bitches

My niggas is felons

Y'all gotta pay for pussy

I ain't gotta pay for shit

I ain't even payin' for my sins

On God I'ma kill him again

'Til there's blood on my face

Blood on my tee

Blood on my hands

Blood on my sink

That's on Blood it's still One Blood

Nigga throwin' up Blood out the bloody '63

Flesh of my flesh blood of my blood

Arm hangin' out the window yeah nigga One Blood

You can put it on Crip I'ma put it on Blood

Don't ask me for shit 'cause you ain't my blood

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