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The Cookout (Explicit) - The Game/Larry June
Composed by：The Game/Larry June
Produced by：Tommy Brown/Sndtrak/Beatbutcha
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First you get a lot of love but it come with the hate
I just heard some fucked up shit the other day like come on
Damn uh
I done gave niggas ways to make it shake
But I learned everything in this life you can't say
At all
It's blood in the streets a good time to save
A good time to
Good time to bond a good time to change
Numbers
Adjust to the game that don't make a nigga fake
Real niggas make it home and make sure they fam' straight
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Times got tricky mind didn't change
My mind
Long drive alonе did it for the pape'
Numbers
Did it out of desperation did it for the chase
Made it out safe now every day I pray
'Cause I really understand that this life shit'll break you
For real
Street shit just a situation that'll take you
Take you
Away from your family
Your family
Away from that pape'
That pape'
Away from yourself
Yourself
Now here come depression
I fuck with LA like I fuck with the Bay
I got spots in both hand wops and K's Uh
Porsche and a valet Uh order me a filet
Make a million with Game then pavé the chain
Damn life is great
Ayy welcome to the cookout
All the gangsters the hustlers and the crooks out
Homies in the front shit somebody gotta look out
While I'm in the back with my brains getting took out
Ayy gold on the grill
Welcome to a place where all the hoes wanna chill
Yeah the soundtrack to some real shit
Money falling out the sky yeah we real rich
Pulling up in old-school Benzes
Hopping out G-Wagons on twenty inches
Oh and did I mention?
All this 'cause we was dreamin' in the trenches
Everything golden like the state
Whole lot of love fuck out of here with that hate
To live and die in LA but my second home is the Bay
Larry June before his time like we did this in May
Now shoo fly go away
Two classic-ass niggas homie let us be great
While breakfast getting served on preheated plates
Biggie in the background cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Out in Mykonos let's make a toast the great escape
You know you made it when you can't understand what the waiter say
Yadadamean?
Like fuck what a hater say
What's a knockoff Air Force One to a Bathing Ape?
Gorilla shit like when 50 dropped"Back Down"
Nigga we came too far to turn back now
And what that nigga Pac say? Oakland to Sac Town
The Bay Area and back down give me love
Ayy welcome to the cookout
All the gangsters hustlers and the crooks out
Homies in the front shit somebody gotta look out
While I'm in the back chopping game with my gold out
Ayy gold on the grill
Welcome to a place where all the hoes wanna chill
Hoes wanna chill
Uh the soundtrack to some real shit
Money falling out the sky yeah we real rich
Real rich
Pulling up in old-school Benzes
Hopping out G-Wagons on twenty inches
Oh and did I mention?
All of this but we got it out the trenches
