The Game - I Just Wanna Be Lyrics

I Just Wanna Be Song Lyrics
I Just Wanna Be by The Game Yeah, still mad bout that area, big shout contest
Still mad bout that motherf**ker hot side, how your get man?
Its nothing here to bust, its nothing to a chian,
Lets keep it funky, so Imma smoke and gase the man
Im straight to f**k up that CPT
Im stress from that FC
Still broke as a motherf**ker, still on the ground
I gotta go
That aint the right magazine, you read the wrong page
You talk about guns, nigga I just blaze
f**k the souse, its time to change
Throw no candy pain, no wide in the rain
Im a gangster, I die for the change
Is me and my BH, wont worst exchange
I pull up that black thing, if niggas wanna bang
Let em rapper on your head like do youre strange?
Take the bandela, wipe of my Louie flames
They fly to Jamaica, on that G for play
Streets is watching, them niggas wanna murder the game
Cuz I beat niggas like hot pawing in purple rain
Run up on me like the light, pay the curve on brains
Be murder in case like ex hurricanes
Lift joy and pain, nigga pay this love
Now we right and get a new work
This is church for dogs
I got a feeling
b**ch, niggas wanna blast me because Im living flashy
Haters pray on my down fall, run up and Imma punch ya
I got a feeling
Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their b**ches love me
I got a feeling
You rather see death in jail
I keep guns and chatters for bail
Im in the streets for real
You climb shout and just rap
Ya make love longs, nigga I bust that
f**k chinning, get chancy and jim
Im gangster leaning in that banz on the big chrome rings
Im a young thug, and I ride from my block
Like end up all the way Im hallin
f**k the cops, I pull out that cage pompin for a nigga that want all
Like going the mangly the mugging, you get toast in the truck
I cook tease and make hard cruff for cane
Never been the type of run , I pull the trigger and scream
And haters wanna kill baller cuz that niggas the man
Imma boos, in order Calley bay talk to
Catching and attempted the murder cage
Build on next day light lure
Then above the provide jacket landed W key, key
We young black gansters man
Wiping cheese nigga
I got a feeling
b**ch, niggas wanna blast me because Im living flashy
Haters pray on my down fall, run up and Imma punch ya
I got a feeling
Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their b**ches love me
I got a feeling
You rather see death in jail
I keep guns and chatters for bail
Fanes wanna drag down every key lower sh*t
Trick niggas wanna chase every hoer I hit
My life style is just like a Pachinko flag
f**k cheados, I try to stag casino chips
And aint nigga out there, hotters the kid
I coped back the glag in a few shots, do you read?
I push hot these and still coped East tape
Streets to Miami the hot clip clop
Gonna shop and sprees according A to Banini
23 MJ-s on them Lamborghini
Bean on my flows comes in
Dog come in, I wide get chose and them whores come in
Dog I flip cash like a ?
You aint wanna see this young nigga blast the math
You aint wanna see this young nigga flash the stocks
I got big money bags, might satisfy
I got a feeling
b**ch, niggas wanna blast me because Im living flashy
Haters pray on my down fall, run up and Imma punch ya
I got a feeling
Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their b**ches love me
I got a feeling
You rather see death in jail
I keep guns and chatters for bail
I got a feeling