作词 : J. Taylor/A. Lyon/M. Valenzano/E. Montilla/D. Carter/B. Williams/D. Delgado/C. Mishan 作曲 : J. Taylor/A. Lyon/M. Valenzano/E. Montilla/D. Carter/B. Williams/D. Delgado/C. Mishan Punk-a** motherf***er, checkin' s*** What you was gonna do? Kill me in my sleep, you bi***-a** ni***? 2Pac, Biggie – shut the f*** up! F***in' dogs, barkin' and s*** (Don't shoot, don't shoot!) F*** you, ni***!
And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life
[Verse 1: The Game] Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley Take me away, like I overdosed on Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die From a block close to where Biggie was crucified That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no f***in' reason And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? ‘Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle I need some meditation so I can lead my people They askin', "Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?" And why every hood ni*** feed off evil? Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life
[Verse 2: The Game] We are not the same, I am a Martian So approach my Phantom doors with caution You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now And f*** Jesse Jackson, ‘cause it ain't about race now Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile D***, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now And like M.J.B. no more drama now Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground I spit crack, and ni***s could drive it out of town Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life
[Verse 3: The Game] Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts Listenin' to the Chronic album, playin' backwards Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice My mind f***ed up, so I cover it with a Raider hood I'm from the city that made you motherf***ers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton) Made my grandmother pray for good It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could Ain't no bars, but ni***s can't escape the hood And it took so many of my ni***s that I should hate the hood But it's real ni***s like me that make the hood Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should With the top back, in my Sox hat I'm paid in full, the ni*** Alpo couldn't stop that Even if they brought the ni*** Pac back I'd still keep this motherf***er cocked back And I'm grindin' till I'm tired ‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life
[00:00.000] 作词 : J. Taylor/A. Lyon/M. Valenzano/E. Montilla/D. Carter/B. Williams/D. Delgado/C. Mishan [00:01.000] 作曲 : J. Taylor/A. Lyon/M. Valenzano/E. Montilla/D. Carter/B. Williams/D. Delgado/C. Mishan [00:08.710]Punk-a** motherf***er, checkin' s*** [00:12.688]What you was gonna do? [00:14.460]Kill me in my sleep, you bi***-a** ni***? [00:16.094]2Pac, Biggie – shut the f*** up! [00:18.938]F***in' dogs, barkin' and s*** [00:21.591](Don't shoot, don't shoot!) [00:25.377]F*** you, ni***! [00:27.781] [00:27.913]And I'm grindin' till I'm tired [00:30.753]‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." [00:34.175]So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide [00:37.581]Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night [00:41.972]Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people [00:45.546]I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life [00:50.427]Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [00:54.349] [00:54.510][Verse 1: The Game] [00:54.868]Take me away from the hood, like a state penitentiary [00:57.580]Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley [01:00.739]Take me away, like I overdosed on [01:04.241]Or take me away, like a bullet from Kurt Cobain [01:07.655]Suicide, I'm from a windy city, like Do or Die [01:11.165]From a block close to where Biggie was crucified [01:14.517]That was Brooklyn's Jesus, shot for no f***in' reason [01:17.754]And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? [01:21.060]‘Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game, he's the equal [01:24.064]Hated on so much, Passion of Christ need a sequel [01:27.203]Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel [01:30.658]Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle [01:33.746]I need some meditation so I can lead my people [01:37.080]They askin', "Why, why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?" [01:40.399]And why every hood ni*** feed off evil? [01:43.476]Answer my question 'fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle [01:46.186]And I'm grindin' till I'm tired [01:48.562]‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." [01:52.173]So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide [01:55.290]Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night [01:59.906]Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people [02:03.136]I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life [02:08.331]Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [02:12.386] [02:12.526][Verse 2: The Game] [02:12.654]We are not the same, I am a Martian [02:16.096]So approach my Phantom doors with caution [02:19.319]You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned 'em [02:22.070]And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon [02:25.325]So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now [02:28.724]And f*** Jesse Jackson, ‘cause it ain't about race now [02:32.298]Sometimes I think about my life, with my face down [02:35.257]Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile [02:38.457]D***, I know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now [02:44.980]And like M.J.B. no more drama now [02:48.187]Livin' the good life, me and Common on common ground [02:51.849]I spit crack, and ni***s could drive it out of town [02:54.903]Got a Chris Paul mindstate, I'm never out of bounds [02:58.155]My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round [03:01.295]Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds [03:04.097]And I'm grindin' till I'm tired [03:06.682]‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." [03:09.999]So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide [03:13.347]Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night [03:17.820]Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people [03:21.156]I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life [03:26.214]Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life [03:29.857] [03:30.042][Verse 3: The Game] [03:30.186]Walk through the gates of hell, see my Impala parked in front [03:33.679]With the high beams on, me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts [03:36.946]Listenin' to the Chronic album, playin' backwards [03:39.962]Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice [03:43.192]My mind f***ed up, so I cover it with a Raider hood [03:46.429]I'm from the city that made you motherf***ers afraid of Suge (Compton, Compton) [03:50.131]Made my grandmother pray for good [03:53.160]It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could [03:56.350]Ain't no bars, but ni***s can't escape the hood [03:59.692]And it took so many of my ni***s that I should hate the hood [04:03.036]But it's real ni***s like me that make the hood [04:06.228]Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should [04:09.322]With the top back, in my Sox hat [04:12.795]I'm paid in full, the ni*** Alpo couldn't stop that [04:16.018]Even if they brought the ni*** Pac back [04:19.038]I'd still keep this motherf***er cocked back [04:22.112]And I'm grindin' till I'm tired [04:24.401]‘Cause they said: "You ain't grindin' till you tired." [04:27.894]So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide [04:31.049]Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night [04:35.611]Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people [04:38.932]I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life [04:44.107]Like what the hell am I doin' right? My life
