Geezus Songtext
von The Game

What do we think of The Game, by the way, as an artist?
Like he′s been around 20 years now
I think he can rap
Like I always thought, The Game could rap
Like, what do we think when we think of hip-hop, 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 the 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 while y′all dickridin'
When you from the Westside, you ain′t gotta pick sides

If I can't catch him now, catch him on the flipside
Fuck around, clear the block when a nigga this high
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, car 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 is 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 (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 'em 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 to ten in a brand-new Benz
Laid back in the Maybach, no new friends
Nigga, I'm on one, fuck what he be on
You niggas see before 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 run up in the trap you in
And spaz again, and when it 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′ show the 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 out of 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 sprayed for niggas
I draw lead, erase you niggas
Put that on God, it′s me against all odds
I'll pop the steering 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 (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 'em 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