Home Invasion Lyrics in English – The Game

-{Verse 1: The Game}-
Once Upon A Time, It Was A N!gga From Compton
With A Militant Mindset And An Innocent Conscience
He Got Into Some Nonsense
N!gga Jumped In The Car With A Strap Out
Just Got Done Mixing Dope In The Trap House, Black Out
Back Out, Rags Out, Stack House, Tap Out
Trigger Finger Itchy, Looking For Opps
In The City Where These N!ggas Do Not
Fu*k Around When They Holding Them Glocks
Drop The Top While You Ride In The Drop
In The Kitchen Like We Know Betty Crock’
Cook The Dope, Take It Out Of The Pot
Rock It Up Then We Back On The Block
N!ggas Jaw-Jacking While The Cars Passing
Started Jacking D!ckies, That’s Our Fashion
Turn The Lights Off When In Lost Fashion
N!ggas In The Field, Playing All Madden
Assassin, We Back-To-Back In Impalas And Cadillac
Escalate Us, Matte Black With Cactus Sticks
Hanging Out The Back Of It
N!ggas Don’t Know The Half Of It
We Come Through Like We Capping Sh!t
Ski Masking Sh!t, Click-Clack And Sh!t
All In Your Mail, Open Packages
On This Compton Sh!t, Demonish It
Chronic Kicks With Confidence, Ominous
Obviously, Probably Be High As Fu*k
And That’s Why We Tripping, I’ma Mind This Sh!t
Running Over Prominent Neighborhoods
Just To Bring Our Mama Sh!t
Dominant N!ggas Sh!t, They Gone Wish
They Left Us On The Biggest Continent
Hood Politics, The Drama Gets Sticky
Hollow Tips, I’m Letting Off Fifty
Out Of It ‘Cause I’m Riding Round Tipsy
Promise This Is Payback For Nipsey

-{Verse 2: The Game}-
Once Upon A Time, It Was A N!gga From Compton
Through A Rag In His Pocket And Start Calling It Bompton
He Was Nickel And Diming
It Was The Sign Of The Times When—
N!gga Had To Take A Deep Breath
I Tried Walking Straight Past Him
I See T-Flats And They Asking
I Got On My Kakis
My Rag Is Hanging Out The Back Under My Backpack
And All My Homies In A Casket
That’s Why I’m Standing In The Gap With This Ratchet
Tryna Get To Tams After That Walk, All The Way To Athens
So What The Fu*k Is Up? My Knuckles Up
My Daddy Always Told Me That I Had To Toughen Up
I Got My Hat Backwards And The Strap Back In
I Ain’t Had A Thought If They Was Buckled Up
I’ve Been Outside Since I Was Jumped In
In My Hood, They Call That Double Dutch
This Cedar Block Where Heaters Pop
And We Catch Fades, Come Get This Uppercut
Back Home With The Lights Off And The Roaches
Can’t Write Sh!t, Can’t Rap, Can’t Focus
Got Blunt Burns In My Grandma Sofa
I’m Hoping I Don’t End Up Hopeless
Used To Play Ball, Dribble The Rock And Fu*k Roaches
Stack Bread Whether Or Not It Got Molded
Irs Circle The Block, It’s Not Over
Ain’t Letting N!ggas Get Shot Without Motives
All Dead N!ggas’ Blocks We Drive Over
Never Look Back Or Stop For Why All Vultures
Drive Straight Over The Top Of Why All Focus
Ready Or Not, We About To Take Over
We Soldiers, Hold Them, Not Fold Them
Boulders Is Rolling Like Otis
Tempted To Take The Controller Out Your Hand
Fu*k My Composure
Windows Get Rolled Down, We Smoking
Enemies, Opps And Whoever
Outside, No Matter The Weather
Handguns Is Light As A Feather
Fly Off The Handle, You Die
No, We Ain’t Waiting To Ride
We Cop Your Slice Of The Pie
And Tell Them They Spacing The Sky

-{Verse 3}-
Once Upon A Time, It Was A N!gga From Bompton
With A Flow Like A Monster
Who Was Moving That Contraband
Damn, Why All N!ggas Is Sick
You Bet’ Not Hold Your Breath In This B!tch
Pressing The Issue, New Vet
I’ma Show You What The Sh!t Do
New Tec And It’s Military Issue
See Blood So It Definitely Hit You
Aye! Blood, What They Do With All The Tissue?
Pass Around At The Funeral, It’s Unusual
To See His Opps Standing In The Background, Laugh Now
No Pat Downs, I’m In Here With The Strap Now
Blatt, Blatt, Blatt, Brratt
It’s A Wrap, N!ggas Ain’t Coming Back
It’s A Wrap, You Can Tell Them
I Said It, N!gga Been Dead And We Still Ain’t Dead It
And The Whole Block Live, Ten Glock .9s
Everybody On They Lives, N!gga
My Team Vs. Your Team, They Don’t Want A Sofa
Tell Them Take A Dive, N!gga
Black Lives Matter, Don’t They?
But N!ggas Kill N!ggas, Won’t They?
Pull Up On The Corner
Leave You Laid Out Next To The Lady Selling Alote
It’s “Gang Gang” ’til It’s Time To Roleplay
He Was Balling At A N!gga, Oj
We In And Out And We Ain’t Have To Crochet
I’m A Small Criminal, Annie, Are You Okay?
I Was Robbing N!ggas, I Was Jacking For Beats
I Was Baldhead When My Khakis Creased
Jumping Over Fences, What The Athletes Feed?
I Was Onto Compton, I Was Packing Heat
Never Met D-Wade Yet, Never Hit The 101 Freeway Yet
In The Game But Ain’t Say Ea Yet
Outkast Ain’t Made 3k Yet
I Was In Your House, Like