Never Can Say Goodbye
by Game

Album: L.A.X. (2008)
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  • Picture me rollin' in that bmdub
    Headed to the club
    Fresh out the Tyson fight
    Beamer all rimmed up
    Shinin' with the big homie five car caravan
    Ridin' shotgun put that chronic smoke in the air
    Me against the world is what I told my foes
    So it's me against the world til I poke them hos
    Leanin' out the window
    Flickin' ashes off the indo
    Throwin' up westside I see one of my kinfolk
    Put that blunt closer to my mouth cause only she knows
    I'm feelin' bad about that nigga we stomped out in the casino
    But fuck it, it's deathrow
    The big homie never told me that my next blow would be my fuckin' death blow
    Tell kadada I'm not ready I ain't even let my momma know
    I ain't got no kids I'm only twenty four
    Before I could let the smoke out niggas let twenty go
    The thirteen that hit the car went through the passenger door

    [Chorus: Latoya Williams]
    Never can say goodbye
    Never can say goodbye to my friends [x4]

    I love it when they call me big poppa
    I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
    Look I got's ta catch the first thing smokin' the cali
    And hit one of my bitches in the valley
    Gotta call my nigga Sean
    Tell him reserve the don
    Tell him to get the chron and the teflon
    I think they trippin' off the homie gettin' shot
    But God bless his soul, Lord knows it wasn't pop or the mafia
    Kim tell cease get the fuckin' truck
    We 'bout to hit the Wolersheim district get fucked up
    Pop bad bottles son twist up the phillies
    I'm thinkin' bout tiana these niggas is lookin' silly
    If this was Brooklyn I would ump the nine milli
    But fuck it we to the truck roll a dutch we outta phillies
    Hop in the front seat of that dark green suburban
    Heard another car swervin'
    Gun shots closed my curtains


    Layin' in this hospital bed with bronchitis I can't talk
    Walked myself in and all of a sudden I can't walk
    Iv's in my arm my wife Tomika at my legs
    Ruthless I mean records we got married on my death bed
    I can hear Jerry Heller in the hall
    But I could'nt Cube and Dr. Dre no more at all
    Through all the bullshit them niggas were my dogs
    Niggas with attitude spray painted on the walls
    I'm flatlinin' it's bad timin'
    Straight outta Compton the king of gangsta raps dyin'
    'Cause of death the aids virus
    Conspiracy I guess the government just hates violence
    They thought my group influenced the L.A. riots
    Woulda been here to see my kids grow if I stayed quiet
    Took twelve years for a real nigga to break silence
    Easy I had to let 'em know
    You could catch me cruisin' down the street in my sixty four Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind


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