when the chips are down
Yeah (Yeah)
These niggas wanna see me cause of the way I shine
But it ain't that easy to get mine, you get your ass laid down
(Down)
The paint is peelin'
(Down)
When the chips are down
(Down)
You gotta lose all feelin'
(Down)
Your head goes round and round
Funny how the world revolves around my clique
'Cause just a year ago a nigga ain't have shit
Me and my right hand shared the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I aired The Game out wit'
It's amazin' the way the boy came out quick
For that platinum niggas'll blow your brain out, shit
I'm the new nigga the others can't stand
The rubber band man be god damned if I can
Let another nigga feel my spot
If a nigga steal from me, it's the steel I pop
I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill, I'm not
Won't stop lettin' that steerin' wheel peel the block
(Down)
The paint is peelin'
(Down)
When the chips are down
(Down)
You gotta lose all feelin'
(Down)
Your head goes round and round
(Down)
The paint is peelin'
(Down)
When the chips are down
(Down)
You gotta lose all feelin'
(Down)
Your head goes round and round
Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement
Nah, I borrowed his G-Units to walk through the Matrix
I'm signed to the doctor, I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent, now I got a face-lift
Magazines wanna know where the fuck L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001, I was playin' my PlayStation
Heard 9 shots; I'm faced down with my heart pacin'
All I could think about was hidin' my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out that coma, police waitin' for a statement
(Down)
The paint is peelin'
(Down)
When the chips are down
(Down)
You gotta lose all feelin'
(Down)
Your head goes round and round
(Down)
The paint is peelin'
(Down)
When the chips are down
(Down)
You gotta lose all feelin'
(Down)
Your head goes round and round
Pass the weed, let a nigga get into his zone
Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I'm grown, millionaires in my cell phone
A year past now, god dead and L gone
And I’m sick, bought a chopper with a long clip
So think about that before you make ya songs, dick
Or lose a limb
Please don’t get me confused with him
'Cause I’m down to go a whole round, lose or win
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride
Every strip, block, the projects is on my side
I’m ghetto calm, about a hundred grand on my arm
Sick watch, another hundred grand on my charm
Broke nigga
(Down)
The paint is peelin'
(Down)
When the chips are down
(Down)
You gotta lose all feelin'
(Down)
Your head goes round and round
(Down)
The paint is peelin'
(Down)
When the chips are down
(Down)
You gotta lose all feelin'
(Down)
Your head goes round and round