Letras:
Juego Untold Story

: {*scratched: "Livin in Compton, California C-A"*} Charlie O, drop that hot shit [The Game] Motherfucker it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit

: [The Game] Huh, niggaz think they got the game sewed, yeah right I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes If the Navi outside, I might be there Black

: Sometimes I wonder Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come out Man we strugglin, it's hard sometimes, but Tomorrow's better than yesterday

: [10 second instrumental to open] [The Game] Aight Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game I come from the hub and every ghetto

: Yeah... Yeah man we them niggaz everybody talkin 'bout Hey yo, yo [Verse One] Whether it's, chips or whips or bricks of 'caine I still shine at the

: [Chorus] Drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just box Nigga just drop ya thangs and just

streets are so skanless Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents Life stories

: [The Game] Niggaz don't really want it, just talkin out the side of they neck How many gangsters you know, ain't scared of death That's why I, ride

: (feat. Blue Chip) [The Game] I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop Cats tellin jokes at them car games Seen big face hundreds