The Game Ft. Ab-Soul – Dollar and a Dream Lyrics

(Intro – The Game)
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town ni**as gon ride tonight
They say them Tree Top ni**as gon ride tonight
They say them Grape Street ni**as gon ride tonight
They say them Bounty Hunter ni**as gon ride tonight
They say them 6-0 ni**as gon ride tonight
They say them Cedar Block ni**as gon ride tonight
Them 1-9-0 ni**as gon ride tonight
They say them Timberland ni**as gon ride tonight
They say them Campanella ni**as gon ride tonight
Who gon ride tonight, who gon die tonight
Started with a dollar and a dream
Started with a dollar and a dream

(Verse 1 – The Game)
We did it for the West, motherf***er, like Kanye
Ni**as get stretched out on
Got three thousand stacks, I ain’t talking bout Andre
I put it on your head, I ain’t talking no toupee
See I stayed the same, ain’t go weird like Lupe
Squeeze on this trigger like ain’t no more toothpaste
You ain’t gon do s**t bi**h, of course I is
You want this money, you gon have to drive the course I did
I got that weight foundry, talking bout the Porsche out here
You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the courtside is
How a ni**a with a rojo rag end up in Soho
Bag, any b**ch walking with a solo swag
You think you balling in that four do Jag? Nah
In Tom Fords with a MK bag? nah
Give you a bird’s eye view of the streets
Ni**a, welcome to Compton, take you to Carson next week
Ab-Soul

(Chorus – The Game)
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hanging, slanging crystal
I said you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream
Look at me now, look at me now
Started with a dollar and a dream

(Verse 2 – Ab-Soul)
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
How the hell I did it? I let God ad lib it
I put that on Leetwood, I ain’t lying one sentence
Bi**h, I started with a dollar and a dream
We went from helping old ladies with their groceries at Alpha Beta
For a couple quarters to a baby hustling something major
We had to grow up sooner or later, but
I’m so Del Amo, my mama still stay off Anna Lee
Carson across my belly, I prove you lost already
Roccett my big brother, Bishop let the door crack
Game took me on my first tour, now look where we at
In the studio getting paid to reflect on that
Documenting true facts
Not to mention this the Documentary 2 too
You do the addition in ballerina shoes
Enough with the clever raps, it’s more important than that
I put my city on the map, ni**a
Yeah, I really put my city on the map
I mean, when the last time you heard Carson on the track, ni**a?
Let alone when they calling out stomping grounds on the West
I’ll wait
Yeah, that’s what I thought, I’m the best, ni**a
This the new West, ni**a, respect that
It’s Top Dawg, all I’m missing is the red hat
But don’t question what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I’m guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all on fresh Supreme Chuck Taylors today
And then I got a call from Chuck Taylor, I’m saying
The game ain’t changed, we still changing the game
Soul!

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – The Game)
My first album was a set up
I was the little ni**a Pac was talking to
When he said keep your head up
Cause he knew what I would be facing after his demise
Jayceon had to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I’m the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary Blige
Hopped up in that enterprise, had to stop a genocide
Went from underdog to watching Top Dawg and Kendrick rise
Now tell me can I testify, pull over trying to rest for 5
On a block, no tint on the Wraith left these kids mesmerized
They ask me how I did it, how I got it
Say I’m king you looking brolic
I put them weights down start practicing lyrical exercise
Tell me who the next to die, probably who the next in line
They got me battling ghost cause I’m the illest one alive
That’s word to Pac, Pun, Biggie, why I stand as my city
It’s wise to run a train, you couldn’t f**k with me
Ever since I saved my coast, it’s been born again
If I ain’t s**t then who the king of California then?
Who could out rap me?
Now think about if the same ni**a you bout to say can run up and out-strap me, yeah
Out trap me, yeah, out gat me
I mean think about it, exactly
Speaking matter of factly I’m down playing that actually
Call me Game I ain’t one still I get paid like an athlete
Do the math after the math, Doc two in the bag
Lived up to expectations, Dre took me first in the draft
Now who the f**k want what
Nobody survives so look alive when them Impalas in the cut

(Repeat Chorus)