Twisted Lyrics – The Game
If I love, I love, I love you
If I love, I love, I love, I love you
My little niggas come through drillin’ ***
You know how many times I try to talk ’em out of killin’ ***?
But they don’t listen to me, they listen to NBA YoungBoy
Said “I’ll never be broke again”, and I love ’em, they my young boys It’s Compton, ***, where everybody got heat
Even Walmart came through and swept stepped on the Compton swap meet
We lost niggas, and we found niggas
We swim through rival neighborhoods until we drown, ***
And we don’t need your [?] for *** pipes, we got them. ***
I know glass balls who braid hair in the bottoms, ***
I know smokers that still alive, after bad drugs
I know some jakes that never made it out that bathtub
I know some niggas, masked up, ready to blast up
Tryna decide between food and chronic, down ’till they last tub
*** where you from, take off, don’t even ask ’cause
I used to save niggas, now that car in was smashed blood
I’m twisted
Heart is liquor in my system got me twisted
Ridin’ through Inglewood, backwoods gettin’ twisted
Boutta pull up to the jungles and get twisted
.30 on my lap, ’cause you niggas got me twisted
It’s still *** my brother, and I just made up with my sister
Nightmares on Elm Street, so I wake up to my pistol
In the backyard with my oldest son, he can’t get the silencer on his ***
Lil’ *** you got it twisted
We don’t leave the house without the hammer
*** it look like sayin’ The Game dead on your camera phone, slow down
You gotta move in slow motion, like a plane from the ground
I seen all four oceans, I run with felons
The good fellas, bulletproof umbrellas, ***
Ain’t nobody tellin’, and ain’t nobody sellin’, we don’t trust you niggas
Shoot shadows over the roaches, we’d crush you niggas, step
Over niggas, like A.I. do
You’ll be lookin’ up at conrows like Tyronn Lue
We send *** to your section just to spy on you
Ring camera on the text, I got my eye on you
We don’t switch sets, never have, never will
Certified gangstas, ***, bandanas is dip set
Killer Cali’, ***, lil’ Uzi’s, big sweats, tri-ads, SA’s, Bloods and them Crip sets, twisted
Heart is liquor in my system got me twisted
Ridin’ through Inglewood, backwoods gettin’ twisted
Boutta pull up to the jungles and get twisted
.30 on my lap, ’cause you niggas got me twisted
It’s still *** my brother, and I just made up with my sister (If I love, I love, I love you )
Nightmares on Elm Street, so I wake up to my pistol
In the backyard with my oldest son, he can’t get the silencer on his *** (If I love, I love, I love, I love you)
Lil’ *** you got it twisted
If I love, I love, I love you
If I love, I love, I love, I love you
If I love, I love, I love you
If I love, I love, I love, I love you