Alameda - The Game

Alameda, Alameda

Alameda, Alameda

Alameda, Alameda

Alameda, Alameda

Nigga pause when you see us

Fat red laces in them Grant Hill Filas

Young misfits, born underachievers

Mama couldn’t feed us, white sheets when you leave us

We be fucking with hood rats, gang bang divas

One braiding hair, one lacing my Adidas

Looking at them train tracks, niggas scared to cross 'em

Them same fucking train tracks run all the way to Slauson

Running from the T-Flats, tryna keep 'em off us

Look over my shoulder, pray to God that I lost 'em

Bust ninas and toss 'em, screaming out what what

Westside Compton, nigga we don’t give a fuck fuck

Nigga preach, dead in the coffin

Let the preacher praise, paramedics bring us off

Nigga rest in peace, blowing reefer

Cedar Block Bompton Piru, that’s on my see through

YG blowing speakers, riding down

Alameda, Alameda

Alameda, Alameda

Alameda, Alameda

Alameda, Alameda

Cedar Block Bompton Piru, that’s on my see through

YG blowing speakers, riding down

Alameda, Alameda

Alameda, Alameda

Alameda, Alameda

Alameda, Alameda