Game Born in the Trap Lyrics

The R.E.D. Album Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Dr. Dre Intro
  • 2 The City
  • 3 Drug Test
  • 4 Martians vs. Goblins
  • 5 Red Nation
  • 6 Dr. Dre, Part 1
  • 7 Good Girls Gone Bad
  • 8 Ricky
  • 9 The Good, the Bad, the Ugly
  • 10 Heavy Artillery
  • 11 Paramedics
  • 12 Speakers on Blast
  • 13 Hello
  • 14 All the Way Gone
  • 15 Pot of Gold
  • 16 Dr. Dre, Part 2
  • 17 All I Know
  • 18 Born in the Trap
  • 19 Mama Knows
  • 20 California Dream
  • 21 Dr. Dre Outro
  • 22 Basic Bitch
  • I was born in the cross hairs without a pot to piss in
    Where *****s get smoked over Jordans and their Pippens
    Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York
    But life is a ***** out here, word to Too Short
    Whack was a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
    Gang banging had us addicted like it was new ports
    Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum
    Now BP connect got us praying to them holy men
    Just had a daughter homie, named her Katrina
    If I raise her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA
    Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries
    And Game still in Cali eating off the documentary
    Take em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery
    Where everybody boxed in, refrigerator Perry

    And everybody little **** up, they blame it on Barack
    'Cause he's just like T.I. born in the trap
    And everybody little **** up, they blame it on Barack
    'Cause he's just like Gucci, born in the trap
    And everybody little **** up, they blame it on Barack
    'Cause he's just like Jeezy, born in the trap
    And every little **** up, my gun she go, "crack"
    'Cause I'm just like Outkast, born in the trap

    So what's going on with you ******s?
    And what you gonna do when your swagger no longer matters?
    And your ***** ain't the baddest 'cause she in her mid-40s
    And your phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
    'Cause they running around like they was your age and you was your age
    ****ing *****es raw 'cause now the world ain't got no AIDS
    Yeah, 2050 all you *****s gold diggers
    Sucked you dry left them hickeys on you *****s
    I used to run around like you, run the town like you
    Walk my red nose and clown like you, but it got old like Betty White
    This rap **** real deep like Barry White
    Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white
    Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes
    Now I lead a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals
    Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills

    *****s still got their hands out, begging for a stack
    Just like Goodie Mob, I was born in the trap
    *****s still got their hands out, begging for a stack
    But just like Luda, I was born in the trap
    *****s still got their hands out, begging for a stack
    But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the trap
    Broke *** *****s still begging for a stack
    Take 'em to Shawty Lo, *****, learn how to trap

    **** deeper than The Roots band
    Fifteens drumming, questlove in the coupe fam
    Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
    Born by the jungle so I came with gorillas
    Since *****s dropping more dimes than we ****in'
    We out the hood, tryna get money like Pete Touchin
    Splitting backboards just to get our weed stuffed in
    The crack we cookin, we don't need ovens
    We need something to put in the mouth of our kids
    Instead of copping chains, lets fly to Chile and dig
    Go to Haiti and feed to the Bahamas and breathe
    On the way back, to my ***** Sean from Belize, you know
    Sometimes I feel like this rap **** is heaven sent
    Then I get a high, feel like it's irrelevant
    So I'm about to pop the trunk like an elephant
    And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president
    I'm 'bout to pop the trunk like an elephant
    And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president
    Told you I was gonna kill this ****, Primo

    You know rockin' with the best

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