Game California Dream 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'm at the house bout to roll this kush up
    I can get a call at any minute, so I'm just doing push-ups
    Waiting on what seems to be forever
    I burned a hole in my Polo sweater 'cause I was nervous
    But hat's how crazy birth is, loading up this Beretta
    'Cause this time I'm having a baby girl
    So it's whatever, whenever whatever

    You my willow and it's my will to make this last forever
    First thing I'ma tell her, daddy's your umbrella
    Give her the glass slipper Cali, you my Cinderella
    Gotta be a dream, hold up, that's your middle name
    Both your brothers big now, so baby you my little Game
    Who gon' be the Godfather? Swizz? Lil Wayne?
    Hey y'all smoke too much but got Cali tatted on his veins
    And I just got a text from your mama
    Saying the water burst, I guess it's time for my comma

    You walk through the door, she on the ground crying
    She don't wanna get up, you had a baby right here
    I ain't cleaning that **** up
    I finally got her out the house, now we on the elevator
    She screaming, her left the car seat, but I'ma tell her later
    Forget the car seat, man, I'm hella-faded
    She like "I know you ain't high!"
    ****, "I'm celebrating"

    Now we in the car, she won't put on her seat belt
    Screaming at the top of her lungs,"God, I need help!"
    Weaving through traffic, minutes between contractions
    Close your eyes right now, and you can see it happening
    Imagine she pulling on me "Stop I'm about to crash, ****!"
    Butterflies in my stomach, heart beating fast as ****
    Every time I have a kid, it's like the first time
    Kids the best, but they be coming at the worst times
    Now we here, Tiff get in the wheelchair
    Them butterflies still here, am I happy? Hell yeah

    I parked the car, now I'm running through the halls lost
    Trying to figure out which one of these rooms is ours
    Think, think damn one of the nurses stuck their head out
    They gave her an epidural so I pulled the couch bed out
    Took a nap, woke up, they almost got the head out
    She grabbing on the rails, looking like she about to pass out
    Told her to breathe, grab my phone and hit record
    "Breathe, one, two, three, four, one more, two, three, four

    "Push, c'mon T, push! God damn it, just push!"
    Nurse Linda coaching her, Doctor Umbar pulling on shoulders
    Giving me the notion to cut the umbilical cord
    She out, eight pounds four ounces, Sam stop the beat
    Hold up, I'm about to make an announcement,
    "See, every time a child is born somebody leave the world
    So I thank the woman who gave her life for my baby girl"

    "Hey mars turn the beat down a little so I can share my experience"

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