Start from Scratch by Marsha and The Gameالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone
Alright, the fuck are you lookin at self?
You want to piece of me?
Oh man, shit
The story of my life
[The Game]
If I could start from scratch, I wouldn't change shit
Same red bandanna, same four-fifth
Same G-wagon, same hood rat bitch
Workers in the kitchen cooking up my shit
Same telephone booth, same connect
That mean the same hollow tips breaking up in my chest
Same bloody t-shirt, same addressing
Same "Dogg Food" album banging in my tape deck
Homey if I can make '94 today
I'd tell Eazy and Dre to bring back N.W.A.
I would of told 'Pac not to stomp out Orlando
Told Puffy and Big about the Rampart scandal
I got too many dead homies, fuck a rap career
I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga Tear
Seem like we was just in Magic City yesterday
If I could bring back my homeboy Charles, he would say
[Chorus: x2]
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain of the past
If I had another chance, I would do just that
I'd give anything just to go right back
[The Game]
Homey if I could rewind the hands of time
I would of cut off the PS2 at 12:49
Nigga I'm a gangster, I stay on my grind
Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot with my own 9
I was two peeps away from a flat line
When you a +Bad Boy+ niggas don't want to see you Shyne
Dre said it's my turn, he call it Game time
23 inch Lex shinys, bitches call 'em LeBron's
I'd give my own life if I could change God's mine
Bring Baby Loony back at the drop of a dime
He let off a okay, got shot one time
That was a cool nigga, I wish he had nine lives
My brother Devon died cause he chased the cat
It's a dog eat dog world, Jesus please holla back
I got a confession to make, it's called payback
If you don't want to listen, show me where Pastor Ma$e at
[Chorus]
[The Game]
I would of told Big Will they raid every Tuesday and Thursday
When pigeons in your coup, you gotta watch where your birds lay
Would of told V to stay sober
When niggas "Beg for Mercy," that mean the beef is over
Told Meeks take the Porsche back, drive the Rover
Told Slim hit reverse on that hardtop Nova
I would of changed a couple of lines when I wrote "Soldier"
So I wouldn't have to live looking over my shoulder
My life is like a Impala, riding three-wheel motion
I been front to back, side to side
Level my six-four frame out, keep on rolling
Keep your family far away and your enemies closer
Picture this, The Source sucking Benzino's dick
Trying to be the big fish in the pond, you know how them piranhas get
You dead when that green line go flat
If you could start your life from scratch, you couldn't change that
My favourite lyrics
