Five Hundred Dollar Candles - The Game/Dom Kennedy
Lyrics by:Jayceon Taylor/Dom Kennedy/Cash Jones (ASCAP)/Stanley Benton
You're proud of that fact that you're you're in the gang
From Lime Hood
Why but you're proud of the fact that you're what
Why is that
Why
Yeah
'Cause I'm down
I'm down for it
'Cause I'm a true ****
I'm a true ****
I come from the heart
What-what
Why
W-w-why be in a gang
What's in it for you
What's in it
Well
You get killed
Right
Yeah
You mean some of your friends been killed
Yeah
So
For a simple cause
W-w-what's the simple cause
Of bein' a blood
On Rosecrans off Gin and juice
On Rosecrans off Gin and juice
'Round here n***as ain't got s**t to lose
Young n***as off the chain and they gettin' loose
L A n***as with the bulls**t
You better not step to me wrong
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone
39 and I'm still bangin'
Still bangin'
I can't get out if I wanted to
If I wanted to
All I did was document my life
Document my life
I ain't put that red rag in front of you
In front of you
My first album had the world lit
World lit
Hit the hood and brought the Hummer through
Hummer through
I finally got the Impala candy-painted
Candy-painted
Show you outta-towners what that Summer do
Started off with 60 n***as with me everywhere I went
120 cups inside a Summer Jam tent
I went from broke fantasizin' 'bout Christina Aquilera to
Puttin' TVs in the dash of my mama's Xterra
This is real s**t
I'm spittin' bars from the gun n***as get killed with
I had to cover my son and let that steel spit
I talked about in songs
N***as got real sick
Dre thought that I was just rappin'
I told 'em I had bodies
No cappin'
N***a
This the new Compton
2005
My whole life got live
Picture a gang member on the cover of the Vibe
Tell 'em why it's West Side
'Cause L A n***as with the bulls**t
You better not step to me wrong
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone
On Rosecrans off Gin and juice
On Rosecrans off Gin and juice
'Round here n***as ain't got s**t to lose
Young n***as off the chain and they gettin' loose
They don't put me on the set at Rollin' Loud
AK-47 only way I move the crowd
The crowd
This my life
This my life
It's more than music
A lot of n***as rap but I was born to do it
Took my mama two days to give birth
And how I repay her
Goin' through her motherf**kin' purse
Motherf**kin' purse
It's crazy how she loved me after all my dirt
N***a disrespect her
He gon' touch the earth
If it's me or my n***as
Then I'ma die first
Go on my 'Gram
Put that pic of me and DOM on some shirts
It's all fun and games 'til that Super Soaker squirt
You lost somebody you love
I know it hurt
I got two dead brothers
One dead father
A mama with a pacemaker
Two sons and a daughter
I got a lot to live for but I ain't scared to die
I got this Hennessy and my n***a DOM KENNEDY
West Side
Them L A n***as with the bulls**t
You better not step to me wrong
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone
Them L A n***as with the bulls**t
Bulls**t
You better not step to me wrong
Step to me wrong
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles
Dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone
When I'm gone
How long yeah
How long uh-huh
Yup
Straight like that
Yeah
Five hundred dollar candles
When I'm gone
Yeah
Now
Step to me wrong
Five hundred dollars candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone
Yeah
Oh
Haha
I'm gone
Yeah
Yup