I Didn't Wanna Write This Song (Explicit) - The Game/Marsha Ambrosius
Lyrics by:Stanley Benton/Marsha Ambrosius/Dom Kennedy/Cash Jones (ASCAP)/Jayceon Taylor/Larry Blackmon
DOM KENNEDY:
Your son wonder when you comin' home
I wonder why you couldn't make it home
I wonder why they love you when you gone
I wonder if you know how much they miss you
Crenshaw now they yellin' "Crenshaw"
Crenshaw now they wearin' Crenshaw
I wonder why they love you when you gone
When you gone
Marsha Ambrosius/The Game:
I wonder if you're there right now
Right now
Ayy Dom
I wonder
Ayy this classic s**t Dom
I wonder if you're really listenin' to
What I really feel right now
This L.A. s**t
I wonder
I'm hopin' you're the peace
That'll make 'em really care right now
Throw them dubs up
But you're gone and it just isn't fair right now right now
We got the world lit
On God the work is never done
We love you Nip
The good they die young used to be my son
Even when it waivers the pain I feel is numb
Know that you were loved yeah
I didn't wanna write this song
The Game:
Didn't wanna write it so it's from the heart
Even brought your homie from Leimert Park
Smokin' papers on Vernon for the hurt
Reminiscin' you and Blacc Sam built it from the dirt
Los Angeles the gift and a curse
Focused on your neighborhood but you shifted the earth
You had the Staples Center packed like a church
Whole South Central put they hands on your hearse
I wonder if Heaven got a Slauson
You with Biggie and Pac look at you big as the bosses
Headed to a marathon look at your n***a he flossin'
Your legacy untouchable like Emani and Kross is
On the days that I'm feelin' exhausted
Think about uncle Snoop at the funeral talkin'
This type of s**t you don't see that often
Stevie Wonder singin' he can't even see your coffin
Marsha Ambrosius:
I wonder if you're free right now yeah
I wonder if you're happy are you livin' out your dreams right now
I hope the angels are givin' you your wings right now
The hardest thing that I had to sing right now
Right now right now oh God
The best was yet to come
Sometime
The good they die young
Used to be the sun even when it rains yeah
Pain I feel is numb
You'll always be loved
I didn't wanna write this song
The Game:
Ayy s**t sound like it look
All the history you made n***a I could write a book
You had the Eight Treys walkin' with the 60s
I witnessed it all you was right there with me
From Eritrea to South Central
From South Central to Brooklyn look at what you been through
Mind over matter yeah it's all mental
But I still don't trust 12 when I see 'em in my rearview
Six years ago I could of been you
Me and some of my old homies had the same issues
If I come tell God to let me in
Give 'em the room next to Aaliyah with ESPN
You got tears fallin' down the cheeks of Mexicans
You got a number in my phone I can't text again
And if they killed you they could kill Game
But I don't mind dyin' if it's gon' bring real change
Marsha Ambrosius:
Say hi to the sky now it's your turn to fly
Still we cry
Still we cry
I wish I could have protected you there
Just say hi to the sky now it's your turn to fly
Still we cry cry cry
Still we cry yeah
Cry cry I cry
Didn't wanna write this song
DOM KENNEDY/Marsha Ambrosius:
Dear rap game we can't take no more losses
Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle
King of L.A. Slauson
Clap for him clap for him
The marathon continues
I didn't wanna write this song