Game may have won the battle with "240" but Loc held his own
"Dear Dolja you really need to gather your composure
Holla at the Doctor so you can find closure
It's over go back to being Casanova and bow down to this EC Rip ridin Soldier
Ain't from Grape but Fif got me throwing my G UP
You'se a mark that need to say sorry to "P Nut"
You took your homies to the N Y and they got served
running up on Guerillas they got nerve
I fucks with some huntas they got ?
My lil cousin Jay Rock"
"how could I be beefing with a diva that's beefin with vida"
"Got a question for your bitch ass "when the last u seen Brazil"
It ain't even you, you ain't even doing what you saying you ruined
cuz you ain't even Ruing(You ain't No Piru!)
I'm true and what I speak on these beats is my background
this lifestyle your just now pursuing"
I got a hundred young niggaz wit me hollerin' 2 c's
Wack and Pooh rider, them my niggaz from 2 p's
I smashed in the 90's and I'm running the 2G's
You ain't a gangbanger so you run in wit 2 tees
You hurricane stompin' with the flame bandana
In Compton they say you used to claim Santana
You gave that up, and really start trippin'
And yo Doja could you tell me, what made ya start strippin'?
You did change your heart, and now it's Piru
On DVD talkin like the downest Damu
But Doja, you know just as well as I do
The truth is the story that you tell is not true
Doja been Game for the last few years
tried to go from tongue rings to them tattooed tears
Stop the frontin' You ain't wit the funken at all
You really ain't nuttin' more than dunkin' a ball
Everybody knowin' you a nobody that sound like everybody flowin
You ain't got no background you talk about T.V.
If it ain't about Tupac, It's all about Easy
If it ain't about Easy, It's all about Fif and the Unit
I wonder who's listenin' to it
Jumped on Dre's dick and do nuttin to Yuckmouth
Memphis Bleek or Joe Budden
I've come to the conclusion you got to be special or retarded
How the Fuck'd you get me started
But a war with the Loc, you don't wanna try that
You steady goin' broke and gettin' butterfly tats
When 4 cent died you lost ya G side
And I just spoke with G Malone and G Ride
And they said no bullshit, it's on fo' real
You get popped, if you try to pop up on Brazil
Oh I'm from, that's just how the politics go
I got a boss from New York that knows how to get doe
I'm a Loc from L.A. that knows how to kick flow
"was spose to represent the ridas but he ran from Jigga"
"Dear Dolja you really need to gather your composure
Holla at the Doctor so you can find closure
It's over go back to being Casanova and bow down to this EC Rip ridin Soldier
Ain't from Grape but Fif got me throwing my G UP
You'se a mark that need to say sorry to "P Nut"
You took your homies to the N Y and they got served
running up on Guerillas they got nerve
I fucks with some huntas they got ?
My lil cousin Jay Rock"
"how could I be beefing with a diva that's beefin with vida"
"Got a question for your bitch ass "when the last u seen Brazil"
It ain't even you, you ain't even doing what you saying you ruined
cuz you ain't even Ruing(You ain't No Piru!)
I'm true and what I speak on these beats is my background
this lifestyle your just now pursuing"
I got a hundred young niggaz wit me hollerin' 2 c's
Wack and Pooh rider, them my niggaz from 2 p's
I smashed in the 90's and I'm running the 2G's
You ain't a gangbanger so you run in wit 2 tees
You hurricane stompin' with the flame bandana
In Compton they say you used to claim Santana
You gave that up, and really start trippin'
And yo Doja could you tell me, what made ya start strippin'?
You did change your heart, and now it's Piru
On DVD talkin like the downest Damu
But Doja, you know just as well as I do
The truth is the story that you tell is not true
Doja been Game for the last few years
tried to go from tongue rings to them tattooed tears
Stop the frontin' You ain't wit the funken at all
You really ain't nuttin' more than dunkin' a ball
Everybody knowin' you a nobody that sound like everybody flowin
You ain't got no background you talk about T.V.
If it ain't about Tupac, It's all about Easy
If it ain't about Easy, It's all about Fif and the Unit
I wonder who's listenin' to it
Jumped on Dre's dick and do nuttin to Yuckmouth
Memphis Bleek or Joe Budden
I've come to the conclusion you got to be special or retarded
How the Fuck'd you get me started
But a war with the Loc, you don't wanna try that
You steady goin' broke and gettin' butterfly tats
When 4 cent died you lost ya G side
And I just spoke with G Malone and G Ride
And they said no bullshit, it's on fo' real
You get popped, if you try to pop up on Brazil
Oh I'm from, that's just how the politics go
I got a boss from New York that knows how to get doe
I'm a Loc from L.A. that knows how to kick flow
"was spose to represent the ridas but he ran from Jigga"
