Sticks Lyrics – The Game

Read the full Sticks lyrics by The Game from the album The Documentary III along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy The Game’s music, you can also explore No Brakes and 20 Deep, two other songs by The Game.

[Intro]
Any corner, any street, any town, King Street, no boy can this way
A weh dem wan do, come violate we
Yo, you see where we come from?
We make boy family can’t find them
(Manesh on the beat)

[Pre-Chorus: The Game]
Telephone ringing, what the fu*k them n!ggas say?
They don’t want no smoke ’cause them killers on the way
Telephone ringing, what the fu*k them n!ggas say?
Put them handguns up, n!gga, we ain’t come to play

[Chorus: The Game]
We bring the sticks (Pow, pow, pow)
We in the sticks (Pow, pow, pow)
With the sticks
They tryna pin it on us but it won’t stick (Pow, pow)
It won’t stick

[Verse 1: The Game]
Hello?
Y’all n!ggas ain’t gon’ kill s*it
I’ve been banging 30 years and I’m still lit
Your Glock got that thang on it? Fu*k that lil’ s*it
My granny was the first b!tch with a real switch
I made Chris Brown a blood, that’s something y’all gotta deal with
So let Chris Rock or I’ll smack the fu*k out y’all Will Smith
And that’s real s*it
I ain’t no actor
Ask around Bompton, they gon’ tell you he a factor
They gon’ tell you he ain’t rap type, tell you he be tripping
That he pop up off the blue, they ain’t gon’ say that he was cripping
Uh-uh, never was, never will be
And that right there make a fu*king crip kill me, mm
But my cousin ain’t gon’ stand for it
He from Avalon and they be strapped like Jansports

To live and die in L.A, fu*k you laying for it?
Choppa riding shotgun, fu*k I need my hands for?
You outside? So is the homicide
So is the crash-outs and the YNs, they tryna die
For better words, it’s gon’ be a long summer
So tell the grim reaper he calling the wrong number

[Pre-Chorus: The Game]
Telephone ringing, what the fu*k them n!ggas say?
They don’t want no smoke ’cause them killers on the way
Telephone ringing, what the fu*k them n!ggas say?
Put them handguns up, n!gga, we ain’t come to play

[Chorus: The Game]
We bring the sticks (Pow, pow, pow)
We in the sticks (Pow, pow, pow)
With the sticks
They tryna pin it on us but it won’t stick (Pow, pow)
It won’t stick

[Verse 2: The Game]
To whom it may concern, keep my name out your mouth
And I’ma do my best to keep the gang out your house
‘Cause I’m bang the fu*k out
Stay in your lane, run your route
‘Fore I remember who I am and pull them thangs out the couch
I swear to God, I feel like I was born at the wrong time
‘Cause n!ggas don’t stand on business like I stand on mine
So fu*k friends, it’s just me and this chrome ‘9
Don’t make me clik it like I’m done with this phone time, n!gga
I’ve been smoking black and mild since a child
So run your fu*king fouls ’cause pu*sy n!ggas out of style
Caught them lacking, what’s happening?
Where your homies at now?
N!gga reached in his jacket, hit him with the (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
Kick that n!gga leg
Pat his pockets
Make sure that n!gga dead
Flip that n!gga over
Now he tryna crawl
With his phone in his hand
Who the fu*k you gon’ call?

[Pre-Chorus: The Game]
Telephone ringing, what the fu*k them n!ggas say?
They don’t want no smoke ’cause them killers on the way
Telephone ringing, what the fu*k them n!ggas say?
Put them handguns up, n!gga, we ain’t come to play

[Chorus: The Game]
We bring the sticks (Pow, pow, pow)
We in the sticks (Pow, pow, pow)
With the sticks
They tryna pin it on us but it won’t stick (Pow, pow)
It won’t stick