20 Deep Lyrics – The Game, Mike & Keys

Read the full 20 Deep lyrics by The Game and Mike & Keys 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 Scary Times and Steppers, two other songs by The Game.

[Intro]
Snoop, Eazy, shut the fu*k up

[Verse]
First n!ggas gangbanging on the moon
In forty Chuck Taylors, so we (Twenty deep)
And we asking anybody (Where you from?)
‘Cause everywhere we go, we rolling (Twenty deep)
And I don’t know how they do it (Where you from)
But in LA
You tuck everything, rags, Rollies and the chains
This for my Crip n!ggas, Blood n!ggas, eses, Asian

My Native Americans who smoking on reservations
Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, Haitians, Jamaicans
And white girls who fu*k n!ggas on vacations
What’s bracking, n!gga? What’s cracking?
It’s The Game, put this s*it on, aw, man let me catch you up
Nate Dogg died, then Nip died (It’s one Blood)
But I still got my Crip ties
I been baptized, I been chastised
Kick the ’64 door open, this the last ride, get in
Like you call shotgun, n!gga, sit in
G-Unit, Aftermath, I ain’t never fit in
I was too sharp with the pen, too smart for my own good
Two shots of the Henn’, too short-tempered with long wind
Too misunderstood, two Glocks on him, knock on wood
‘Cause he might just go 2Pacalypse on his own hood
Patting pockets like (Where you from?)
I’m by myself, but it seem like I’m (Twenty deep)
N!gga, Compton ain’t nothing like (Where you from)
Get down or lay down
Burning to the back of your taper, I said stay down
Nose on a trey-pound longer than a greyhound
You call it LA, I call this s*it my playground
And you can take the boy out the hood
But you can’t take the hood out the homeboy
I’m back for my throne, boy

The king of my city since n!ggas got the city confused
I drill s*it ’cause I’m missing some screws
I float like a butterfly, wave when I flutter by
Sing n!ggas lullabies, soprano ’til he unalive
All I see is homicide, only thing that come to mind
Is body parts and trash bags zipped up and double-tied
Single shot and double time
I stick and I move, keep the pole like I’m fishing for food
Keep a red bandana on the mirror, hit a switch and I cruise
Switch on me, so crash out, I’m tryna get on the news
High-speed chase, on the freeway throwing hundreds out
Cedar Block, leave the spot and do it while the sun is out
Whole hood jumping out, everybody thumping out
Take the dirty pistols to Catalina, then we dump ’em out
So, n!gga, fu*k (Where you from)
Me and my n!ggas on this yacht and we (Twenty deep)
Then it’s back to the block like (Where you from?)