Scheme Lyrics – The Game, DJ Drama

Read the full Scheme lyrics by The Game, DJ Drama, Mike & Keys and O.T. Genasis 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 Just Like Me and So Contagious, two other songs by The Game.

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Now, if you ask me (Truthfully)
S*it’s been soft since the West came through and crushed the buildings
Oh, well

[Verse 1: The Game]
It’s the impossible, ghetto gospel, flow colossal
Out LaBrea Tar Pits with tennis shades on the fossils
Get hostile, red Impala hitting the pothole
Three-wheel motion with chronic up in my nostrils
I hit a ’64 switch with my eyes closed
Hit the 110 whenever the four-five close

I’m serious, when my bandana bleed
It’s like a b!tch having cramps the first day of her period
Weak-ass n!ggas tryna infiltrate the town
Dealing Jeromey, it’s like I’m riding with Dogg Pound
When I’m in New York, I got the craziest hoes
N!ggas in every borough, far as the radius goes
When I’m in the A, I’m Mr. Keep-A-B!tch-On-Her-Toes
And cop a cold with two chains wrapped in infinite gold
But in the city, we want every stitch in your clothes
Run your motherfu*king pockets since you tricking on hoes

[Chorus: The Game]
LA, LA, big city of schemes
And everything in LA ain’t always what it seems
You might be fooled if you playing out of bounds
Same rules in every city, stick to ’em in your town
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
You got your flag on? (Yeah, I got it, blood)
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
‘Cause these n!ggas got the city fu*ked up

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis]
N!ggas talking ’bout the politics
Got an NY hat, two N’s, I’m from Naughty Crip
All my n!ggas level four, I know they proud of this

Real shooter, wide eyes, know I hardly miss
Wear a seatbelt, a n!gga gon’ crash out
Got too many points, he probably gon’ max out
Talking ’bout s*it that I know he ain’t
He a shooter in the street, but a b!tch in the holding tank
Four-man cell, I’m in Denver row
See Jugg in my bunk, I’ma let him know
I’m a set tripper, big Cripper, ho flipper
Olde English 4-0 sipper
Cuz, try to play me like a Genesis
Sock him in the jaw, let the lil’ homies finish him
Cuz, I take this bottle to the face
Then I’m sliding everything, put the city on skates

[Chorus: The Game]
LA, LA, big city of schemes
And everything in LA ain’t always what it seems
You might be fooled if you playing out of bounds
Same rules in every city, stick to ’em in your town
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
You got your flag on? (Yeah, I got it, blood)
You got your wag on? (Yeah, I got it, cuh)
‘Cause these n!ggas got the city fu*ked up

[Outro: DJ Drama]
(Gangsta Grizzillz)