Hey, Clue, turn me up a little bit
Mic and the headphones
A week ago- All the way up
...
Part two
It's a true story
The Game
Listen to Coach, y'all
Clue
It all started off as a dream, me and you
In the hood selling rocks, never thought I would see it through
I was just a hood nigga selling crack with deflated hoop dreams
You can't see it by the way the Bentley coupe gleam
I'm fresh out, just trying to keep my shoes clean
While you on TV doing your one-two thing
On BT sitting by Free in them blue jeans
Is the reason I waited for you like true fiends
Fast-forward, relationship in full swing
News headlines read, "Game got a new fling." I got a new queen
And after what happened at Hot 97, it's time for a new team
Get Jacob on the phone, cop some new bling
Can't be affiliated if he snitched on...
This rap shit'll leave you scarred
And through it all, you are my ghetto superstar
No sleeping, tossing, turning
I never thought the tables were turning
But seven days, my heart still burning
'Cause it was all just good a week ago
Took a chance and now I'm learning
A real dog, my faith was determined
For seven days, my heart still burning
'Cause it was all just good a week ago
It's funny what seven days could change
From the Dreams video to a box at the Wizards game
I give my heart, my house, and this chain
Just to see your face when the roses came
You wanted me to meet your family, I'm on the next plane
To eat dinner with you, Pops at PF Changs
He said he would die for you, I told him I'd do the same
And I seen it in his eyes, he could feel my pain
I told you I had a son, you wanted to know his name
Harlem, but the fans call him Baby Game
Before his birth, I was against all odds in the streets
Me, Little Mike, and Face dodging police
Now we in the studio, heads bobbing to beats
First Jay and Beyoncé, then Nas and Kelis
Same night I told your pops I would give you the world
I was your LL, you was my around-the-way girl
No sleeping, tossing, turning
I never thought the tables were turning
But seven days, my heart still burning
Fat Joe, Jimmy H
'Cause it was all just good a week ago
Took a chance and now I'm learning
That nigga Diddy
Real talk, my faith was determined
Lord, tell 'em
But seven days, my heart still burning
'Cause it was all just good a week ago
Come on
I had dreams of loving an R&B chick
But I had no idea this shit felt like this
If I told Dre, he wouldn't believe this shit
Me and you at the movies holding hands, watching Hitch
And even though we both got a lot at risk
We in DC eating chicken on a college bench
To my condo in LA, slapboxing with Daddy's
Little girl, make her keep a Glock in the whip
Now, is it that I rate that a nigga could relate
To us holding each other down on our first date?
You remind me of my nigga riding state-to-state
She ain't worried about my digits 'cause we both got cake
You made yours singing, made mine off weight
Nigga reach, take five shots from a.38
And murder was the case that they gave me
No sleeping, tossing, turning
I never thought the tables were turning
But seven days, my heart still burning
'Cause it was all just good a week ago
Took a chance- DJ Clue, Den of Stones
...
And now I'm learning
Real talk, my faith was determined
Professional 3
But seven days, my heart still burning
'Cause it was all just good a week ago
DJ Clue, the professional
Hurricane
Mario Winans
Gangsters need love too
This song is dedicated to...
The baddest bitch in the game
She know who she is
DJ Clue
Professional part three
Y'all know what it is
