A Week Ago, Part 1
The Game
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Hey Clue turn me up a little bit
The mic and the headphones (A Week Ago Part 2)
All the way up
It's a true story (The Game)
Listen close y'all, Clue!
It all started off as a dream, me and you
In the hood sellin' rocks never thought I would see it through
I was just a hood nigga sellin' crack with deflated hoop dreams
You can't see it by the way the Bentley coupe gleam
I'm fresh out, just tryin' to keep my shoes clean
While you on TV doin' your one-two thing
On BET sittin' 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 (censored)
This rap shit'll leave you scarred
And through it all, you are my ghetto superstar
(No sleepin', tossin', turnin')
(I never thought the tables were turnin')
(For seven days my heart's still burnin')
('Cause it was all just good a week ago)
(Took a chance and now I'm learnin')
(Real talk, my faith will determine)
(For seven days my heart's still burnin')
('Cause it was all just good a week ago)
It's funny what seven days can 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 and P.F. changed
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 dodgin' police
Now we in the studio, heads bobbin' to beats
First Jay and Beyonce 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 sleepin', tossin', turnin')
(I never thought the tables were turnin')
(For seven days my heart's still burnin')
('Cause it was all just good a week ago)
(Took a chance and now I'm learnin')
(Real talk, my faith will determine)
(For seven days my heart's still burnin')
('Cause it was all just good a week ago)
I had dreams of lovin' a R&B chick
But I had no idea the shit feel like this
If I told Dre he wouldn't believe this shit
Me and you at the movies holdin' hands, watchin' Hitch
And even though we both got a lot at risk
We in D.C. eatin' chicken on a college bench
To my condo in L.A., slapboxin' with
Daddy's little girl, make her keep a Glock in the whip
Now is it that irate that a nigga could relate
To us holdin' each other down on our first date
You remind me of my nigga ridin' state to state
She ain't worried about my digits 'cause we both got cake
You made yours singin', made mine off weight
Nigga reach, take five shots from a.38
And murder was the case that they gave me
(No sleepin', tossin', turnin')
(I never thought the tables were turnin')
(For seven days my heart's still burnin')
('Cause it was all just good a week ago)
(Took a chance and now I'm learnin')
(Real talk, my faith will determine)
(For seven days my heart's still burnin')
('Cause it was all just good a week ago)
DJ Clue, The Professional
Hurricane, Mario Winans
Gangstas need love too
This song is dedicated to, hahaha
The baddest bitch in the game
She know who she is
DJ Clue, Professional Part 3
Y'all know what it is, haha