Game - Bang Along

I’ma take these niggas back, man…back to them number four Jordans nigga them shits was suede you remember them motherfuckers? We had the number four Jordans, man. When them shits got old we couldn’t afford no new ones, man, so we went to motherfuckin Payless and got that black shoe polish. We put so much shoe polish on them motherfuckers tryin to keep ‘em shiny black but them motherfuckers turned leather. Or like when the motherfuckin ice cream truck nigga came through, I remember the nigga name, it was Hector, man. And he’d come through in the ice cream truck and had all the motherfuckin stickers on the ice cream truck, like he’s just ballin crazy out the game, this nigga got stickers of…motherfuckin ice cream sandwiches, strawberry shortcake, UFOs, motherfuckin big sticks, then you ask this nigga “do he got any of them motherfuckers he talkin bout?” And all he got is now’n’laters. What the fuck you in the ice cream truck for then Hector?!?!

I like the outro of this best of all, mostly because I think Game is more intelligent and sentimental than he’d dare let on in his West Coast gangsterisms and Dr. Dre idolatry, but the beat here is incredible and there’s a pretty flawless balance of pathos and alpha-dog-internalized-torment.