Listen to Can't Get Right (feat. K. Roosevelt) by The Game

Can't Get Right (feat. K. Roosevelt)

The Game

Hip-Hop/Rap

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THE GAME CANT GET RIGHT FEAT K ROOSEVELT
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Daphne Chen
Daphne Chen
Violin
Eric Gorfain
Eric Gorfain
Violin
K. Roosevelt
K. Roosevelt
Vocals
Lauren Chipman
Lauren Chipman
Viola
Lincoln Cleary
Lincoln Cleary
Piano
Richard Dodd
Richard Dodd
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
Kevin Moore
Kevin Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Geoff Gibbs
Geoff Gibbs
Recording Engineer
Ruben Rivera
Ruben Rivera
Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I bumped Ether, bumped Takeover Seein' Jay and Nas on stage was hip-hop's makeover And that very day you knew niggas was born Tyler the Creators, Drake, J. Coles, and Big Seans Time for the world to pay homage Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit If you ain't fuck, then you ain't get your dick wet I see your little chain I see your little dreads, tryin' to be a Lil Wayne, shit I used to wanna be a little Hov Started with a little rock, got me a little stove Made a little money, bought me a little Rov' Paid cash money like I was from Hollygrove Sold ten mill, everybody know my name now Thinkin' back, it's a motherfuckin' shame how Biggie got killed and Pac got murked Sometimes I gotta step in the church, cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell As the blood spills from my pen It's time to confess my sins, cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell I smoke weed, pop pills, but I'm thinkin' it's time for me to chill Cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell I'm tryin' to get some head tonight, have a stripper in my bed tonight But I ain't tryin' to go to hell Father forgive me, cause I ain't perfect No, no no no Why is everything wrong? Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right Dre promised me records, I never got 'em That's why I had nightmares that a nigga shot him For all my albums missed records Felt he shitted on me for Kendrick, recorded diss records And Kendrick, my nigga, put him on his first mixtape I pop champagne when I heard he was with Dre And I'm tellin' y'all this true story cause I'm real Dre, first time, hearing 'bout it, wonder how he feel Cause I feel like shit severin' the relationship The only doctor I knew to make all of his patients rich Snoop, Pac, Em, 50 Me, K. Dot, watch us do a 360 Plus The Documentary saved me from penitentiaries I ain't trippin', niggas been disloyal for centuries Finally got the crown, this motherfucker meant for me Funny how you do your top 5's and don't mention me Fuck 'em all Father forgive me, cause I ain't perfect No, no no no Why is everything wrong? Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right See I been spendin' these late nights On girls I never seen gettin' Constantly intoxicated Only God could save me, yeah With 'em by the sunrise One day everyone dies That's the way the story goes But now, I can't feel my heart But I just keep ridin', ridin' Feel so numb, numb, oh yeah Father forgive me, cause I ain't perfect No, no no no Why is everything wrong? Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right
Writer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Kevin Roosevelt Moore Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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