Pop- pop off! Say you know me on the outside You never see the inside, okay... Okay It's sick, it's such a long time Walkin' down a thin line, okay... Okay! (chorus) I won't go down! I won't go down! I see my life and where I've been I staying here with all my friends I won't go down! I won't go down! I see the way it's gonna end I'm never gonna give in... Now you're asking about the inside Talking about the lost time, okay... Okay I keep thinking like I'm big time, Trying to mess with your mind, okay... Okay! (chorus) ((The Game:)) We're going front, back, side to side Sixt tre (meaning 63) impala, thats how gangstas ride Turn the music up let the hood rock and throw your muthafuggin hands in the air like we at woodstock The streets is talkin, you know you heard the name The kid that rocks white crowds like Kurt Cobain Chuck Taylor and The Prom Kings, The Game that crossed over Now I'm sitting on the throne like the Game that lost hova Used to get money like Guns 'n Roses Still getting rock money but guns and holsters And when the nights over I'm wearing the crown I'm the king of L.A. and I ain't never going down (chorus ×2) Yo! Chuck Taylor! Show 'm how we ride on the West Coast. Ha! (The Game) We goin front, back, side to side Front, back, side to side We goin' front, back, side to side