Keep on trying, 
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) 
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) 
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) 
C, C, Can't hold me 

Verse 1. 
This is dope boy music, American Dream 
we let them choppers sing like that little [bad word] Dream 
No Auto-tune unless I'm tunning out the burrough 
Flying through ya borough, (Red) Camaro 
I had 'em shook like coach on Reggie Bush 
With that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me push 
I used to get my [bad word] wooped for listenin to spice 1 
On the court, game point, fade away, nice one 
same court where the fiends get they white from 
hustle till the [bad word] 
crouch down low, with a pocket full of money 
shooting dice in my white 1's 
roll another seven of the night on my white 1's 
I had a jumper, plus I was pumpin 
Moms and pops was both gangsters any drama I will slump 'em 
How the [bad word] you think I got the name Game 
Same way them Lakers got all of them [bad word] rings 
Hustlin 

Bridge: 
Hustling Championship ring 
Hustling Metaphor street king 
(Hustling) My moms worked the grave yard Shift 
She was bustin it while I at home straight Hustlin 

Verse 2. 
I had 2 brothers niggas didn't [bad word] with 'em 
They was like, that's our little brother don't [bad word] with him 
They shot 'em both so, I was like [bad word] it then 
Called up the hommies im ready, [bad word] jump me in 
Hopped in the Ride, same one the pump be in 
I'm bout to do these niggas worse then Columbians 
And I aint hopping out the car like Trey did 
I'm turnin off the lights and pullin up like "Say Kid" 

Bridge: 
Hustlin Championship ring 
Hustlin Metaphor street king 
Hustlin Drop top chain swing 
Hustlin, Hustlin 

Verse 3. 
It was a cold Day in 1996 
Fav bar Reasonable Doubt Over 
Before that day, we aint know [bad word] about hova 
He was talking Cristall, and 4.6 Rovers 
But all we knew were 5.0's and Toyota's 
So, We took Y'alls swag y'all took our rags 
The way I see it, it's a fair exchange why you Mad 
Son, Yeah Jay was one of my teachers 
Bumpin Roc-A-Fella but, couldn't get a feature 
Was like, Being underage and couldn't get a beeper 

Missing sales cuz the onions still stuck in my sneaker 
Talkin to Streetsweeper, 
Dodgin the Grim Reaper, 
Hit My block after 8 o'clock I'll make you a believer 
We was movin white kid, the Justin Beiber 
Us and homeless shelters no different we both feed 'em 
Playing John Madden smoking all my [bad word] weed up 
Relaxin with my feet up, Waiting for the Re-Up 

Intro: 
Keep on trying, 
You can never hold me down 
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) 
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me) 
C, C, Can't hold me (x2) 

Verse 4. 
How I sell 10 million and stay hood, somebody holla at me 
If I go to jail you [bad word] aint gone throw a dolla at me 
Like my [bad word] frog, threw his impala at me 
Like when I was in the bay and 40 popped his colla at me 
That's why when [bad word] through, She look like Halle Berry 
I'm in this Game by myself, Solitaire 
Every now and then, you my see me with a couple friends 
Same ones that was right there, When I had a couple ends 
No [bad word] Benz, 
No [bad word] House, 
Just a [bad word] Couch, 
So shut Yo [bad word] Mouth, 
Before I zip it up, Say [bad word] Rap  [bad word] Interscope, Take my contract and rip it up 
Aftermath's Bad Boy 
Like BIG and Puff 
The Giant can't sleep cuz niggas steady tryina dig him up 
And while you Mother [bad word] waitin on Toronto 
I'm in the hood with Pancho 
Stacking Rajon Rondo 

Bridge: 
Hustlin Championship rings 
Hustlin Metaphor street king 
(Hustling)And while you Mother [bad word] waitin on Toronto 
I'm in the hood with Pancho 
Stacking Rajon Rondo