game – ya heard lyrics
[the game]
you see that cherry red phantom on them big -ss wheels
you see i be playing with them cars, i’m like a big -ss kid
crazy with that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers
i’ll show you how to pop revolvers
fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes
that lambo? that ain’t sh-t, just a public disguise
and that top model chick, she for the diamond lane
and i be driving all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (bright)
as them las vegas lights
it be the same in california when i’m riding at night
in new york, i be in midtown, up and down broadway
having meetings all day, baby my future is (bright)
as lebron’s, take off on anybody
tyra banks on my arm, and we’ll crash any party
yeah, making it rain, ain’t got sh-t on me
the way i ball, the f-ckin owner should come sit on me
yeah, i’m fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew i was back
turn on the radio it’s a rap
[ludacris]
[talking]
just touched down at l.a.x. luda!
that’s right! what up game? fresh out huh?
don’t you hear it? that n-gg- named luda
slicker than rick the ruler, whoop -ss like lex luger
my money long, your sh-t is shorter than oompa loompas
and i’ll superman, yuuuh, that -ss like lex luther
shoot you then say me gusta, i’ll take you to meet ya maker
my d-ck’s the staples center i’ll take you to see the lakers
swoosh! on that cali kush, smoking like a m-ffler
so many red flags i coulda swore i was in russia
game! i got the fame and the fortune, compton is scorchin
get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin abortions
i ain’t havin it, see em in the dead zone
fake dope boys is more b-ss up in my head phones
adjust your treble, i’m heavier than metal
my verses are hot as sh-t like i recorded with the devil
i’m on another level, they stuck on the elevator
and i’m about to blow this b-tch, game press the detonator, like
fresh out of georgia, ya heard i was back, turn on the radio, it’s a rap
[the game]
see i’m come from the bottom and they call me the game
but i’m just happy that beyonce know my name
i took that dr dre money and i bought me chain
then i bought me a house, then i bought me a range
then i bought me some p-ssy, then i bought me some brains
but i ain’t buyin’ that the best rappers is kanye and wayne
see both of them n-gg-s spit, but yall act like you don’t hear me spit
like sellin’ 7 million records ain’t the sh-t
i don’t win no grammies, n-gg- i’m too gangsta
and poppin cristal with irv don’t make me a w-nksta
see i’m california certified, my n-gg-s make the murder rise
readin my fan mail in jail, buck told curtis bye
so i’mma break it down for them n-gg-s in the south
slow it down but this rolls phatom
grill in my mouth
throw the prada slippers on, when i walk in my house
p diddy and tommy lee know what i’m talking about
see, i’m fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew i was back
turn up the radio it’s a rap
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