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the game - greystone lyrics

greystone
(feat. fat joe, sam hook & young chris)

[verse 1: the game]
wake up in the morning feeling like a g
got them number fours on my feet
and the lakers just beat the heat
clippers beat the knicks, think it’s about to be a good week
yeah i’m rich forever, you know i got them good seats
now let’s h-t up greystone, get our f-ckin’ ace one
know i’m in the vip, throwin’ back straight ‘tron
goons with me ‘case we gotta get our f-ckin’ ape on
n-gg- playin’ superman, better have that cape on
my n-gg-s pop up outta nowhere, state farm
but i’m cool in [?], play them drake songs
and bring it back to the west side, play them “a” songs
cause little mama know, we’re only in here for one night…
a week though, and watch out for them wolves
dressed up in them sheep clothes
and she don’t really club, but i bet that -ss a freak though

[hook: sam hook (the game)]
we’re only in here for one night (a week though)
we’re only in here for one night (i said a week though)
one shot of goose, one shot of ‘tron
one shot of goose, one shot of ‘tron

[verse 2: fat joe]
round of applause, baby make that -ss clap
you know your man he a fraud, i gotta have that
she want a bodyguard, i’ll be her new edition
she pray for louboutins, must be her true religion
now i’m lookin’ for taraji and somebody with a body like china
china? the one from king of diamonds who designed her
i call her barbie, pink ferraris on her birthday
and i’m a make sure every day is like the first day
she want another round, f-ck her to another round
i don’t just beat the p-ssy, i runs it to the ground
every day another girl and another town
i don’t just beat the p-ssy, i runs it to the ground

[hook]

[verse 3: young chris]
sunday night, grey stone, neck full of gray stones
staring at the crowd, trying to see who i’m a take home
game said “straight ‘tron, ” i be on that champagne
b-tches all around us, trying to watch us do the d-mn thang
shouts out to joey crack, chicks like, “oh he back”
welcome to my house party, og, roll it back
blow it if he showin’ that, keep a few loaded gats
b-tch n-gg-s showin’ out, real n-gg-s notice that
california lifestyle, f-ckin’ with my n-gg- chuck
[?], young chris, n-gg- what, all we know is get to it
stack high live it up, f-ckin’ with that grey stone
everybody get ’em up, yeah

[hook]

- the game lyrics

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