[The Game]
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You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass wheels
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You see I be playing with them cars, I'm like a big ass kid
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Crazy with that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers
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I'll show you how to pop revolvers
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Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes
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That lambo? That ain't shit, just a public disguise
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And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane
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And I be driving all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (bright)
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As them Las Vegas lights
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it be the same in California when I'm riding at night
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In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway
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Having meetings all day, baby my future is (bright)
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As Lebron's, take off on anybody
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Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any party
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Yeah, making it rain, ain't got shit on me
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The way I ball, the fuckin owner should come sit on me
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Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back
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Turn on the radio it's a rap
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[Ludacris]
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[Talking]
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Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA!
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That's Right! What up Game? Fresh out huh?
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Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda
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Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger
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My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas
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And I'll superman, yuuuh, that ass like Lex Luther
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Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya maker
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My dick's the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers
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Swoosh! On that Cali kush, smoking like a muffler
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So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia
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Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin
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Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin abortions
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I ain't havin it, see em in the dead zone
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Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones
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Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal
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My verses are hot as shit like I recorded with the Devil
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I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator
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And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator, like
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Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn on the radio, it's a rap
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[The Game]
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See I'm come from the bottom and they call me The Game
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But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name
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I took that Dr Dre money and I bought me chain
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Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range
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Then I bought me some pussy, then I bought me some brains
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But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne
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See both of them niggas spit, but yall act like you don't hear me spit
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Like sellin' 7 million records ain't the shit
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I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta
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And poppin Cristal with Irv don't make me a wanksta
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See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder rise
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Readin my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye
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So I'mma break it down for them niggas in the South
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Slow it down but this Rolls Phatom
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grill in my mouth
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Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house
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P Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talking about
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See, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back
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Turn up the radio it's a rap
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Ya Heard
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The Game |