The Game

[fox69]

"Ecstasy"

"Ecstasy"




[Intro:]
Yo where the fuck else you think you'll hear this exclusive.
From start from scratch. (Hold me down Skee)
To umm... (chuckles)
There go that sample again.
I feel like the rap shit is following me man.
Cool and Dre! Y'all my niggas man, for life man.
I tell y'all niggas like I tell Busta man.
I love you nigga.
Real recognize real, I mean, game recognize game (Hiccups)
You know what it is.
Goddamn you Don Julio.

[Verse 1:]
That bitch fine. What you think?
Get that hoe drunk drop a blue pill in her drink.
Or should I give her a green one like Em gave me.
Shit had me in Detroit feeling like Jay-Z.
Looked in the mirror, my lips and my nose was big.
And my girl walked by wit a gold wig dancing like Beyonce.
I must be dreaming.
Spot on my sweatsuit, it must be semen.
Cuz I jack off, every time I think of Beyonce.
She took the wig off now she look like Kanye's...ex chick.
I swear nigga when I get sober I ain't fucking wit this X shit.
It makes me wanna sing like T-Pain.
Make me wanna pierce my lip like Lil' Wayne.
Make me wanna fuck yo bitch, like LUDA!
Don't worry about me man.

[Chorus:]
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.

[Verse 2:]
Lemme tell you why I'm fucked up.
My moms and my pops had dumb luck.
See she was 18, wanted to fuck wit that nigga.
Pops sold heroin so he was that nigga.
Carry the .45, and he bust that trigger.
Ain't nobody in Compton touch that nigga.
But that was back then, so fuck that nigga.
My childhood weren't shit, so fuck that nigga.
I been shot, been to jail. Rode around Compton on spreewells.
Moved to the 'hood and still choke yo ass out like Sprewell.
Still crack distribute, what you want nigga?
Wholesale, retail.
I know you faggot ass cops on detail.
Look at 'em tryna hack into my gmail.
All they found was old Dr. Dre beats, well.

[Chorus:]
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.

[Verse 3:]
Like the vodka.
But when I'm fucking wit Diddy, I'm Ciroc'ing.
I take a back wood, gut it out.
See a picture of Halle Berry I cut it out.
Yeah nigga she fine! But not like she was in Boomerang.
Now she (OK) like OJ and Gucci Mane.
And like them I was rapping and trapping.
Kept half a brick in the back of my momma Acura.
Gimme a test. Hit the question.
How many O's in a brick I ace that shit.
Brick come through the door, taste that shit.
Chop it, bag it, let 'em free base that shit.
She ain't tryna fuck I Ma$e that bitch.
Take her cosmo, and lace that shit.
I get pussy for free I aint take that shit.
I don't know if I rate that bitch.

[Chorus:]
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
I'm so high.
I'm off this ecstasy.
And this Hennessy's got me going. (Going)
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the sky, (sky). Sky, (sky). Sky, (sky).
Going to the Sky.

 

[fox69]

"El Chapo"
(feat. Skrillex)

"El Chapo"
(feat. Skrillex)



Granada, I'm falling under your spell

I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God

You know I get the kilos, cincuenta porciento
If you are not bilingual
Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore we run your ass down
Underground how I came out
Any nigga try to stop me let it hang out, let it bang, let it rain out
Yo soy el dios you adios nigga (I am the God)
Seen a nigga chopped up on a Tuesday
While the club goin' up on a Tuesday
This is goons day, I can have Guadalupe
Come through and knock Donald Trump out his toupee
Now look at his brains all on the sidewalk
And tuck the .38 and jump on my skywalker
And whew, I'm rollin'
Shotgun, Claudia, oh Shotgun, Claudia Ochoa (I am the God)
Only nigga walking through Sinaloa with the blood
Red Chuck Taylors on and you know it when I show up
It's a squad full of killers, squad full of hittas
Squad full of niggas that'll pull up, let it bark on a nigga
Hundred six shots bark on a nigga
Street sweeper wet the whole block up, Noah's Ark on a nigga
Got two Glock 9s, two .45s, two Desert Eagles
And they fly together side by side
No juego conmigo, tu sabes de mi
No Tony Montana, mis amigos mis kilos
Mi casa, su casa cuidado con el chico
Tu quieres la plata yo tengo perico
(Ya te dije el juego y fuego paisa)

I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God

Pinches policías (Puto)
Jodiendo todo el día (Cabrón)
Que si ora tu familia
O mi madre y mi tía, I see

I'm on a private jet with El Chapo, feet up
Sippin' Tecate bout to land for the re-up
Fuck the Montanas, we ain't got them trackin' devices
The feds they be watchin' and see us
Niggas wanna see us? Check the IG
I'm in the Villa throwin' blood up like an IV
Don't try me, DeJ Loaf with the AK
600 million, 400 million from Dre Day, uh
Pablo Escobar in my hey-day, uh
Bringing off coke that's a payday, uh
On a private jet that's a mayday, uh
In South America on a vacay, uh
P on my snapback, choppin' grade-a, uh
None of these niggas ready for the melee, uh
Hundred cal make his body do the nae nae
Leave a nigga face worse off than Sheneneh
I am the God, I've been tellin' you niggas
I got a bird and a chopper in the trunk
Ven aqui I will sell it to niggas
We can screw it and chop it
Machetes on deck, I will sever you niggas
Behind these bars, some El Chapo
Motorcycle out the cell on you niggas

Escúchame chingatumadre, nunca me encontrarás
So para de mirar, no me controlas, te controlo
Controlo a todos me respetan o se mueren
Soy el Chapo y la hago en Sinaloa

I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, I am the God
El Chapo, nigga, I am the God

Nigga, I am the God

 

[fox69]

"El Presidente"
(feat. Telly Mac)

"El Presidente"
(feat. Telly Mac)



[13 second street fight instrumental to open]

[The Game]
Death before dishonor
Ride with weap' up, cause niggaz tryin to dent my armor
Cold streets, Telly Mac keep the guns on 'em
They wanna know how that nigga from California
could run up on ya on any corner
Put somethin on ya
How I stuff bricks in the 6, with no crack aroma
Dawg, I'm just livin for the moment
I'm from Compton homey, but I'm like a center for Milwaukee
Cause I play for the Bucks, and I keep the 40 on me
Gotta keep the chrome-y, gotta keep my back to the wall
Wait for Q to rock me up, like cavi dawg
Speakin of lle', I put 8 in, 10 jump back hard
And watch my money come back, like Jordan in charge
I'm like the black Yankees, they don't want me around no more
Cause I hold the record for the most fiends roamin the boulevard
And when I'm on the boulevard, catch me behind the wheel
of that new Escalade with the Foreman grill

[Chorus x2]
Steppin out of Chevies with heat that's heavy - that's president
Bullets flyin for them dead guys - that's president
Led meltin inside your wig - that's president
20's 50's and 100's burnin - it's all president

[Telly Mac]
Aiyyo I do this shit from Compton to the Mac block
High-tech collaborations with the Gamblaz and Blacksox
Drillin 'em killin 'em if we ain't feelin 'em nigga
If Sticky Fingaz need some music straight stealin it nigga
Shinin, in big trucks, big will in it nigga we climbin
To the top and we sealin it nigga
So back the fuck up, my niggaz act the fuck up
So keep yourself in line or you could get smacked the fuck up
Jacked the fuck up, beat up bad and clapped the fuck up
Wrapped up in white sheets and threw in a white truck
Over presidents, now you willin to give your life up?
Put your kids on the line, and give your wife up?
Over presidents, they got you soulless
So take this bomb and hold this, while we control this
For the streets, we comin with heat that's stolen
And we hustle universal, for that paper that we foldin
Roll in 600's, Beemers and 'llacs
We a team of cats, with the pens and gats
That fiend for jacks, but only when the green's attached
We fiend for jacks, but only when the green's attached

[Chorus]

[The Game]
It's Telly and young Game the hustler, ho juggler, coke smuggler
No matter what the hustle, dough doublin
Lle or the rock, give me a day and a spot
And I bet I'll come back with 10K in the drop

[Telly Mac]
I'll stay in the spot, wearin a crop and coppin ounces
Telly Mac and Game the hustler, we rock the house
And plus we the reason that the blocks is out
So my words to the wise is just watch your mouth

[The Game]
And you don't want it when the stainless out, what the game about
The bullets is in, your brains is out
All over Frisco and Compton dawg, we ruthless
And the truth is y'all niggaz can't stop us dawg

[Telly Mac]
So why the fuck you wanna knock us off
Like we some high-powered cowards and y'all really the niggaz that's soft
Still across the train tracks, we turn 'caine crack
It's Telly Mac and Game the hustler, you can't change that

[Chorus: to fade w/ Digital Underground ad libs]

 

[fox69]

"Everybody On The Floor"
(feat. Migos)

"Everybody On The Floor"
(feat. Migos)



[Chorus - Quavo:]
Fuck up some money some more
I'm all in the club with your ho
Bad bitches on the pole
All this money on the floor
Money, everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Fuck up some money some more
I'm all in the club with your ho
Bad bitches on the pole
50 thousand on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor
Everybody on the floor

[Verse 1 - Quavo:]
Quavo yeah, it's Migos and Game in the club, nigga
Order up a whole dub, nigga, if you're broke I can't fuck with yah
No way broke nigga, only real niggas in my section
Thank the Lord for my blessings, I'm dripping dab, salad dressing
When I'm in LA I feel like Blake Griffin
Shout out to my trap, niggas in the kitchen
You came in with your bitch, now you say she missing where?
QC the label and we independent, Quavo the lieutenant
Look up in the air, it's a money shower
Look down at my Rollie, can't tell the hour
My diamonds so wet, think I need a towel
I'm trapping a bomb like the Twin Towers
When you get money, it come with the power
Young nigga came from having the sour, 3 hoes in the shower
Beat it, I kill it, call me Michael Myers

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Takeoff:]
Fuck up some money some more
In the club spilling Actavis all on my Louboutin toe
Young Rich Nation that's the clothing
Young nigga run up a check like Usain Bolt
My wrist spinning in the pot like a merry go
I got the game in the walls of Jericho
You niggas rookies and I'm a professional
Now roll up a Backwood and stuff it with cookie dough
Hop out that Bentley, I'm rich
And diamonds dancing soon as a nigga hit the door
Show out the money like a coin toss
I bet the bitches going to hit the floor
My niggas, their thots and they like chico
Went to Puerto Rico, plug name Rico
It's my way, my nigga, but no Carlito
Niggas try to bite the swag and I'm a take it back like repo
We put that flow in the industry
You niggas know and you better remember me
I hear y'all bitch ass niggas gossiping
Just call me Elmo cause y'all niggas tickle me
All these diamonds look refrigerated
It costs 30 thousand just to look at me
Drinking Actavis, I put a pint off in a can, now we call that oil sheen

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Game:]
Used to get my chickens from Tijuana so I been fucking with amigos
Yeah nigga it's killing season, I'm paid in full, I'm rico
They tryna hit me with the R.I.C.O, but I'm lowkey with them kilos
That 8-Ball fat as Cee-Lo til they barged in like Chico
They ain't find shit but Nemo, had to take a break like free throws
You ain't get your dick sucked today, that's no neck, Benzino
Left eye in that peephole, got me sipping all on this Clicquot
Niggas sell they put the Glock nine in your ego
Yeah I grew up whipping the baking soda
Had to shave an onion just to make my quota
I was playing ball, knocked out a cop
Can't talk about it cause the case is open
Business a game til the rape is open
Two desert Eagles, that's chain smoking
Yeah, niggas bark like niggas hard
But wanna sue a nigga when his face swollen
On my own I'm too legit, Maserati with the kick
I got 20-20 vision, I see diamonds on my wrist
I see mami with the shit, and she pop it while she strip
Everybody taking shots, I'm too caught up on a strip, nigga

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Exclusively"
(feat. Get Low Playaz, Young Noble)

"Exclusively"
(feat. Get Low Playaz, Young Noble)



[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G
Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be
They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke
We came a long way but still we got so far to go

[Verse One]
Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow
At a pace for the papes I thank y'all should know
I lace it properly for property, it really ain't no stoppin me
And plus I'm tryin to get my money on like Monopoly
Politickin economy, if I could be a made nigga
Smokin on e'ry nigga, balled out paid nigga
Keepin it real, I'm still deep in the field
Deep with the skills for the bills
I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill
I bring the thrill like Will Clark
I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth
You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth
I serve the thunder, that shit that'll brang in the roof

[Verse Two]
My niggaz, stack riches, mack bitches
Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks
Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble
Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel
There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up
Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggaz give it up
I got no time for that fake shit
Jersey to the Bay niggaz thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick
So nigga basically the world is a ghetto
Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow
I keep it real with niggaz that be true to me
There's nothin you can do to me
My crew is deep and real niggaz rule the streets

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: The Game]
Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
You can't ball then it's probably the haters
Can't breathe then it's probably the desert, if you a gangster or not
I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot
And every nigga gon' cry when he hit
The more pain the more blood drain, he ain't survivin shit
And your niggaz ain't gon' ride for shit, they know
if they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
Red rag or blue rag, niggaz die for this
The Game the reason all these niggaz on that "Cali Love" shit
Compton niggaz get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
Fuck you up like one time'll do
And I dare y'all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it

[Verse Four]
It's time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line
Feelin like I'm runnin out of time
It's now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get better
These streets got me hungry as ever
Can't stop can't change, young Sav stuck in the game
Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain
to bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle
Organize the brains and muscle

[Chorus]

[Verse Five]
You {?} like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze
Like those whiteboys ain't heedin the robbery
Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels
In the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels
Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage
'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin
Niggaz'll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground
After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya
Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors
Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history
A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my credibility

 

[fox69]

"F.I.V.E."
(feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne)

"F.I.V.E."
(feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne)



[Verse 1: Game]
Jogging my memory, the Documentary
Killed that in a drop top John Kennedy
Had the rap game in fear, like it was ten of me
The old me ain't got shit on what I'm finna be
Nigga I'm finna be still repping the letter B
What if it was the nigga that Dre signed instead of me?
Would I be starving or studying at Harvard
Or would I be a dog of a another fuckin' pedigree
Take away me, take away the su-woo
Take away the gangstar like hip-hop did Guru
Pull up in that new coupe
Take away your girl run her choo choo
Then put it on Worldstar, or Youtube
Yo Tune' what it do
Got some bitches in the lobby and I'm 'bout to send them through
I'm Kobes rings nigga who the fuck is you
Not the nigga with five bitches sitting in the coupe

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Five, got Jacksons in my pocket and I'm feelin' like a Jackson
Five, I'm ballin', ya I'm ballin', got me feelin' like I'm in the Fab 5
For as long as I live I will rep for five
Like MJ in game five

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I got five on it
Five short, Young Tune in this bitch fuck 5-0
Nickel plated 4-5 if I have an issue
Beat your ass black and blue with a bag of nickels
I’m a G, do somethin ’bout it
You ain’t half of me, you ain’t 500 dollars, nigga
And my red bone, 5-5
No hand slapped, but I’m high five
Yeah get with the game or play the sidelines
I dream to get the cover of High Times
Now take 5 paces
And try to guess the color of my shoelaces, red, bitch
Yeah, I’m on my high horse
Now the sky mad at me cause I stole five stars
Got some freaks in the living room gettin’ it on
And they ain’t leavin’ til five in the morn’
(yeah)Young Tunechi, bitch!

[Hook]

I deserve to be top five

 

[fox69]

"F.U.N."

"F.U.N."


All I do is get drunk and high
I be fucking nigga's bitches and they be mad as fuck
They be like

[Hook:]
Man fuck you niggas
I rob you niggas
I kill you niggas
Cause I don't feel you niggas
I said fuck you niggas
I rob you niggas
Don't make me kill you niggas
No I don't feel you niggas
Man fuck you niggas

I told niggas in '05 I don;t fuck with Maybachs
You wanna hate up, come outisde, just fuckin' say that
Two things I learned, nigga gotta stayed strapped
And niggas ain't goin' down without a Dr. Dre track
Black boy fly, niggas watch me grew
Niggas studies my beefs and couldn't stomp my flow
(Cause I'm dangerous)
Niggas think they fucking with me
(Stop smoking angel dust)
Niggas think they smoking on this chronic
(The same as us)
Come within (range of us)
Bullets (your brains are bust)
Ministers get shot, two of these niggas (came to us)
You broke your rent doing your bitch want me
I'm off this OG kush and you the lil' homie
Nigga wanna borrow some weed, I got a lil' homie
Watch how I'm driving, can't let the double cup spill on me
Same block and stop snitchin', mother fuckers still one me
G-Unit had a reunion

[Hook]

That's on Compton, you looked in the closet with a monster
I eat you alive (man fuck you niggas)
It feel like Tommy Hilfiger, fuck niggas I say it again
(Man fuck you niggas)
I feel lke Remy Ma when she got out of the jail
Look back at the prison like (man fuck you niggas)
And this time I'm going for the gusto
R.I.P. Justo, will I fall off? Fuck no
California mind nigga, pull it like a truck boat
These crips, these bloods, these esés, they playin' cut throat
You a fish out of water, every MC gets slaughtered
If you ain't Nas, Eminem or fuckin' S dot Carter
I tie up your wife, pull out my dick jack it off, kiss the knife
Before I cut her, take my jacket off, fuck her then hit the lights
Rub it in there like Detroit streets, with pictures of me
Fuck her till cops come, then I'm bustin' like

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Favorite DJ (Remix)"
(feat. Jim Jones, Bun B, Clinton Sparks)

"Favorite DJ (Remix)"
(feat. Jim Jones, Bun B, Clinton Sparks)



[Jim Jones]
Who's in charge? I'm asking y'all
Somebody better answer before I blast at y'all
Live life just as fast as y'all
But you little niggas know that my cash is tall
New York like Stoudemire
You think your hot, well I'm on fire
The money wash up and I'm tryna dry it
If a new car drops, then I'm tryna buy it
Cam front, kinda tired
Had a bitch last night, left her in the higher
At the party, music loud
(?) move the crowd
Then we Clinton Spark 'em
Damn right, let my niggas chalk 'em
All my dogs bite, we gon do the barking
And the money speak loud, we gon do the talking
And what you do with the bread
U went to the ghetto and tell 'em Su Woo bred
And I'm sorry to say, lift the back now home boy the 'rari today
Such a horrible day
(?) Bouquet
Married to the game, I don't need no bouqeut
Just a new whip and it got her to pay
So I tell 'em touche
Go nigga, Go
Rozay mo'
Just got started, tell 'em ten mo'
With a bitch on my side with some hips like woah

[Chorus]
Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon)
I know that your with it
Till ya body sore
Girl you know you can get it
I'm gonna play for you tonight like it's your birthday
Tonight I'm gonna be you're favorite DJ

Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Tonight I'm gonna be your favorite DJ

[Bun B]
Lights is flashing, cameras filming
soon as we walked up in the building
Bopers fainting, haters kneeling
I smell like money, look like a trillionaire
and I really don't care how you feeling
Big-faced hundred dollar bills I'm peeling
Bottles stacked up to the ceiling
and I just can't explain the feeling
Fellas, put your grands up
Ladies, put your hands up
We sipping Jimmy Neutron, player, and I can barely stand up
R.I.P. to the Pimp, you know I rep for UGK
Get 4 million with Clinton Sparks, your favorite DJ

[Chorus]
Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon)
I know that your with it
Till ya body sore
Girl you know you can get it
I'm gonna play for you tonight like it's your birthday
Tonight I'm gonna be you're favorite DJ

Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Tonight I'm gonna be your favorite DJ

[Game]
Hit 'em with the punchline, hit 'em with the bass
Blowing that orange kush all in my face
Glock on my hip, nigga, murder was the case
Any nigga want drama, boy, I hit 'em with the 'K
Nigga act cool, nigga, hit 'em with a J
Swim in that pool, Pat and Ryan all day
Nigga need work, I got birds in the safe
Ski mask in the cut hand, keys to the Maybach
Where you lay at, bitch, I scope I never miss where I spray at
Underground King, nigga, UGK that
You should try crack all night, all day that
Tell me where the weight at
ZipLock baggies all in the trunk
Going through the zone blowing that purple stunk
Its the critics, get it?
(?) only got straight A's in physics
Dope boy business, Dope boy flashy
Chains on my neck, elbows still ashy
Hood nigga for real
Ask my nigga Pharrell
Turning my fingers on, the boy is the raw deal
Chicks all dimes, the motto is cash peels
Each one of them off down in Louis Vuitton heels
Tell 'em muthafuckas that the legend is real
Sleep next to a dime that I wake up to a meal
House on the hills
Where Hurricane lay his head at
Anywhere in the U.S., that's where I get my bread at
Nigga play the 9 by my waist, where the lead at?
Anywhere that I shoot, same spot nigga dig that?
Yellow take nigga
Clinton Sparks on the California quake nigga
When the light on, quick to kill a fake nigga
Cash Money in my pocket like the Drake nigga (nigga)

[Chorus]
Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon)
I know that your with it
Till ya body sore
Girl you know you can get it
I'm gonna play for you tonight like it's your birthday
Tonight I'm gonna be you're favorite DJ

Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ

 

[fox69]

"Ferrari Lifestyle"
(feat. Fabolous)

"Ferrari Lifestyle"
(feat. Fabolous)



[Chorus]
Ferrari Lifestyle
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
what can they say now
Ferrari Lifestyle
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
what can they say now
I know, I know, I now, I know

[Fabolous]
Yo, I'm such a sight to see I turn a hater to a tourist
The way I order Rose, I turn a waiter to a flourist
Ferrari Lifestyle, that mean I'm living fast
on the road to riches you don't slow down
you give it gas
25 is what they couldn't see us living past
we was broke just once
someone give us cash
Obama on the wrist, presidential Rollie
Beverly Hills coppin', I ain't Axel Foley

I'm just a young nigga moving like a Californian
Word to proposition 19 in California
I go from 0-60, a couple seconds
she go from sober to tipsy and gettin' naked
me and Game the '010 Crockett and Tubbs
Trey said he gon' meet us on the block of the club
you heard Jerome, but instead of a Benzo
get rid of your Friends-oh to ride in this Enzo

[Chorus]
Ferrari Lifestyle
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
what can they say now
Ferrari Lifestyle
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
what can they say now
I know, I know, I now, I know

 

[fox69]

"Food For My Stomach"
(feat. Dubb & Skeme)

"Food For My Stomach"
(feat. Dubb & Skeme)



[Hook - DUBB:]
Beast on the loose and my stomach is rumblin'
These niggas out here is food for my stomach
Get the fuck out the way when the lions is comin'
The elephant's stompin', gorillas is jumpin'
The snakes full of venom, the wolves out and huntin'
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo

[Verse 1 - DUBB:]
I sink in my teeth cause these niggas is sweet
Predator to the prey, you should pray for the weak
Spray out Caprices, drive by with the reaper
I hang out the window like I'm an AC
Bodies turn cold after losing your pulse
Turn that dude to a ghost like the homie SP
Yeah, from the LAX with these bars I keep locked
Ain't a prison, I'm free, I can rap in my sleep
Dude on the post with rocks using shots
They come back to your ass like an offensive rebound
Funeral home on the speed dial
When God call your number
Man, trust me, there won't be no re-dial
We out here every day, they acting senile
Year of the wolf, niggas 'bout to hear me out
This beat I'mma wreck while these gorillas beat on their chest
West swing, I'm knocking their trees down
So go in your temple
These niggas is dinner from January all the way to December
Shouldn't have played with my killers

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Skeme:]
Real trill nigga with a hairpin trigger
I’m surrounded by the killers, I just got it like that
Rappers always talking “you ain’t ‘bout it like that"
I went out the hood to get it then I brought it right back
Blood money rider, keep the chopper right beside 'em
F&N fully loaded, that’s for any nigga want it
This sound like I got the shit perfected don’t it?
Grab a cartrige, get to sparkin a targetin like all of my opponents
Raise these haters up off of me
Talk some cash when you talk to me
I ain’t got no love for you if you ain’t getting guwop with me
All my niggas from day one who I’m gon take to the top with me
And this shotty on me, got that boy walkin so awkwardly
I was raised in the wild with them lions and tigers
Nothing but paper excite us, bitch we were born be fighters
And I’m from BME, the G in me won’t let me back down
Underground king without a crown, how I sound?

[Hook]