The Game

[fox69]

"Hallelujah"
(feat. Jamie Foxx)

"Hallelujah"
(feat. Jamie Foxx)



[Hook:]
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays, all I'm tryina do, reach you, praise you
Heaven's prays, all I'm wanna do, praise you, my lord

Nigga I ain't pastor mason yo, nigga patting rhyme, pete sirock acing y'all
And since I got good taste and all, this for all the bad bitches couldn't wait to get they braces off
I know we in church, and the way that I'm thinking, wrong
But inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone
But I don't wanna do that, I came to take the service in
And stare at all the women who brought they Louie purses in
Bad bitches in here, forgive me for my sins
I ain't meant to walk inside the church cursing again
I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus
But you can't catch the holy ghost in the prius

[Hook:]
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays

They look around the church like what that nigga looking here
He prolly told of somebody, posed to be doing years
But who am I to judge a nigga, hey I don't wanna go to church, I can't budge the nigga
But I love the nigga, so I'm a go for both us, and put these g stars slacks with these louie loafers
He rather sit outside and listen to hova
But the service jumping, the pastor is serving my mimosas
And all this ass in here, how do I focus
Collection plate buldging damn pastor you the coldest
My envelope stay swollen, so I'm a count my blessings now, somebody hold this

[Hook:]
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a run through ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays

Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap
Ain't paying they ties, taking up 2 seats
And look at God's house, pack full of sinners
With the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners
Yeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain't
And your outfit clean but your nose ain't
And I supposed ain't nobody a liar in here
If that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in here
I'm so glad we have a choir in here, to wake me up everytime I get tired in here
And one thing's for sure, gotta praise the lord
Cause when I went to undefeated, they still have my force
Fell to the floor like

[Hook:]
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays, all I'm tryina do is, reach you, praise you
Heaven's prays, all I'm wanna do is, my lord

 

[fox69]

"Hard Liquor (Interlude)"
(feat. Jay Love)

"Hard Liquor (Interlude)"
(feat. Jay Love)



(Hard liquor)
Dre you must've been of the hennessy when he did this my Nigga
(Hard liquor)
(Hard liquor)

(Is there anymore (hard liquor))

(make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, yeah)

You know me I turn them 40 bottles upside down
like niggaz with dead homies till it's empty like my 4 pound.
Niggaz thinkin I'm drunk
reach 4 my N.W.A chain and get ur ass beat wit da pump.
Tell security it's Game plus 50
and he probably gets fucked up every night like Bobby did Whitney.
Fuck poppin crystal
I got a bottle of henny
me and my nine stay together like Hardaway and lil'Penny
I ain't here so u can ask about Em or Dre
I came to see some bitches shake their ass like Beyoncé.
So let me be hov' 4 a minute
get up in your hoe 4 a minute
and u could be my hoe 4 a minute.
Like I'm Diddy
be J-Lo 4 a minute
from the windows to the wall gettin low while I'm in it.
All I gotta do is hit em with a Jay-Z line
like u deserve to be my sunshine.

[Chorus - Jay Love:]
See her on the Floor
She's sexy
tell her where the af-
ter party is
but make sure that you see her friends before,
before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh

I'll spend a hundred dollars take a bitch to the hyatt,
then treat her like Busta like her ass on fire.
I'm a gangsta mah,
i wanna see you wiggle your butt cheeks both hands round your ankles mah.
all I wanna see is ass and titties.
shake it like they do in magic city
with T.I. in that mothafucka,
I'm like 50, be high in this motha fucka
You the them gold D's on that Porsche Truck
I show you how gangstas fuck
my 45 to the back of your weak
both of your arms in handcuffs
Take a bottle of Cisco to the head
see how you like getting fucked with a pistol to ya head.
tell ya girls I fucked your brains out,
we can do a manage-a-trois, pull the whips and chains out
I tear that frame out
I ain't no stunt man
I pull that range out
"BITCH"

[Chorus - Jay Love:]
See her on the Floor
She's sexy
tell her where the af-
ter party is
but make sure that you see her friends before,
before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh

I got 40's like the liquor store,
pour it on your weave like that bitch in the g-thang video.
You look wet, let me help you out your Von Dutch's
I know you used to niggas spinning but tonight I'm fucking,
the truck stop, the rims spin, I know they hate me fuck em.
It's killa cally nigga haters come a dime a dozen
Load em shells then I get drunk pissy,
this bottle of Hennessy got me wanting to fuck Missy.
I'm a gangsta I can turn that bitch out,
play with her pussy then drop extasy in her crystal,
60 seconds later I'm kicking that bitch out.
then ride down the show with the 4-5th out stop at the store
that bitch emptied my Cris out
give me 50 feet or I'll empty this clip out.
Niggas wanna know what this LA shit 'bout
just visit when the Bloods and Crips' out

(Is there anymore any more (hard liquor))

(make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, yeah)

 

[fox69]

"Hashtag"
(feat. Jelly Roll)

"Hashtag"
(feat. Jelly Roll)



[Jelly Roll:]
Ego's, ego's
We broke up like The Beatles
Now a nigga out here on his own, WOO YEAH!
Grandmama baby gotta turn up
Granddaddy was a preacher, YEAH!
What the fuck that got to do with me, though?
Not a goddamn thing, not a motherfucking thing, NO!
Big nigga got a dream, motherfucking dream, I turn 'em to reality
Wake up in the morning by myself
So I'mma go hard 'til I got nothing left
’Cause I'mma die by myself, just like you, motherfucker
’Cause you ain't no better than me, no better than we ('tell 'em)
Motherfucker
Everytime I'm in the light, I'm in the dark, Ray Charles (Ray Charlie!)
Like OOH, OOH YEAH! GOOD LORD! HASHTAG!
What has changed besides the whole motherfucking world?
It won't be long before the whole world go into stress

[Game & (Jelly Roll):]
Smoke enough to get fucked up
(Get high nigga, hold on, we smoking for)
Til' the day I die nigga, West side nigga, smoking chocolate thai nigga
Can't hit my mothafuckin' blunt unless yo ass got five nigga
Bumpin' Luniz, watchin' Goonies get head on my mama's couch, she walked in
Had to cuss my mama out, she said get a job, get up off yo ass
(I'm like "Ooh Hashtag"!)
Now just relax my nigga, picture me rollin' down Compton Boulevard
With a chopper on my lap, now repost that my nigga
Don't make me DM your BM, she wanna see him cause he win whatever he in
Park a Bugatti at my mama house
They ain't even payin' rent, livin' sugar free
(Nigga why you bullshittin')
I'm just a hood nigga, all I wanna do is buy swishers
Take pictures while I'm fucking on these bitches
Hittin' switches while I'm dippin'
Red Cup full of betchu can't kill it
Three wheelin' and I bet I won't spill it
Not one drip
Been driving through Compton all day ain't got sweated by one Crip
It's my lucky day, and even if it wasn't, a nigga still wouldn't give a fuck today
Don't pull it if you ain't gonna blast
My nigga you can be a hashtag! (Yeah!)

[Jelly Roll:]
Everytime I'm in the light (I'm in the light)
I'm in the dark (In the dark)
Ray Charles (Ray Charles)
Like ooh, yeah, get lost
Hashtag!
What has changed besides the whole motherfucking world?
It won't be long before the whole world go into stress
I swear
Goddamn
Believe that
No brakes

 

[fox69]

"Hate It Or Love It"

"Hate It Or Love It"


[50 Cent]
Ya, let's take em back
Uh huh

Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a fo-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
NaNa told me if I pass could get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

[Chorus (50 then Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop

Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop

Go head' envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me

[Game]
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I'll fo-five em
Kill a nigga on my song but really do it
Thats the true meaning of a ~ghostwriter~
10 g'z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me homie i know all bout losses
I'm from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's
That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when i met him imma ride
And if I gotta die rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died
Now i'm goin back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?

[Chorus - 50 Cent]

From the beginnin to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game

[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now i'm fuckin with ~5-0~ it's all startin to make ~sense~
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waitin on Sha Money to land sittin in the Range
Thinkin how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin
Pac is gone and Brendas still throwin babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's goin on like i hear Marvin
No school books they use that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and i get exhausted
I think what if Marie Banker got that abortion
I love ya Ma'

[Chorus X2]

 

[fox69]

"Hate It Or Love It (Street Remix)"

"Hate It Or Love It (Street Remix)"


[50 Cent]
That'll be the end of 50 Cent or Shady/Aftermath
I'm movin' forward in my career
As Dre had got creatively tied up on to The Game project
If he's confused [echo]..

[Verse 1 - The Game]
Comin' up he was confused his mama kissin' a girl
This shit happen in my household I might hurl
Daddy ain't around probably out doin' crack
And Scarface told me a snitch is just like a rat
Wanna live good so he snitched on thugs
Somebody must have told him steroids wasn't a drug
Walk around town everyday in that snitch coat
Put niggaz behind bars but homie that ain't dope
Boy toss and turn in his sleep at night
Wake up in the morning watch Cops and Miami Vice
Different day same snitch ain't nothin' good in the hood
He'd run away from New York and never come back if he could

[Chorus - The Game]
Hate it or love it the underdogs on top
And he gon tell and go runnin' to the cops
Go 'head snitch on me, I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin no where so dey come and get me
[x2]

[Verse 2 - The Game]
G-G-G-G-Unot!
On the grill of my low rider
Guns on both sides right up by the gold wires
I'll fo' five 'em
Kill Banks on my song and really do it
that's the true meaning of a ghost rider
Ten g's will take Yayo out his Air Forces
Believe in me homie I know all about losses
I'm from Compton where the wrong colours be cautious
One phone call will have his body broke in parts and
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my 'lil nigga Rob, got killed for his Barkley's
That's ten years I told Buck in '05
I catch 50 let me tie up my Air Max '95's
Told you niggaz when I met you I'ma rider
And if I got a die I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandma died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali
Same Jacob on, see how time fly?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - The Game]
From the beginning to the end, losers lose
When it's win this is real we ain't gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It's full of pressure and pain
Enough of that faggot now listen to Game
Told Dre from the gate I'd carry the heat for ya
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G'd for ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd yellin' "FUCK YAYO"
So niggaz betta get up outta mine
Fo' I creep and turn violater into Colombine
And I'm raps MVP, dont make me remind y'all Yayo was NBC
That nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at me cuz Olivia got a new boyfriend
It seems like ya 'lil rat turned out to be a mouse
Beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even 50 Cent can vouch, when the doubts was out
I gave G-Unit mouth-to-mouth

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Heart Breaker"
(feat. The Reverend William Burk)

"Heart Breaker"
(feat. The Reverend William Burk)



[Chorus: Grand Funk Railroad "Heartbreaker" sample]
Once I had a little girl
Sometimes I think about her
But you know, she's not really there
Heartbreaker, can't take her
Heartbreaker is bringing me down

[The Reverend William Burk]
Yeah, we stepping in the spot, looking so fly
Dime on my arm, and I'm dumb high
Raised in the Chi, no need to ask why
I'm a playa til the day that I die
Curbing and stepping out from the back, back, back
The fans is making his pockets fat, fat, fat
If haters got problems, he got the gat, gat, gat
Just call him the new millennium mack, mack, mack
Playing them ladies, holding all the 3-80's
And, doing whatever to make a stack, stack, stack
Stepping up in the spot, looking oh so fly
Dimes on his arms, and he dumb high
Raised up in the Chi, never in need to ask why
He gon' play until the day that the boy die
Billionaire dreams, gaming ass swing
Yacht, saying things, getting that CREAM

[Chorus: Grand Funk Railroad "Heartbreaker" sample]
Heartbreaker, can't take her
Heartbreaker is bringing me down

[The Game]
Pushing my way through the hood in the 'lac, 'lac, 'lac
Gun on my lap, gotta stay strapped and I
Been through the Chi a million times, never been lost
Thinking I'm slipping, you sniffing lines, boy, I
Step out the house in my Louis shades and my
7-5-8's, Oakland A's, I'm feeling like
Goldie in the Mack, Mack, Mack
Bitch on my arm, look at her back, back, back
She make them dollars stack, bankrolls and
Crystal, Ferrari's, I'm
Driving and rolling the sack, fingers is fucking the cat
Feeling so smooth, and I'm thinking it's that, that, that
Roset was pouring like, fountains, I'm drowning
With 26's on the ride, look at the license plate
They say I'm a

[Chorus: Grand Funk Railroad "Heartbreaker" sample]
Heartbreaker, can't take her
Heartbreaker is bringing me down
Once I had a little girl
Sometimes I think about her
But you know, she's not really there
When memories do call, I just, I just can't live without her
But trying all the time, is so hard to bear
Heartbreaker, can't take her
Heartbreaker is bringing me down

 

[fox69]

"Heaven's Arms"

"Heaven's Arms"


[Intro]

[Hook: Game]
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)

[Verse 1: Game]
Gucci in my closet, pardon my head
Pardon my French, but I'm on my Nas shit, off with your head
Off with your bitch, she offered me head, I offered her dick
Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
I'm rolling this kush, she coughing and shit
Freak bitch named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin' to Kiss
Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits
Dick must be good 'cause now she in Boston with bricks
Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit
Off with a ten, she took it 'cause she's far from a snitch
Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown
Paying her tuition so she ain't gotta be strippin'
It's money so I ain't trippin', this bullshit get printed
Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented
My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered
You get sent to your maker, fuckin' around with my paper

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Game]
Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo
I know a Farrakhan though, three-story condo
IPod shuffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono
Armado, the last words of Paul Castellano
Nothin' but endless paper and bitches for niggas I know
Smokin' Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald's
All the way in Milano, ashin' out Cohibas
Fuckin' in that blue Aventador, the nose like Gonzo
Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin' high notes
Throwin' Louis luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note
15's in everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos
Santana, now we in Magic, Atlanta
Wipin' Ciroc off my Loubi's with my Gucci bandana

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]
Kanye with Kim now, I'm happy for that nigga
Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that nigga
Grew up listenin' to Pac, now I'm rappin' for that nigga
My brother been dead 20 years, I'm trappin' for that nigga
God Flow like Pusha n'em, rose Phantom pushin' 'em
Splittin' Louisville Sluggers open, puttin' kush in 'em
Ain't forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them
Obama can't speak on it 'cause the government's shushin' him
But that's my nigga though, still stackin' figures
So one day I'm top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though
I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though
And all them old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau
He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go
Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole
I'm out here tryna win a penant though
Never thought I'd be legendary, but fuck it I'm in it so

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Heavy Artillery"
(feat. Rick Ross & Beanie Sigel)

"Heavy Artillery"
(feat. Rick Ross & Beanie Sigel)



[Intro: Rick Ross]
You know we got em
45s, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss. Black Wall Street
I'm in that bulletproof Maybach nigga (Teflon Don)
S Case

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Nigga talking like a G but walking like a broad
I pull up at the light, pineapple in your car
Nigga I shatter lives, my music camouflage
My court killers at the center of my synagogue
Torch in hand, extortion to the Fortune 500
From the porches to the Porsches with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitches, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the [?] with them wires on it
I get my money smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit 3 wheels
You niggas six feet, we getting 3 meals

[Hook:]
They got jumped
45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery

[Verse 2: Game]
Yeah I got 2 gun charges, 2 felonies, just got off probation
Today motherfucker, won't budge for no charge
Real nigga, I hold no grudge with no thugs
Come through spraying, bullets out the McLaren
They ain't meant for you, so move bitch, you hard of hearing?
I speed off doing 90 with Tha Carter blaring
Bust shots in the Cavalier like I ball with Baron
Yeah I Blake Griff niggas, make stiff niggas
Eminem wasn't Dr. Dre's only sick nigga
Insane in the membrane like Soul Assassins
12 gauge stop a nigga heart like a bowl of Aspirin
I hold automatics, let your man hold the casket
Murder game cold as Aspen, body found in the trash bin
First 48, they don't find me, case closed
Like a rehabilitation spot in Bobby Brown nose
Take em back to Boyz in da Hood when I pull the pump out
Something like C-Murder on Worldstar when I dump out

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Beanie Siegel]
Ain't nothing changed but them bullets in my clip
I still pull it, still bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya bitch
A nigga with a gun in his hand who won't bust it?
Like a bitch with a dick in her hand who won't suck it
This is the art of war, you niggas just drawing
Anything I target on is dearly departed, gone
Drive by or walk up on -
I just stop, breathe, aim cock squeeze
Silencer on the Glock, infrared beam
Put your block up on machines while the pussies run and scream

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hello"
(feat. Lloyd)

"Hello"
(feat. Lloyd)



[Lloyd:]
Let's ride...

[Hook: Lloyd]
You ain't gotta say bye bye, baby this is hello
Put your hands in the sky, that's where we gonna go
I like you so I gotta put a ring on that
You the one that I wanna put everything on that
Let's go, baby this is hello

[Verse 1: Game]
She used to wake up to The View
Now she wake up with a view
Used to wake up to a kiss
Now she wake up to a shoe
Used to dream about millions
Now she working with a few
Used to know one Porsche, now she know two
I'll handbags stuck to her like glue
Minks and chinchillas, whole closet like a zoo
Agent Provocateur, Louis and lots of Dior
All her friends wearing Gucci so she don't rock it no more
Every time we in Jimmy Choo, they gotta lock up the store
Walk out with boxes galore
Next week she cop her some more
Alexander McQueen cause she my queen
Spent an Aston Martin on the ring...

[Hook: Lloyd]

[Verse 2: Game]
Soon as them butterfly doors go up on the Ferrari
She step outside the car on there, stumble into Bulgari
Fall in that YSL, try it on, you fly as hell
Don't really like it, but I'm buying it: might as well
Have her own reality show: no drama
Grab your girl, we're shooting real housewives in the Bahamas
2-piece Hermes, Bottega Veneta flats
Heard Diddy out here so you know where the party at
We on... and I ain't even gotta ask twice
Cause when we hit the room she up and down like the gas price - damn!
Got chills thinking of last night
I swear you was a goddess in your past life

[Hook: Lloyd]

[Verse 3: Lloyd]
Girl I know you wanna get away
This hotel room, that's where it goes down
And I know we never get away
Just give me a couple minutes and I'm in it
We all over the table, ain't no problem with you sweating on me
And I ain't pulling out, I'm tryna have fun
I know you tryna have fun...

 

[fox69]

"Higher"

"Higher"


It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex, drolex
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton

[Bridge]
It's not that I can't stop, It's that I won't stop, I make it hot (I do it)
I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I'll make the whole club rock (I do it)

[The Game]
Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up
I don't need that I'm riding wit Dre
Who don't love us, every hood throwin they dubs up
Who the fuck yall thought was comin after Young Buck
hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black nike airs
You want war, we can settle it right here
I got a squad, E-V-E and Busta Rhymes yeah
Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair
Sit her next to these yellow bottles, tea right there
Matter fact I'll take you in the back
you in the hat, and you in the blue and the black
Lets have a gangsta party
Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of fortys
Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is back

[CHORUS]
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo' - You ain't know?
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
It's the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that blunt
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I'm the motherfuckin Game and
(I can take you hiyaaaah)

[Bridge]

[Game + (Snoop Dogg)]
Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did
From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen
This is gin and juice
the doc made the club R.O.C. without timbaland boots
First nigga to put drolex on a bentley coupe
You wanna piimp? I perm my shit up like snoop (Westside)
Chronic 2005 motherfucker, put the purple in the dutch
"Let it Burn" like Usher giirl
Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that
Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back giirl
Make 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitch
I'ma call you and hit , you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick
I got the lollipop if you wanna lick
Or you can take a ride on the magic stick

[CHORUS]

[Bridge]

[Game]
Put 25's on the hummer, why not
I'ma be here for the next 10 summers
Drop me in the 4th quarter I'm fuckin up they money
I don't need sound scan I'm doin my own numbers
When that impala bounce you can see the chrome under
I got em' in every color yea I'm a known stunner
When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers
low ridin with a hood rat or a grown woman
And I'll do anything but I won't fuck Mariah
Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed
cause she got a forehead just like Tyra
I can say what the fuck I want, you thought Dre retired
Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires
These niggaz is a waste of rhymin, Doc got somthing to say be quiet

[Dr. Dre]
Look out for Detox

[CHORUS]

[Bridge]