The Game

[fox69]

"Around The World"
(feat. Jamie Foxx)

"Around The World"
(feat. Jamie Foxx)



[Jamie Foxx]
Ohhh-ohhhhh yeah

[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]
I know you're sick and tired of waitin on me girl
But I'm, just tryin to get my money right
So let some dumb nigga take a flight
So I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed-out wheels
First class ticket, G-4, you that deal
For real (I can take you all around the world)

[The Game]
She like black Bentley Coupes, black Day-tons
Black interior, black ridin shotgun
Black fo'-five, black Air Ones
Bangin "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she bite too hard, I'ma say that shit
But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit
Marques Houston, I don't play that shit
By the time we got halfway through watchin "Ray" I hit
I laid it down beat it up, let her go clean it up
Take a five minute nap, wake up and eat it, what
The it's part two, in the sauna
Feel like I'm fuckin Mary J. cause she don't want, +No Drama+
I'd rather take yo' ass to the Bahamas
Then give you 30 thousand a month like Diddy baby mama

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Picture me thuggin, picture me lovin you
like Bobby love Whitney now picture me fuckin
Pullin your ponytail smackin you on the ass
Tellin you how (I can take you all around the world)
That nigga can't do it like this
Even Beyonce couldn't move it like this
She only fuck with +Soldiers+, that's her shit
I hate to admit it but I love my bitch
So much, I'm sittin outside in the Benz
Thinkin back to Dre's house when I fucked her best friend
The pussy wasn't nothin; now I'm dealin
with +The Diary of a Mad Black Woman+ with Louis Vuitton luggage
She told me she was tired of The Game and rap
Quit like Ma$e then she came right back
I told you the bitch sex was wack
And you're all I need, even Jamie know that

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[The Game]
You know what they say, more money more problems more drama
means more marijuana and less baby mama
You know I love you like I love my shoes
But even white Air Force Ones come in twos
Yeah, I like her, and I like you too
What's wrong? She my bitch and you my boo
She got a Range Rover Sport, you got a Bentley Coupe
She take my clothes to the cleaners, you take Harlem to school
I gave you your Burkin bags, so I made a mistake
And Oprah don't fuck with them no more anyway
I'm sorry for the bullshit I put you through
But I ain't goin nowhere, I got a kid wit'chu
Why we always gotta argue about Superhead's book?
She sucked my dick with a condom on, after that I shook
And when she start talkin 'bout buyin a ring
I just turn the volume up and let Jamie Foxx sing

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Jamie Foxx]
Around the world with me yeah
Around the world with me, ayy
Around the world with me, hey
Mmm, ohh

 

[fox69]

"Ashes To Ashes"
(feat. Rick Ross)

"Ashes To Ashes"
(feat. Rick Ross)



[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:]
I got a house on my face, custom made glasses
Laser on heckler, ashes to ashes, valet to vessel
Known as an Aston, the Hoes give you ass, homie, only in my absence
Well connected with gang member on most sets
Not to boast but get you popped like moet
My record sales could never reflect my respect
What god damn Def Jam forever in debt
Money bags back and forth how carry it on
Tattoo dead homies on my arms, still I grieve for 'em
As I'm nailed to the crucifix, tears in my eyes, smiling on the inside (Blessed)
Nobody cares what I feel like, no
Now it's six xanax just to feel right, let's go
Periognom in my glasses, toast to competition
Ashed to ashes

[Hook - The Game:]
See the fireworks in the club, you know we got bottles
See the lambos out front, that tells you we fuckin' models
Spit real nigga shit, so you can bump it in the phantom
Make it rain for them niggas who ain't never seen Atlanta
Red diamonds in the watch, red frames in the lenses
How you know you on?, Baby mama driving Benzes
Louis Vuiton house shoes, somewhere on the boat
Like a snitch nigga body, let this motherfucker float

[Verse 2 - The Game:]
Champagne in my glass feeling like a boss
Fell in love with a phantom, like fuck what it cost
Louis duffle full of hundreds, dimes of the purple, keep it G, cause that's me
These rap niggas Steve Urkel, survival of the fittest
Swimming in the dark, Sea World in my living room, Come and feed the sharks
Put on for my city, Or it would have fell apart, Nigga rap is like New York
Ain't no where to park
That's why I got a chauffeur, I don't need a valet, At the game, watchin' 'Bron give it up to Khaled
Not a hatin' bone in my body, nigga I salute 'cha
You disrespect my hood, I'll fuck around and shoot y 'cha
We got the world runnin' 'round throwin' up B's
Niggas saying "soo woo" like they're fucking chinese
Eyes tighter than a virgin when I'm blowing on these grapes, top down blowin' smoke on the fuckin' interstate

[Hook - The Game]

 

[fox69]

"Astronaut Pussy / Welcome To California"
(feat. Skeme, Too Short, Schoolboy Q & Stacy Barthe)

"Astronaut Pussy / Welcome To California"
(feat. Skeme, Too Short, Schoolboy Q & Stacy Barthe)



[Hook:]
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round
Round and round

[Verse 1 - Game:]
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboy
Cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar, can't catch em know
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we snoop
Crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Keeping pounds of the blue
Ivory in it, tsunami in it when I be in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's, closet full of J's walking on my crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I got a Maserati in it
That's my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas' ass, shit we money team
Same fuck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out, nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one verse
Converse with the worst til one of our gun burst
Callin Archurelli, tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas love them choppas like we flyin in black cars
But you with the roost, thinkin a nigga was black though
Now hold that thought
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - ScHoolboy Q:]
Pray for me, I'll make 30
Desert, even my nails dirty
Everything on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call Jigga, I'm next nigga
Some niggas my new litter
Fuck the world on earth day
Her booty clap on my birthday
I would take the cake but I've been paid
I'm a real nigga, you's arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama's couch
Now I'm going big, I can buy the house
You sound water down, I sound of an ounce
See this for those who say "where you from"
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don't fuck around
And fuck niggas gonna lose a lung
Knock knock nigga, come feel the drum
If the bed low I'm a stack the crumb
Up the contraband in-between my gun
Before smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G's, nigga pretty please
Condos, where it's sun and trees
10 keys with my 8 G's
Hoover hats like the star of David
Pull on shots unless kidney faded
Ran up on 'em, I ain't doin aimin'
Move out the set but the set I'm banging

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Skeme:]
Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt, fuck it
West side eagles and I ain't budging
Independent niggas with no budget
If it ain't about a dollar gotta change subjects
Rap ass niggas ain't sayin nothing
This flow here, niggas can't touch it
Motherfuck friends, tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in the bitch got me trippin like a bucket
Sox gang off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 12 ballin like they been in the gym
But you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you niggas sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head to target for free
Now I'm on, look at me
Started, started with them pistols and palm trees
Now when niggas come through the wood niggas gotta know that that's all me
See the set catch rap
When I slide through throwin up a bill
And niggas wanna act like they thuggin like, we said boy please
This S to the K to the E to the M nigga
New Rolls go vroom nigga
Got a 5 cocked back like boom nigga
Got enough room to fill up a room nigga
And I'm all in these, had 100 a go
Gave her that dick now she beggin for more
Pay me a millie, yo bitch load is illie
But I ain't got, still got 100 to go
And I do it, I does it
I swear that you love it
I just left from Newark, got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack
Take out my dick, take a piss on the public like fuck it

[Hook]

[Welcome To California:]
[Intro - Too Short:]
Welcome to California bitch
Welcome to California bitch

[Hook 2:]
Ski's not the only place
Sounds like a BS
I know another place
Where you can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining

[Verse 4 - Game:]
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
C-O-M-P-T-O-N on
Bitch come and dust my throne
Stand from grandmother's porch to my executive Porsche
Now I'm driving through London alone
With a Parisian bitch
Rockin corn rolls, backseat of my Panamera watchin pornos
Where we goin?
What we doin?
Fly to Johannesburg
Nigga city in ruins then fly to Dubai
On my poolside, coolin my Audemar
You waterproof fuckin gone, let em know that I admit
Everywhere around the world and that's cool
But can a hotel fuckin reserve us parked through
My hood gorillas move whenever sharks move
Move to back to Compton shit, we are too
Condos and wheels to shit, I bought two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot, I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by tape
Pause

[Verse 5 - Game:]
Where the angels fly, city of angels... I will never let you down
Kill anything approaching my crown
Still undefeated
That's why I got my kids building sand castles on the beaches
But don't get it confused, said he still got moves
Where the wrong colors niggas end up on the news like Sal
Like Durant in a dream then I'm right back down Compton avenue in a Buick
If you had the hot niggas put a bullet through it
And it took a coma for you to be king would you do it?
Would you do it?
If I dropped you off at Watts would you walk through it?
Would you be from great street or would you Piru it?
Here's my red raggers that's ain't nothing to it
There go the 60's, motherfucker good luck
(Welcome to California bitch)
They were the 60's, motherfucker good luck

[Verse 6 - Schoolboy Q:]
From the corner where that ho said that hit kat
Short dress, hair down her bizac
You know me with my thumb in my index
Nah, I ain't bloodin nigga
Pass blunts to my cousins nigga
Turn hale into gold, I can pon the river
High power, you a amish liver
Cali dro in my lungs and such
Twisted blunts from dawn to dusk
My shoe box should've been a armored truck
Everything good, feeling marvelous
Came to the city, that you honored us
You don't talk me a game, no game homie
Get greedy with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr. 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor until the ending uh
Smoking on ills cause I'm winnin
Wax getting blowed, just the pin lit
Uh, yea now back to the booth, back to the hoes
Ra ta ta in the lap with the 2
No Cali J, I still ran all blow
All in the trim, straight lookin like you
Free tattoo

[Verse 7 - Schoolboy Q:]
I'm in the gangsta shit, gangsta clothes and gangsta crib
Need a gangsta bitch to take the dope and hop the fence
Might die on the freeway
Hey, much love to the he way, aye
Watch you know about LA?
(Welcome to California bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they dome us
(Welcome to California bitch)
Stay low from the comas
Make a right fore they...

[Hook 2]

[Verse 8 - Skeme:]
Got a bitch, say she wanna fuck in Beverly Hills
And I swear I'm a bring her to the set if she will
And if I do the pussy better killin
Just the way I make her feel, no step in they mills
These niggas hella be trip, these niggas never be real
I came up in a world where it's kill or be killed
I swear that every bitch I used to fuck fuck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is real, this west side INGFCF
Bands on them bitches, getting M's on them bitches
Going for the Cartier, hands on the bitches
Last long like I'm using extends on them bitches
I'm a native, I got real niggas with me
Gold state, gold grills, I put on for the Betty White
Middle fingers for the peace
Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick
Man come and get me out

[Hook 2]

 

[fox69]

"Bad Intentions"

"Bad Intentions"



Bad intentions nigga
Fucking with the wrong one
Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one
Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars
Drive foreign cars into the stars
Fuck bitches at our leisure
Stuff dick inside they throat til they have seizures
Hoes down, B's up
Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson
Start trippin, I like his jewelry, then I'm robbin son
Fuck a platinum plaque nigga hood with it
Bouncin that impala down the shore like what's good with it?
I'm a made man, I wear J's and
I been around more rocks than a fuckin cave man
I done sold it and bagged it
I done drove it and crashed it
Fucked my credit up smashin the Ashton
FYI nigga I got a magnum,
Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher
I'm a motherfuckin butcher
Leave me around anything white and I'm a cook it
I be all up in the kitchin
No need for an apron, playboy
I'm a professional, I'm cakin playboy
The last real D-boy up in this rap shit
Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits? cash
? Fuckin with the bomb squad
Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned god
Church, Higher power
Impala sittin clean like it took 5 showers
Nigga I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt me
Your chest'll be full and my clip will be empty
I'm simply one of the most raw niggas in this shit
Why you think that I got in this shit?
Paid for my momma house, bout 700k
Can't stop smokin but I'm down to a blunt a day
Yay, I mean yayo
On the block sun up sun down like where the day go?
We come through chargin nigga like San Diego
Seventeen chargers, couple of em same color but the shit is ok though
Cause all my niggas on the payroll get caught slippin, get a halo
And I ain't talking bout the x-box
Niggas let the tech knock
Welcome to the real life, black ops
Where it's still fuck the police, white and black cop
And we ain't killin Jonny, no
Nigga give em an ass shot
Put him on injured reserve
Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word
That's how I get down, all you rap niggas floppin
Who talkin shit now? only Drake and Yay worth coppin
I take a hiatus, spend a little time gamblin in Vegas
Come back to back runnin faster than five Lakers
So mother fuck a hater and his family
About to finish the R.E.D. album up in Miami
Lebron can't stand me, cause I got this purp in my cup
24s on the truck, Laker game nigga what?
Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang
See the chrome boy? and my mother fuckin home boys
But I'm from Cali not to be confused with Khaled
He say that we the best but I'm the best that's valid
And before you try to say that that's a diss,
I was up at Khaled's house two days ago bitch
Sippin on a Long Island ice tea with a white bitch
That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey
The wife be at home with the kid's
Look at them and see how a motherfucker live
24 cars, 5 and a half cribs, I was spending money like goin broke was the shit, shit.

 

[fox69]

"Bang"
(feat. Daz, Kurupt)

"Bang"
(feat. Daz, Kurupt)



[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on

[The Game]
Gettin' my bang on, red strings on
Luis Vuitton kicks, Luis Vuitton frames on
Luis Vuitton belt holdin' the fo'-five
You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside

[Daz]
This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag
Gangstas we love to sag, we cock it back and blast
Like booyaka-booyaka, we lay the party down
G-G-Game, Dogg Pound

[The Game]
Everybody get down

[Kurupt]
Look nigga... I nurture and breed
I ain't never gave a fuck about a bitches needs
And bitch niggaz try to invade our town
I'ma lay 'em down, spray the 'K and get out

[The Game]
Say goodbye to the '6-4, hello to the '6-trey
He ain't never seen hydraulics, look at his bitch face
Up, down - now watch my shit scrape
Daz call Snoop, I'ma Crip Walk to get Dre
and Blood Bounce back, heat on the track
Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq
Throw a O in the pot and watch it bounce right back
Like that (like that?) like that

[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on

[Daz]
We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic
When I did it I must admit it, so nigga go and rep it
Lil' homies around her constantly on smash mode
Lil' niggaz with pistols that blowin' out your asshole
Bang how we give it, the culture that we live in
Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison
Real niggaz for life, the roots of the G tree
N.W.A., Dr. D-R-E

[The Game]
We not S-T-A-R's, we don't put stars in our shoes
Bitch we put the whole car on the shoes
You don't wanna see my car on the news
I'll "Set It Off" like Queen Latifah, red beam on the nina

[Kurupt]
Bang out, chippin' in traffic, dippin' the classic
Dippin' to classics, whoopin' that ass
It's hood niggaz ready to get it, your bitch can get it
Cause I know she'll suck a dick in less than a minute
Cuz, I'ma have to show him where the house at
Two milli macks, semi-automatic situational attack
In the back with a sack, Cadillac all black
Like this and like that
Bang, broken like glass and plastic
Bang out on him with the mask and plastic
We got access to massive plastiques
Purchased last week, D.P.G.C.
Bang

[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on

[The Game (Kurupt)]
Here come them outta town niggaz, what up Blood?
(What up cuz? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)
Should I tell 'em Blood? (Nah, fuck 'em loc)
Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes
(Dash, brake, bounce and scrape)
Run up on the '6-4, see the AK's
(Bang) like Eazy, (Bang) like Dre
(Bang) like Snoop, (Bang) in L.A.
(Bang) like Crips and Bloods
From now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoodie get stripped in the club
Like a bitch in the club, watch him strip in the club
You like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club
No jewelry, you can't wear shit in the club
And that go for every nigga and bitch in the club
So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club
Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs
Remember that

[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on

 

[fox69]

"Bang Along"

"Bang Along"


[Chorus]
One for the impala's, two for the gold d's, 3 for the switches, middle finger
for the police, nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die, four fingers
up, two twisted for the westside. [x2]

I used dribble the rock, down the block in 94, shoot the courts out when
killer wayne bought that porsche out,
I had the illest jump shot so he bet all his money on me, 12 years old with
all the honeys on me, Patrick Ewings on I kept the fresh kicks take the nigga
out the jordans if the muthfuckers fit, they fit so I'm back up the block
fucking with the homies trying teach em how to slap box, in front of the
crack spot fiend's fighting over crack rock, dimes the size of golf balls
yeah the shits was that hot, having black locs on like MC ren, deebo came
through the hood in that coke white benz before 106 and park and 24inch rims,
before these corny niggas kept the stickers under they brims there was a lil
nigga in compton 5ft 10 he was dope as a muthu fucker I wanted to be like him.

[Chorus]

Fuck it I ain't gonna lie homie, I used to do the hammer dance, make it worse
I had steal toes on and hammer pants, fucked up right? that's when my pops had
to wait, he had to blow while I was blowing in nintendo tapes, got my ass
whopped for taking the duck hunt gun outside, in my window watching all the
kids have fun outside, ice cream truck making noise, I wanna run outside, but
Imma get my ass whopped again if I run outside, swear I was on punishment til
like my tenth grade year, this new girl moved on the block light skin with
wavvy hair, I asked her did she want to hump me and she was like ? I don't
care? so I took her training bra off that's when she got scared, she wanted me
to be her boyfriend so I was like yeah trying to think of LL lines in the
back of my head, 'when I'm alone in the room' can't remember what he said but
I know Uncle Luke 'bitch give me some head' here go?

[Chorus]

Shit I'm grown now, pops in jail I'm on my own now, got my first kilo and my
brick phone now, 2 door cutlass sitting on dat chrome now, headed to that
county jail, 2 tees[?] coming home now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas don't
bang like they used to, and I can't dunk like I used to, niggas don't move
fast enough when they hear that hoo hoo and taking fades is played out like
Fubu, I got a TV in the dash watching Friday, 21 no felon, tell em niggas
crime pay, red rag in my pocket doing it my way, 2 switches so the cutlass
bounce sideways, four amps 15's beatng the trunk tryin jack me for my shit
gotta beat me to the pump, punk, I'm on my gangsta shit, nigga with an
attitude hold my mutha fucking gangsta shit.

[Chorus]

[Talking]
Hey lo, I'm gonna take these niggas back man, back to the number 4 jordans
niggas dem shits was sway, remember them mutha fuckers, yeah the number 4
jordans man, when them shits got old, we couldnt afford no new ones so we
went to mutha fucking payless and got that black shoe polish, we put so much
shoe polish on them mufuckas trying to keep them shiny black mutha fu turned leather?.

 

[fox69]

"Basic Bitch"

"Basic Bitch"


[Verse 1:]
All you bitches is Nicki Minaj sons
So get her a trash bag so she can pick up her ones
She bend down I see her tracks
I make it rain she throw it back
And all this money keep me and pussy, no Kat Stacks
But I got racks on racks on racks
Pool side at the W, take a puff and relax
It's that millionaire lifestyle, Audemar iced out
Order more spades then hit 'em with that lifestyle
But these fakes hoes won't leave me alone
Fake bag, fake ass and she beggin' for patron
My credit Meagan Good, my money Nia Long
And them heels you got on, pound sign

[Hook:]
Basic bitch
I got a bitch with me, she got a bitch with her
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no basic bitch
Beyoncé, laced front on
Who you trying to front on? And stunt on?
You just a basic bitch, she got a fake Louie
Fake Loubie's [Christian Louboutin Red Bottoms], fake booty
So she a basic bitch
At the club all weekend, she trying to get rich
But all I got is this dick for a basic bitch

[Verse 2:]
So knock it off with your knock-off
You give head to any nigga riding with his top off
You the type I'd knock off, forget I ever met you
Block you on Twitter, never BBM or text you
Lookin' for the next you, I just wanted to sex you
Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F you
'Cause every time I'm up in the club looking for hoes
Everything look good off a couple bottles of rose
Down low with your swag, stuntin' off of your toes
And paintin' a mental picture of you without all your clothes
Have you ever fucked a millionaire in the back of a Rolls?
With Amber Rose? I ain't talking 'bout no

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I can tell by your avatar, you never had caviar
Your friends can't go, you can't go, you don't have a car
But that weave hanging down to your ass
Bitch ain't from Dallas, but she rooting for the Mav's
You a bandwagon ho for sure
You up in every video takin' off your clothes
I thought I told you that you wouldn't get far
Melyssa Ford did, seen her in Choclair, now that Honda Accord is,
A 2012 range, now look how times change
You bitches'll never get a ring, LeBron James
'Cause I got all the game, used to move Danity Kane
Gettin' dirty money with my little

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Be Nobody Else"
(feat. Stacy Barthe, AV & Uiie)

"Be Nobody Else"
(feat. Stacy Barthe, AV & Uiie)



[Hook x2:]
I just wanna live a little
Smoke a little, fuck a little
Talk the middle, play the middle
Cuz I ain’t tryna be nobody else
Nah, I ain’t tryna be nobody else

[Verse 1 - AV:]
I ain’t tryna be nobody but myself
Why you niggas tryna be like everybody else?
And who the fuck I’m supposed to call when I need some help?
Nobody, I just play the cards that I was dealt
Say you niggas don’t feel my pain
Frustrated with the shit that come with money, causin’ fame
Baby momma on the phone, lil brother on the otha' line
I ain’t seen him in a minute, I just need a lil time
I been out here on this grind, tryna make if for my fam
And at the same time, show my mother I’m a man
I been on my shit goin’ hard in the studio
I know they say it’s takin’ long, at least this shit is movin’ though
Pray for me, I’mma make it the right way
My way different than these niggas, talkin’ night and day
I was taught to have patience
Now let you let you know what’s ready for you, it’s waitin'

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Stacy Barthe:]
When I make a couple million, we all rich
When they make a couple million, they all switchin’
Niggas turn into bitches, bitches turn into hoes
Cuz when you beggin’ for fame, I guess this is how it goes
Real niggas be theyself, they neva switch the roads
Fake niggas keep fakin’ till they get exposed
Uh, it’s like we all work the same dreams
But we different, so we don’t deserve the same things
I’m just tryna turn a verse into a million
Without a beach, ya know, just say some shit these niggas feelin’
Cuz I was down for this shit when you niggas wasn't I made something’ outta nothin’

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 - Uiie:]
I ain’t tryna be nobody else, I’m tryna get it
Niggas say they wid it, talk that shit but neva did it
Niggas know pops and if they don’t check the screen near
Niggas don’t trip on my niggas but [?]
Tested and proved it, grabbed a choppa and used it
Pop the violence and use it, to make us wyle out and lose it
As if you dooders recruited, yeah, we was raised up to do it
Tryna survive through the struggles
Some people didn’t make it do it
I guess that’s why I smoke so much
It keep me goin’ Young fly nigga, I’m about it
Presidential dewey I be blowin’
Play the cona with the rock, California sprews plowin’
I’m just tryna get to this money, ball out like I hit the lotto
Bitches be plottin’ and schemin’, so TNB is the motto (Trust No Bitch)
All gas on full throttle, stackin’ M’s for tomorrow
Damn right I’m bout my motherfuckin' dollas Cuz I just wanna

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Best Head Ever"
(feat. Tyga & Eric Bellinger)

"Best Head Ever"
(feat. Tyga & Eric Bellinger)



[Intro - Tyga:]
Shorty got the best head ever (got damn, for you, got damn)
Shorty got the best head ever
And I can tell that you on your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
I'm fucking with you, I'm fucking with you

[Verse 1 - Tyga:]
Ain't nothing to a man, scale on a digit
When I do it gotta do it way different
No shit like 1-9 trippin'
Never had a cab in my city
Bitches all in my air, you fucking with me
Cause ain't shit realer
Crazy on my line, run the game like Pepe
Young nigga gotta get it
She know she can get it
But I be fucking with her cold, want a slick thim A1
Get my young day gone, shots of that Patron
Henny had me all gone, tell them bitches come get some
It ain't fun if the homies can't get none
Tell her relax and pour more up and don't throw up
Or ride dolo and get no dough, you know what
Bro, I got a lot of dough and I can make you my money ho

[Hook - Tyga:]
Shorty got the best head ever
And I can tell that you on your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
You know I'm fucking with you
I let you know I'm fucking with you
Shorty got the best head ever
And you just wanna play, make your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
I let you know I'm fucking with you, I'm fucking with you

[Verse 2 - Game:]
I got a bitch named Superhead, she give super head
Just moved in the building, even gave the super head
I got big guns, that's bitch super legs
So play Superman and we gon' play moving chairs
Off with your head, nigga, you don't really want it
Blood Money, Last Kings, that bullshit we on it
That long bread we got it, that Rolls Royce we in it
The bitches we got bad so no cars get tinted
No cars get rented, got the Masi' all Schmurda'd out
La Familia, the clique that you heard about
20 bottles, nigga, couple million follow, nigga
Red rag, gold chain, bet your girl swallow, nigga
Ciroc to the head, she gon murder the whole case
Pass her the Hookah cause he gon' puff like the old Mase
Make a nigga wanna empty out the whole safe
Nutting on her whole face, swear to God

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Eric Billinger:]
I don't know what you call that
When you make my toes curl and my eyes roll back
Keep doing it to me, just keep doing it to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, baby girl, tell your nigga fall back
You already on your knees so I let you crawl back
After giving to me
He ain't gotta know you giving it to me
So when you leave her stop at the 7/11, get some Listerine strips
Sucking the jewels, I'mma crown you on your queen shit
Killing it, baby
Make a nigga wanting to spilling it, baby
Yeah, yeah, oh, she got the best head ever
Shorty got the best head ever, best head ever

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Better Days"
(feat. Andre Merritt)

"Better Days"
(feat. Andre Merritt)



[Andre Merritt]
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,

[The Game]
the first thing I wanna do is say wat up to TI,
king of the south, now everybody see why,
im just driving and thinking why I survived here,
and I aint seen dre and eminem in 5 years,
that sound shady right,
i live a crazy life,
so many black thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white,
I can tell you about the rims but I aint here for that,
going out like big and pac I fear for that,
take this lambo and put 6 holes in it,
shatter the glass and leave my body exposed in it,
lift the doors up and let all my demons out,
and I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
i aint thinking bout bitches or pulling beemers out,
im thinking bout my son safety everytime they leave the house,
i know how to make it out the hood i seen the route,
and heres the proof me venus and serena out,

[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,

[The Game]
im sitting on these stairs at this church,
bout to start a verse
and somewhere in the world somebody about to start a hoarse,
tell me who inside it, whos son is that,
and how he get there, now tell me who gun is that,
i aint saying confess definietly aint saying snitch,
but if you kiled the n-gga help his momma dig his ditch,
im from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked,
kids wear dre beats to stop the sound of gun shots,
but at least they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
and i seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking flys off my own eyes,
can you feel that, if you can hear them buzzing,
you can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
they lost there baby daughter and she was only 3
she never got a chance to blossom on the family tree,

[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,

[The Game]
We got a new president and I love that he black,
but Imma ask him like bush, where the soldiers at?
now move the camera to new orleans where the soldiers at,
the water dried up well n-gga do you know they clap
we all juveniles we all been through some trials,
and some tribulations, Im in this booth pacing,
what do I say next, should I talk about some cars
or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars,
or my bullet wounds and my stab wounds,
cant show you I covered them up with tattoos,
i cant do nothing but spit the truth,
on probation smoking drink patron before I hit the booth,
you making songs for the clubs while n-ggas drinking,
i make em for the ride home when n-ggas stinking,
one minute you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
and its a Jim Johnsin track now fill this stack

[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been holding this pain inside for so long
though the rain never goes away
they say I should leave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh lord please send me an angel
to lead me out of this place,
send me a away,
far away
to better days