The Game

[fox69]

"Tonight"
(feat. Mele)

"Tonight"
(feat. Mele)



We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight

We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home with me baby)

I said I do I do I do I do I do, you know I do
Red Phantom, peanut butter guts, Winnie the Pooh
You know I got that honey with me, playboy bunny with me
She got a kind heart, always acting funny with me
Said she far from perfect but I love her though
And would love her even if she was an undercover hoe

Notice she killin' that thang fo' me, notice she movin' her ass
She got kids but that's the past, took my hand and took my glass

I ain't focused on the flaws, I'm just focused on the draws
I compliment her rather that I don't get no pussy at all
She love the niggas that rat, she hate the niggas that ball
I'm 'bout to have a casting quarter

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight

We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home with me baby)

How many women in the club got a one to five?
Ain't had a break in days, know you need that glass of Spades
Girl you know I got it for you, know I got more than one
And we gon make that nigga jealous when that photo done
So take that picture girl, just make sure you smile
And text your babysitters, you know we gon be a while
And we can do whatever, go to MIA and chill
You try to travel state with him, I bet you never will
But hell na, he ain't tryna lose you cause the head is real
And all he wanna do is go in circles like the ferris wheel
That nigga sellin' dreams, I got a better deal
So girl come with me

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight

We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home with me baby)

Fuck with me cause I don't that all these bottles for you
Baby fuck with me cause I'm blowin' all these money on you
Baby fuck with me cause I don't that all these bottles for you
Baby fuck with me cause I'm blowin' all these money on you

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin' for days (blowin' all these money on you)
Everybody goin' cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight

We gon meet some ladies tonight (We gon meet some ladies tonight)
We gon meet some ladies tonight (We gon meet some ladies tonight)
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you're comin' home with me baby)

I said you're comin' home with me babe
So fuck that nigga
I said you're comin' home with me babe
So fuck that nigga

Tonight, tonight yea
So fuck that nigga

 

[fox69]

"Too Much"
(feat. Nate Dogg)

"Too Much"
(feat. Nate Dogg)



[The Game]
I'm from the old hood, somethin like yo' hood
Where niggaz don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's
So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent
First LP, on the same shelf as the veterans
Nigga I can't be fucked, like a lesbian
I'm to hip-hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed
Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me
All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if you want, just let it bump
like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man

[Chorus One: The Game]
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump

[Chorus Two: Nate Dogg]
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin her by the arm, cause she stare
Don't know how much atten-tion you pay
You better be ready to die, in this game

[The Game]
I thought I told y'all
I'm done with the beef clown, my son three now
And I've been watchin Dre so long I'm makin beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, fuck it it can go down
Nigga I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo'-pound
Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig
I come back from the dead, tell 'em kill me again
Put my head on the barrel, dare a nigga to shoot me
I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tookie
I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin the movie
Inspired by this gangbangin shit since I was two
I brought the West coast back, what the fuck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[The Game]
Drive fast, both hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash
It's lyrical homicide, both airbags out
Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out
Niggaz - drop the top on whatever in
Bitches - let your ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only in your mind
Four doors, leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a chrome fo'-five under my hood
So if I die, nigga bury me under my hood
Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearin they chain
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane
Long as my family straight, read this at my wake
I gave 'em "The Documentary" and they scraped the plate
Twenty magazine covers, nigga look at his face
I can not, will not ever be replaced
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man

[Chorus One + Chorus Two]

[Nate Dogg]
He wolfin a lot of shit, he look scared
You can't find your girl, she right here
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare
'Sides there's way too many hoes in here

 

[fox69]

"Trouble On My Mind"
(feat. Dubb & Jake&Papa)

"Trouble On My Mind"
(feat. Dubb & Jake&Papa)



[Hook - Jake&Papa:]
Killers hanging outside the windows, aye
Oh my, oh my, I got trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
I know my enemies run when that pistol shake
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I got trouble on my mind, trouble

[Verse 1 - DUBB:]
It's a stolen G ride whenever we ride
It's war where we reside so I gots to keep my
Pistol close, even cops killing folks
Give their ass the whole magazine, fuck a centerfold
Sixteen with it, ho, one in the chamber
Mask on my face so I remain a stranger
Death round the corner run inside when we pull up
Learn the negotiations, how you talking to a bulldog?
Blap, blap, blap - what you hear when them shots go off
Devil on my shoulders told me squeeze my Glocks on y'all
Only the angel that I seen was the logo on the fitted
I'm a seven black nigga, all my enemies'll get it
Bloody rag wrapped around my motherfucking tech
Snoop "Murder Was The Case" what was playing in the deck
How else could I live my life
When yesterday's promise turn to present day's lies?
With the

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - DUBB:]
Yeah, fuck shooting brothers for the color of their rag
I'm shooting at the niggas with the badge
Catch you walking out the station, that's your ass
Nigga, that's for Mike Brown, pussy, that's for Eric Garner
Pig, that's for Sean Bell, die from these nine shells
Go against the SWAT team, meet us at the swap meet
Bloods and Crips together, peace treaty like it's '93
They the real enemies, they the ones that killing me
Killing you, they killing us, judges don't do shit for us
Cops kill a nigga, bet they'll never get a sentence huh
Get promoted right after getting off suspension
What the fuck is this world coming to?
Unarmed black kids, they putting guns at you
That's been happening for years so that's nothing new
Got me sick to my stomach, fuck a stomach flu
Tell captain or the police that we coming through
With troops that ain't scared to die and they love to shoot
Some out the roof, it sunk

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Troublesome"

"Troublesome"


[Chorus 2X: The Game]
Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss - what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply cause I'm mad at you

[The Game]
Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyin
that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh
Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin like the streets is mine
Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasin mine
And I won't stop bustin 'til them Escalade seats recline
The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein sorry, it ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ain't tryin to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
that'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that don't stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through
Droppin all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin, one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cupholder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains
And the coroner's real good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome
If I die then I'm leavin a clone; but if I live
through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig
When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block
And when I'm loadin up them clips, I listen to 'Pac
A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey
And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood
We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Troublesome"

"Troublesome"


[The Game]
I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep
I put five in your Jeep, leave a nigga sleep
Now you six feet deep over bullshit
Got a mac-10 mouth, ain't never pull shit
The ghetto don't make G's, it mold niggaz, get down or lay down
like Beanie Mac told niggaz or meet the fo'-fo' nigga
I let them guns blow, nigga I'm a rider
Thug Life 'til I die, Black Wall Street behind us
I'm a "Menace II Society," fuck Caine and O-Dog
I got the 'caine and the O's, dawg
I'm gangsta like Hennessy and Alize, Thug Passion
Ride or die 'til they kill me or put me in "Thugz Mansion"
Gangbangin, this California lifestyle got me heated
They want me buried, so I don't leave without the Desert Eagle
Shoot first, ask questions on my way to county jail
Kill a nigga over my chain cause I know I'ma make bail
I'm troublesome

[The Game]
"If I Die Tonite" - "Bury Me a G" amongst rap legends
Cause I spit bullets in rhymes, 16's and 9's
I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me stressin
Prayin on my knees every night askin God is there a heaven?
So here is my confession to my unborn child
Them five shots couldn't drop me, but I ain't take 'em and smile
I lost a lot of my niggaz to gangbangin and digits
One figure on the trigger dawg I live the life of a sinner
These motherfuckers wanna see me doin life in the pen
I'm a Outlaw, and the West coast is ridin again
My competition is none, I'm on a mission with guns
Starin death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep when we ride
My enemies is bitches, they plottin on my riches
Can't walk in the streets without the paparazzi takin pictures
Label me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to Boston
These niggaz keep talkin I leave 'em dead in a coffin
I'm troublesome

[The Game]
Money over bitches is my motto in the streets I'm known for catchin hollows
Packin pistols and drinkin Belve and Grey Goose out the bottle
No role models, only killers and fiends
Witness my nigga strapped with gats and army fatigues
If it's murder he wrote it, if I'm lyin let the XXL quote it
And know that I'm strictly a rap poet
Baptized in my own tears, chastized by my own peers
I'm a product of my childhood years
My mother told me I'm HOPELESS, my pops wasn't around
One of the reasons why I'm clutchin the pound
California dreamin, chronic smoke out the beamer
One hand on the nina schemin got these hooptie bitches screamin
They know that I'm celebrity, keep them cop killers in the clip
And watch my back is what my niggaz keep tellin me
21 years old, no felonies, so I ride with the Desert
And pay homage to the hardest rap legend
I'm troublesome

 

[fox69]

"Truth Rap"

"Truth Rap"


Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T beats
We feedin the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it come from
Never forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah!
Game, spit that shit

[The Game]
Hey yo the kid still at it, woke up from that coma
Seen hell came back and here comes my first classic
Still chop it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
and still got dope, under the mattress
It was hustle before rappin, nuttin before that and
12 years old, a lost soul, bumpin "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid's live
Can't do it I been through it the young kid survived
Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, I'ma take you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' live forever
Get it together 'Pac is watchin, Big is listenin
Eazy is talkin to us, Big Pun is witnessin
While they souls still glistenin in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
the shells cry, every hood's anthem
Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never answered
And they throwin us curveballs but we Hank Aarons
A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless
Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers
Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
Lost and often runaway or live with grandparents
Life stories with no authors, see it through, {?} Robinson's cubicles
When time life is so beautiful
Walk with me we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but it's okay to cry
Mothers strugglin tryin to survive, reach out grab my hand
I got'cha, won't let you go for nuttin, I promise
Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Minister Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth we royal
Who's king we fightin over a crown, while lifeguards
watch the hopes and dreams of kids and young teens drown
More infants bein born with AIDS, more parents mournin graves
The plot thickens, somebody show us the way
Tears crackin the pavement, streets breakin up
The thrill is gone and it's a long walk home
So we might as well start runnin, if it's there gotta take it
'Member Jada said "We Gon' Make It"
And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our minds together
Shit rough we'll grind together
Light a candle we can shine forever or I can pass
So I won't miss Aaliyah's concert in heaven
Live life while we listen to my old heads
So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood mayne
Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang
And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of black clouds on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down
in my own front yard like Marvin Gaye
Can't do it by myself, people need help
Keep on tryin to live healthy 'til the end of my days
And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin from heaven
Watch my people drive my coffin through the Compton parade

[Verse Two]
I'm in the city where it's strange where killers follow direction
And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power
Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours
Take sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin
Tuck guns in trunks cause real G's is boxin
Ain't no other options if you stand on your own two
And if you came to battle you can stand in the phone booth
Cause we don't wear capes in this part of the land
Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine
When I, pass the word through these raps on beats
It's fo'sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, when I pass these beats
It's fo'sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, y'knahmtalkinbout people?
Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap" mayne, for the people, get it right, "Truth Rap"

 

[fox69]

"Turn Down For What"
(feat. Problem & Clyde Carson)

"Turn Down For What"
(feat. Problem & Clyde Carson)



[Intro:]
Nigga turn down for what?
(Might as well get this shit crackin uh uh)
Turn down for what?
(West coast shit uh uh)
Turn down for what?
(Uh what?)
Turn down for what?

[Verse 1:]
Bitch nigga wutchu want?
So woman I be in yo girl from
So what yo girl did my girl done, it was crazy
You want me to stop fuckin er, pussy nigga make it
TU king, crown me official
I came with the mollies, gang came with the pistols
Look got the pills, we got the drink
Hoes got no limits, all we need is a drink
And shit we smacking
Hell yeah, I'm high as my fashion
You need DU hit me, trust me I'm taxin
IRS, I have left no right, I'm gone
And like the porch lights in the hood I stay on

[Hook:]
Turn down for what?
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?

[Verse 2:]
White bitch, black bitch
Little Asian, a Mexican, a frat bitch
Shirt toss, get skinny on a fat bitch
I hit her up like let's go get a tac bitch
Bitch I'm from Bompton, two speeds
Hood niggas smoke the kush out of loose leaves
Let it bounce on the ghet til that bitch leave
She ain't even got a car, take my tune speed, we don't love em
We don't love em, we don't fuck em
Extra rubbers then duck em
Dirty Sprite, red cup em
Long night, gotta fuck a nigga

[Hook:]
Turn down for what?
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?

[Verse 3:]
Came through on them lame dudes
V12 in the truck showing what that Range do
Only 1 10, fuck the 4-5
Traffic like a motherfucker, nose dive
From San Bernadino, Rack City
Gardina, Pasadena, nigga my city
Ridin, I be bumpin in the 4-50, sunroof open
All hoes getting with me
I'm in the spot, nigga faded
Worth 25 mill
Worth 25 mill
I know you bitch niggas hate it
Got a angel on the grill
Bitch you ridin shotgun, pop a pill like

[Hook:]
Turn down for what?
Nigga turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?

 

[fox69]

"Uncle (Skit)"

"Uncle (Skit)"


[Car Engine Noise, One Way's Cutie Pie plays in the background]
Adrianna!!
Adrianna
[Adrianna:] Que paso, Papi?
[Game:] Nada
[Adrianna:] Cuando me vas a llevar a TJ para puedas conocer mis padres?
[Game:] El proximo semana
[Adrianna:] Mentiroso!
[Game:] Haha! Nah, i'm for real! Hey, you seen my uncle today?
[Adrianna:] Yeah, he over there talking to Pedro about some money he owes him
[Game:] Aight, call him for me
[Adrianna:] Terrel! Chuck over here looking for you
[T:] Hey, hey, hey, what's happening with it nephew?
[Game:] Wassup Unc?
[T:] You know, everyting and everything. You dig, I'm just chilling. What's happening with you
[Game:] Just came here to check on you and Mama
[T:] Oh man, you know it's always a beautifull thing when you see your nephew here in the neighbourhood, you dig
[Game:] I'm just sliding trough, man
[T:] Yeah, well dig. I heard you been over there in that studio with Dr.Dre landing down them cold YA DIG'S!
[Game:] Yeah man, we been over there gettin' it in
[T:] Well, you know. Just let 'em know one thing

 

[fox69]

"Uncle Otis"

"Uncle Otis"



This then is stereophonic sound, sound sculptured in space (Taylor made)

Shits here is my uncle Otis (Taylor made)
(T-t-taylor made) (Taylor made)

This shit for my uncle Otis

Here's a dome shot to this nigga named Otis
Niggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest
Niggas be chasing they youth but it's gone
Yo 'Ye, this nigga ain't even wanna put you on
And then he turned around, put on Sean
But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don't sell no fucking Wonton's
I don't wear Sean John, but fuck with that Ciroc shit
Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac shit
Who run the world? Jayceon
Will Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation
If you invented swag then I invented gangsta
Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger
And I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
I'm Charles Louboutin, you niggas ain't sayin' nada
Lil white bitch better stay in ya place
You call me a nigga, I'ma put the K in ya face
It's a stick up bitch

(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

Call Khaled, tell him Fuck it, I'm on one
I created Tyler, the Creator
Here go courtside seats
You are now watching the greatest
Shades blocking the haters
Stays rocking the layers
The Show Goes On
Til I start aiming the Lasers
And Lupe'll souffle half you muthafuckers
Its the Drew league, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker
Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche
Tryna teach you How To love
How To Love
Marc Anthony too short (bitch)
Look how that nigga look
And I'm 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles
All my niggas crooks with castles
Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with tassels
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marley
You wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air

(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

I got the money up in the rubber band
Don't run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)
I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty
Dre got that Super Bass I just call it Nicki
Working on that Detox, blowin on that sticky
Can I hit it In The Morning?
Better be a quickie
Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky
Waves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future
You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya
Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see Jigga
I went to see Wiz but there's Amber, perfect
I took a seat on the red futon
Hit it with that Wiz shit on, whatever
So put that pussy on my face
and let me taste, a little taste
I'ma eat it up like it's my last
I'ma I'ma do it different, she ain't gettin no cash
You know why? I'm Not A Star
Somebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huh
That ain't a lie

(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

 

[fox69]

"Uncle Otis (Jay-Z Diss)"

"Uncle Otis (Jay-Z Diss)"



This shit for my uncle Otis

Here’s a dome shot to this nigga named Otis
Niggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest
Niggas be chasing they youth but it’s gone
Yo ‘Ye, this nigga ain't even wanna put you on
And then he turned around, put on Sean
But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don’t sell no fucking Wonton’s
I don’t wear Sean John, but fuck with that Ciroc shit
Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac shit
Who run the world? Jayceon
Will Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation
If you invented swag then I invented gangsta
Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger
And I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
I’m Charles Louboutin, you niggas ain't sayin’ nada
Lil white bitch better stay in ya place
You call me a nigga, I’ma put the K in ya face
It’s a stick up bitch

(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

Call Khaled, tell him
Fuck it, I’m on one
I created Tyler, the Creator
Here go courtside seats
You are now watching the greatest
Shades blocking the haters
Stays rocking the layers
The Show Goes On
Til I start aiming the Lasers
And Lupe’ll souffle half you muthafuckers
Its the Drew league, I don’t wanna speak about the Rucker
Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche
Tryna teach you How To love
How To Love
Marc Anthony too short (bitch)
Look how that nigga look
And I’m 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles
All my niggas crooks with castles
Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with tassels
It’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party
Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marley
You wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air

(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

I got the money up in the rubber band
Don’t run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)
I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty
Dre got that Super Bass I just call it Nicki
Working on that Detox, blowin on that sticky
Can I hit it In The Morning?
Better be a quickie
Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky
Waves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future
You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya
Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see Jigga
I went to see Wiz but there's Amber, perfect
I took a seat on the red futon
Hit it with that Wiz shit on, whatever
So put that pussy on my face
and let me taste, a little taste
I’ma eat it up like it’s my last
I’ma I’ma do it different, she ain't gettin no cash
You know why? I’m Not A Star
Somebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huh
That ain't a lie

(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it