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The Game - Daytona 500 (500 Bars) PART 2 Lyrics

Yeah, got the nights on backyard looking like Vegas when the fight’s on
Hood morning, hood evening, hood afternoon for no reason
Bought 50 to the face man you’re bleeding
Thinking Leonidas 300 while we cheesing
Hopping that 300 tell my niggers we leaving
Tell that nigger land on the ground, we even
No need for oxygen mask, he ain’t breathing
…the lights on…
Ain’t no fucking witnesses but everybody seen it
They know what the bizness is, I’m ripping up some pea nuts
Got no love for bitches, all I’m giving them is penis
Gotta wash these bitches yeah take them to the cleaners
There, … that ass, … trying to be … bitch you ain’t Vanessa
Bitch you ain’t Monica so what’s with all the pressure
I’m rolling my chronic up…
Out in Santa Monica, banging her on the dresser
I don’t do the cuffs, but she want me to arrest her
Take another puff then switch direction
Walk around dolo, I don’t need protection
Unless I’m with a groupie, now I need protection
4 condoms came for the thing I’m on that next shit
2 word minimum, I ain’t trying to text shit
2 drinks I missed the … now we on some sex shit
Can you do the … she trying to success
She trying to succeed, she trying to blow me
No strings attached, she like it wee
But when the house lights come on, she like it 3
Put her face in the back, from behind she like free
And I ain’t had to buy the bitch a bag, it was free
But that’s just for me, give it to her like ahhh, master p

I have no limit, I go hard as a motherfucker
You need packy I see a star like a motherfucker
384 bars like a motherfucker, all lot of breath, I should pause like a motherfucker
Nah, I gotta go hard as a motherfucker
Drop top … as a motherfucker
Started off small living large as a motherfucker
In the rear view I came far as a motherfucker
Rip the head off medusa and all the blood suckers
….shout out to … and my blood brothers
… watching the throne… motherfuckers

Time to break the beat down for these clowns
Tell my uncle Otis he could all rip now
Go to sleep now, my flow see now
And I ain’t trying to get locked up in the … now
System, I can’t feel my face, I’m trying to feel the base
But I got all this ace in my system
Run circles around you rap niggers like I’m doing drills for the piston
Sleep comfy, but I can hear the whispers
Draw still cause niggers still don’t get the picture
Gotta paint it red, just so they can see it
If you can’t understand the colors nigger ice tea it
Now bring the base up, turn up the snare
Tell them bitches with lace fronts start fixing their hair
And mars give a nigger drum roll right here, and right there, yeah

Back, back, back upon that rap shit,
Keep that Louie knapsack and that backpack shit
… fucking 3 bitches a night, call it hattrick
Lose angeles, kings … doing our thing
And I kinda get away with the plan used to walk around in a fucking day…

Thanks to Andrei

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