GAME - Red Bottom Boss feat Rick Ross lyrics

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[Verse 1:Game]

I'm about to tear this fuckin' track out

Pretend it's Keri Hilson and blow a fuckin' back out

22nd mixtape, half of em diss tapes

But fuck who I was dissin' because I never made a mistake

...got what he deserved, Jay, I might have been trippin'

I was fallin', I was slippin'

He was Jordan, I thought I was Pippen

He was winnin', I was losin'

He threw a jab, I started bruisin'

So I threw in the towel just to separate all confusion

Ivy Blue is beautiful, me sayin' that's unusual

That's the father in me, don't think I'm tryin' to be cool with you

Thug life, Rihanna knuckles, Gucci shirt, designer buckles

Louis Vuitton billboard, the nigga's boy just tryin' to hustle

Poster boy for them drug dealers

I just want you all to love me

But I ain't handsome, I ain't trying to bug niggas

Y'all the Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all

But every now and then, I gotta remind y'all

[Verse 2: Rick]

It's that red bottom boss, nigga

Burgundy Bentley truck, fuck what it cost nigga

That V12 start up like Ross nigga

That's why them hoes call me the boss nigga

Catch me in the Maybach, where them seats recline way back

Remember, I had a Rocky for ya, and I ain't talkin' ASAP

You know I got that K strap, chopper with the base hat

If you see Tip trillin', King of Diamonds, tell I got like eight stacks

Ace of Spades by the crates, biatch

Never lose, like Alexander the Great, biatch

I only win like Bay, I run the city like mayors

Don't make me go dig up them old Chuck Taylor's

Back when me and Snoop was the only ones throwin' up gang signs

Ya niggas wasn't bloods until I cosigned y'all

But y'all that Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all

And sometimes I gotta remind y'all

[Verse 3:Game]

Taylor Gang nigga, I ain't Wiz doe

I got that yellow brick road inside my ear lobes

Playin' ice hockey, feelin' like Gretzky

Los Angeles King, and I'm who the whole city cheer for

Niggas throwin' subliminals, act like I don't hear those

I could give y'all 100 bars, but you all know y'all fear those

And plus, I'm too attached to my lifestyle

Fuck them Air 1's, I'm too attached to these spikes now

Louis Vuitton's, hard as croutons

They comfortable like futons

They suede, grey poupon

The yellow like Luke on

The Lakers, he was traded

But they should have moved that nigga Marion, Gloria ...

Damn, was that too strong?

These niggas gettin' pooped on

While I get my Duke on, and crossover like Duhon

Luke warm, I'm too hot, you're too cold

I'm 2Pac, you're too old for hip hop

Stop.

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