The Game - Bad Intentions lyrics

rate me

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 wit it

Bouncin that impala down the shore like whats good wit 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 wit 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 dont 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 aint talking bout the x-box

Niggas let the tech knock

Welcome to the real life, black ops

Where its still fuck the police, white and black cop

And we aint 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

Thats 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, cuz 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.

Thanks to Moe for correcting these lyrics