The Game

The Game - I'm On Ft. Mars

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Feat. MARS

[Chorus - MARS:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 1 - Game:]

You niggas know who I is, what kind of car I drive

Killer California, the door’s commiting suicide

Bitches ain’t fucking with you unless you in the newest ride

You know me, 5 star nigga do or die

I’m from the home of the scandalous

East, West, North, South, niggas getting lost in Los Angeles

We got the baddest bitches on the north campus

Nigga hopping off the Transit, straight off inside a Phantom

Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the door

Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for

Whole hood tatted up, bandana white side jeans coming out

Busters leave when it’s nighttime

15s in the trunk hit me ‘fore they see me come

Wear 24s no need to ask where I’m from

Westside home of the purp, even 12 year olds put in work

West coast got ‘em bang

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 2 - Game:]

31 still banged out shots let ‘em rang out

Walk through any crip or blood hood with his chain out

Grand momma stay on the shore in the same house

Be on the porch Dre beats on with my thang out

That ain’t a threat but little do you forget

I was 20 years old rolling up on nigga’s sets

Coming straight up out the Jets, Impala sitting wet

Try me in ‘em high lows coming up out the Tech

Now I’m getting money big Snoop on the techs

Andre Young on the bottom of my chest

Fresh from the fade to the bottom of my cheques

Matter of fact Chucks, red Cadillac trucks

Panamera red folks, peanut butter guts on my Pauly Shore shit?

Hit the block and post up

Then gather the crew hit childs to toast up

Hoes breaking their neck tryna see me close up

What what!

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, I’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 3 - Game:]

10 million albums sold I ain’t gotta brag

Disrespect my girl or my kids and get a bodybag

AK47 with the sawdy rag, niggas better duck cause it ain’t a paparazzi flash

2011 Gang banging, y’all copycats

How you throwing a stocking cap and ain’t never cocked it back

Nigga copy that, capiche nigga

Extended clip got 1 bullet for each nigga

Ask nice and I might let you eat nigga

Let you smoke, I keep Kush in the swisher

Keep the blunts rolled up, Phantom 24′ed up

Hop out knockout whole chest froze up

I be in the back of the club looking like so what

20 bottles 40 grand pro’ly why she shows up

Now she in the ? center with her nose up

Pockets 1 0 0 0 0 hold up

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

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Thanks to adrianna

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