The Game

The Game - Ya Heard

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You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass wheels

You see I be playing with them cars, I'm like a big ass kid

Crazy with that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers

I'll show you how to pop revolvers

Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes

That lambo? That ain't shit, just a public disguise

And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane

And I be driving all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (bright)

As them Las Vegas lights

it be the same in California when I'm riding at night

In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway

Having meetings all day, baby my future is (bright)

As Lebron's, take off on anybody

Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any party

Yeah, making it rain, ain't got shit on me

The way I ball, the fuckin owner should come sit on me

Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back

Turn on the radio it's a rap

Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA!

That's Right! What up Game? Fresh out huh?

Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda

Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger

My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas

And I'll superman, yuuuh, that ass like Lex Luther

Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya maker

My dick's the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers

Swoosh! On that Cali kush, smoking like a muffler

So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia

Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin

Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin abortions

I ain't havin it, see em in the dead zone

Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones

Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal

My verses are hot as shit like I recorded with the Devil

I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator

And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator, like

Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn on the radio, it's a rap

See I'm come from the bottom and they call me The Game

But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name

I took that Dr Dre money and I bought me chain

Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range

Then I bought me some pussy, then I bought me some brains

But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne

See both of them niggas spit, but yall act like you don't hear me spit

Like sellin' 7 million records ain't the shit

I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta

And poppin Cristal with Irv don't make me a wanksta

See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder rise

Readin my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye

So I'mma break it down for them niggas in the South

Slow it down but this Rolls Phatom

grill in my mouth

Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house

P Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talking about

See, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back

Turn up the radio it's a rap

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