uhh step up in the club in my best two piece i don't need no peace, capiche i got at least a couple goons with me and p o l o da don name speaks for itself type of shit we on we on that don perignon we on that ace, whole club full off dimes so unscrew up your face and get off that, that, that cause we off that key the same shape as the car tell 'em to toss that maserati 22's paint job gloss black hit a pothole, just image we riding horseback on the coast patrick swayze baby we getting... can i tap that maybe we done pull up and hop out and walk in and roll up now hold up say my name before i pull out game, it'll never be the same unless i'm fucking with lloyd and he got his own, lane uhh bringing some more champagne we sipping on ace i ain't talking card games i'm talking black cards and swagger is the art let's see if you're still holding when i play this king of hearts
[Chris Brown] All these girls around the World, they love me I’m supposed to be the only one It aint my fault if all these ladies love me Thought I was supposed to the only one Believe that I’m a gangsta girl All I ever wanted was a real girl You know that I’m a gangsta girl
[Verse 1: Game] I’m supposed to be your number one Thought we was getting married when the summer come Two piece Armani with the ? And when she look in my eyes she see a money sign She see Loiue Vuitton, she see them Prada heels I took her outta that couch, hotter than ? I mean its gotta feel good to a bitch about the hood Driving a Rose Phantom with an angel on the hood I mean we living that good Chowing on Mr Chow’s after this it’s Fillippe N-gga you know my style Lil Cristal, Lil Rose A whole bunch of Al’s bad bitches in the place N-gga feel like an Owl, n-gga I’m so fly Pull that Bugatti out, them haters gon die baby you know them doors are suicide And it aint about nuttin but you and I
[Chris Brown] All these girls around the World, they love me I’m supposed to be the only one It aint my fault if all these ladies love me Thought I was supposed to the only one Believe that I’m a gangsta girl All I ever wanted was a real girl You know that I’m a gangsta girl
[Verse 2: Game] She used to stash my loot, all in the sofa Then I used to knock her boots all in the sofa She had 3 stocks, one chrome on that Toyota Then she flipped channels on a n-gga Oprah, all up in the club getting hawk by the vultures The femal Spreewell, was too hard to couch her So I had to do the best thing for both us Take myself shopping, get my Ralph Lauren coats up It aint trickin’ if you got it right, No sir Can’t get a shot of Patron unless she gon f-ck Can’t leave these hoes alone n-gga it’s so tough Especially if they finance the nose, I pick them both up Then we hit South beach, pull my Gucci loc’s up Hit my n-gga Wayne like let me borrow some ? Looking like a casting call and we show up We getting Young Money but we grown up So what!
Chorus: All this bright light is not for me I close my eyes and imagine I’m home! I miss the days when life was simple, But if I never try to follow that rainbow In search for the pot of gold! Oh, oh, oh! In search for the pot of gold!
…out there right now About to have an extra… Searching for a pot of gold like a lepricon, They say death comes in three, two next in line, I lost a best friend for the second time. Now I’m on the quest to find peace, Still gotta carry my business …when its… You don’t understand, I’m misunderstood, Get in the smoke two more hours, then I’m done for good. So ten million records ain’t mean the hood, It’s a cold world, everybody in the hood And everybody doing time , staying here strong, You still got a chance to let, even though you did wrong.
Chorus: All this bright light is not for me I close my eyes and imagine I’m home! I miss the days when life was simple, But if I never try to follow that rainbow In search for the pot of gold!
Sometimes I try to do good, But I just can’t be! It’s hard to get myself to do things that ain’t be. You all should thank me, But my haters try to send me home early, But you came home to… I ain’t a saint, Bee, I ain’t Gaga, I ain’t the angel leader but I try harder. I’m like light for my soldiers at war, I sit back and watch the ashes on my Sedan fall. ..come home and…
Chorus: All this bright light is not for me I close my eyes and imagine I’m home! I miss the days when life was simple, But if I never try to follow that rainbow In search for the pot of gold!
Oh, see the thing about all of us, We never know just what we find.
Chorus: All this bright light is not for me I close my eyes and imagine I’m home! I miss the days when life was simple, But if I never try to follow that rainbow In search for the pot of gold! Yeah! In search for the pot of gold.
Red Aston Martin Vanquish V12 sick Red cranberry juice in my vodka
[Chorus] Game so violent, give me a backwood, roll a violet Blow the smoke out and scream violence Only thing slowin n-gga down is the violin Yeah The violin, yeah the violin
Game so violent, pass me a dutch, roll the violet Blow the smoke out and scream violence Only thing slowin n-gga down is the violin Yeah The violin, yeah the violin
[The Game - Verse 1] I do beats so fuck ? N-ggas see me in vegas Blowin’ ?, gettin’ head in the Venetian Vehicular manslaughter when I’m behind the ‘Vette Voluptious 22s and you aint seen these yet Zero to sixty, vomit This chick ridin with me from Venice And she out of this world, like a comic? Play with balls like Venus Head game the meanest And she used to model for Victoria’s secret So I’m victorious Word to Notorious Screamin’ out victory, never became a victim see I’m the vampire, sink this teeth into your bitch neck Give her VVS stones and keep her fuckin wrist wet Jimmy Iovine give me big check Coz I valeted the Valentines Day Massacre Put it on his desk ThenIi vanished, in a red Vanquish And left interscope bangin Dipset
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[The Game - Verse 2] Who’s the first victim with their blood spilled on the horizon Come through with more niggas more behind me than Verizon I’m that villain like Ren was You see what my pen does Start a f-cking riot with my pen cause I’m that n-gga turn your man into a vegetable Stripes validated like Clue I’m a professional Spit on video vixins, still f-ck Vida Guerra Another word and Im cummin’ on your mascara Let your mouth be the venue for this vendetta Valet parked this beretta, in your v neck sweater You know who I’m talkin to I could vent but thats for mine, I spit venom Coz half of these rap n-ggas is vagina Speakin of vagina, Vidal Sassoon Your bitch, my room, her head vacuum And this aint no verbal assault We outline enemies in any vicinity
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[The Game - Verse 3] I heard Jay got the vapours Dont respond, I rape em Give em one bar John ?, Venezuelan, yeah Flow sick, top models be the vaccine Drop top Phantom, bangin’ no vaseline N-ggas ill, come and burn down they village Getaway car, Dodge Viper, missin’ the ceilin’ See I’m ’bout millions – love f-ckin’ virgos In a village somewhere, sippin’ on Merlot Game so vicious, yeah n-gga, they know Broad day, broadway, blow like volcanoes Eat like Sopranos gold bars and ? Word to Funkmaster Flex, theres a vacancy in New York So I volunteered to be the new king New car, new ring Show you how the westside do things The southside do things Bring out the choppas Wear a vest, coz these shots aint no vodka
[Game - Verse 1] Sometimes I have f-cked up dreams Wake up in cold sweats, can’t sleep, Hit the kitchen for some Moet I get drunk, but I ain’t never smoke no wet Been on tour 3 months and I aint had no sex Been meditating, exercising my mental bowflex Michael Jackson dead, which one of us ’bout to go next Me, Mary J, Robin Thicke or Britney Spears Nigga I ain’t afraid to die, tell the devil I’m right here Hoe, I can take the strings out of these Nike airs Tie it round the ceiling fan and end it right here Kick the ladder cause I climbed that twice Hate it or love it, I’m one blood nigga, it’s my life And I can die if I want to, and mama you can cry if you want to Just tell my sons the truth and as the maggots eat away at my flesh Let this iced out cross, walk through the bones in my chest
[Chorus] I can try my way (I’m lost) I can’t find my way (lost) I can’t find my way (I’m lost) I can’t find my way (lost) I can’t find way…
[Game - Verse 2] If I tell the story you gotta keep it between us, Only other niggas that know are Spliff Star and Buss I call Buss when I need a shoulder And I don’t always listen so he call me back and say “I told you” But anyway, my paps is a Peadophile, how you stick your 28 year old d-ck in your child And now how it feel to be 52 and have a son that’s a millionaire, and he don’t f*ck with you, daddy! She was only in the six grade, the day I heard her scream, I should have hit you with the switch blade Then she ran but I ain’t know which way, she ended up in Vegas doing everything her pimp say I’ve seen her one Christmas with a black guy, I took her to the store and bought her shades with my last five, My little sister is a prostitute, and I’ma tell you what I’m about to do. Go get her cause she… (lost)
[Chorus] She can’t find her way She can’t find her way She can’t find her way She can’t find her way She can’t find her way
[Game - Verse 3] Thats all I’m thinking on this Grey hound Usually I’ll be in this seat with brids and a tre pound But this time I riding for family Like Khaled did for Ross, they hold it down in Miami On my way to Michigan, not to see D12 I’m knocking on every door, “have you seen this female?” Here’s a picture of my pretty baby sister Here go one when she was ten and this one our last Christmas Low light skinned girl, long curly black hair, sorry for wasting time, I know you probably don’t care, Feel like I walk longer than just 8 miles Ran into a borded up BMF safe house Made me think about all the time I spent with Meech makin’ it rain in Magic city When life was a Georgia peach Now life is a rotton apple Run faster than New York You see my sister call me ‘cause life is too short to get (lost)
[Chorus] She can’t find her way She can’t find her way She can’t find her way She can’t find her way She can’t find her way.
Strapped in the traps Money on my mind .. drinking real wine Big deals got the money on the big fields Big .. gotta the house on a big hill .. 2 50 cash brand new McLaren 3 on a dash ..switching in the fast lane .. hurricane Swag out you know the .. bottoms In the club with the models and the .. bottles
Yung Stunna (repeats)
.. will gain If you ain’t in anything you win a full chain The young Hussein the . who blew flames …we’re running through your bitch like a chew chew train First do me then do …then do .. Jumping on everybody ..all over my body I crush the Maserati come back in a Ferrari like
Yung Stunna (repeats)
Rich nigger blood game… 4 red Phantoms like fuck it is the …thing .. in the watch dimes in the chain nigger running up the game Getting stupid .. shut 7 years in this bitch new kid on the block .. in the watch me I had to say it again …
