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THE GAME feat. Pharrell & Snoop – When My Niggas Come Home

Ain’t no other nigga here real as my dude
And used to throw money like this – WHOOOO!
Honey what you lookin at? Ain’t no need to guessin
Starin over here you about to be a legend

[Chorus: Pharrell]
And when my nigga come home
We gon’ party ’til 6 in the morn
I tell you when my nigga come home
We gon’ pop champagne ’til it’s gone
I tell you when my nigga come home, we gon’ celebrate
Have lobster (and) shrimp (and) pasta, steak
When my nigga come home
He can have any damn thing that he want

[The Game]
I got a nigga locked up, for about another month
He did nine years, he’ll be home before I finish this blunt
(What else?) I just bought an ounce of skunk
Me and my nigga ’bout to go hard like when LeBron dunk
(Yeah) We (Ridin’ High) like Southern niggaz in the dump
And e’rybody and they momma know U.G.K. in the trunk
(What’s in the backseat?) North Cakalak’ freaks
And the shit that we smokin can melt the Mac on they cheeks
Well we headed to that Magic City, he ain’t see no ass and titties
in about a decade, these hoes ’bout to get paid
They took him to the back, I ain’t seen his ass in two hours
Two-time felon takin a shower in the motherfuckin strip club

[Chorus]

[Interlude: repeat 2X]
Inhale, inhale
and blow it out, blow it out

[The Game]
When my nigga come home, that’s on E’RYTHANG, I got him!!
Know why? Cause we was like that, and we came from the bottom
Know how many pictures I was mad that I took
cause I couldn’t throw up the hood, the police had my shook
And all you wanted was Superhead’s book
So I sent because I meant it now the clothes is the crooks
And your girl, she fine as a motherfucker
Told you she cheated on you, she was lyin like a motherfucker
When you went in, we was dreamin ’bout that trey
Now it’s a four door flyin spur with “Killafornia” plates
‘Member when we was in the spot, writin to them Dre beats
Now I’m fuckin with some N*E*R*Ds; Chad and Skateboard P
But remember when we was hard?
Sayin to each other nothin rippin us apart
Now a nigga ballin and you sittin on the yard
But you comin home to that Ferrari in the car
Max that motherfucker!

[Chorus + Interlude]

[Snoop Dogg]
One thing you can count on when you touch down
You gon’ have it all, laid out, everything is paid out
Comin home eventually, you in the penitentiary
The homies like to mention me cause I looks out, essentially
Big BC cuz, J-Dawg and Tray Deee
Young Joda, Scotty Boi and Y.C.
Fame gave me cavi, and cavi became chips
Blue put me on the set; nigga, it’s 20 Crip
My cousin Flip been locked up for 25
And Dre-Lo, he’s a real 20 Crip for life
Now if I mention yo’ name, you know the business cuz
When you get it – you know we livin it up!

[Chorus + Interlude]

THE GAME feat. Mele – Tonight

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin’ for days
Everybody goin’ cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin’ for days
Everybody goin’ cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight

We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you’re comin’ home with me baby)

I said I do I do I do I do I do, you know I do
Red Phantom, peanut butter guts, Winnie the Pooh
You know I got that honey with me, playboy bunny with me
She got a kind heart, always acting funny with me
Said she far from perfect but I love her though
And would love her even if she was an undercover hoe

Notice she killin’ that thang fo’ me, notice she movin’ her ass
She got kids but that’s the past, took my hand and took my glass

I ain’t focused on the flaws, I’m just focused on the draws
I compliment her rather that I don’t get no pussy at all
She love the niggas that rat, she hate the niggas that ball
I’m ’bout to have a casting quarter

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin’ for days
Everybody goin’ cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin’ for days
Everybody goin’ cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight

We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you’re comin’ home with me baby)

How many women in the club got a one to five?
Ain’t had a break in days, know you need that glass of Spades
Girl you know I got it for you, know I got more than one
And we gon make that nigga jealous when that photo done
So take that picture girl, just make sure you smile
And text your babysitters, you know we gon be a while
And we can do whatever, go to MIA and chill
You try to travel state with him, I bet you never will
But hell na, he ain’t tryna lose you cause the head is real
And all he wanna do is go in circles like the ferris wheel
That nigga sellin’ dreams, I got a better deal
So girl come with me

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin’ for days
Everybody goin’ cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin’ for days
Everybody goin’ cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight

We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you’re comin’ home with me baby)

Fuck with me cause I don’t that all these bottles for you
Baby fuck with me cause I’m blowin’ all these money on you
Baby fuck with me cause I don’t that all these bottles for you
Baby fuck with me cause I’m blowin’ all these money on you

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin’ for days
Everybody goin’ cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and

We gon meet some ladies tonight
Cause we got so much Spades and we got so many cars
We go shoppin’ for days (blowin’ all these money on you)
Everybody goin’ cray, we gon party for weeks
I said that money never sleeps and
We gon meet some ladies tonight

We gon meet some ladies tonight (We gon meet some ladies tonight)
We gon meet some ladies tonight (We gon meet some ladies tonight)
We gon meet some ladies tonight (you’re comin’ home with me baby)

I said you’re comin’ home with me babe
So fuck that nigga
I said you’re comin’ home with me babe
So fuck that nigga

Tonight, tonight yea
So fuck that nigga

THE GAME feat. Shyne & Pharrell – They Don’t Want None

Far as dough, I’m stuffed with cash, popping like fuckle tags
Rappin’ in Belize, Louis Vuitton duffle bags
Guess who home, my nigga Shyne
Straight out the brick house to a brick house
Money flowin’ like it’s Chris Dale
Shine on it swiss styles, I’m hood as Kid Styles
My Clair Bomber jacket perfect for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don’t want none, release on the blood Glock
They here by, they go numb
Goin’ plan no. 1 with the gang no. 2
Start track no. 3 back to ypee MV
(Gots the chill) While I stack a mill to the ceiling
Ten gangstas outside, meeting gangstas in the building
One nigga can’t stop this motherfuckin’ killin’
Hell on earth of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my children
Cowboys and Indians, motherfuck the pilgrims
Infiltrate my squad near every cat buildin’

(They don’t want none)
Don’t make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don’t need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
(Let ‘em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I’m)
We bringin’ the fuck
Yo B, let ‘em know
Money Gang uh

Fish out the cooker, bein’ busy for the pussy
In the kitchen with the cook of blood yea, then you rough us
You fuckin’ hookers, y’all a bunch of Ashton Kutcher’s
With the finger tag backs, you ain’t jackin’ that
Yo Game, I’m laughin’ at these cop who turned shote us
Imagine that, you’re mad a fuckin’ life happen at
You’s the only one there, I swear
Stuck the blood clut cryin’
I’m in Belize with Game when these shots fired in this silence
Y’all motherfuckaz singin’
I’ve see the paperwork, you a fuckin’ pigeon, no kisses
Count clood to the ceilin’
George Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin’ every cell they creepin’
County fuckin’ with me, I’m the best livin’

(They don’t want none)
Don’t make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don’t need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
(Let ‘em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I’m)
We bringin’ the fuck
Yo B, let ‘em know
Money Gang uh

Check it, what the blood clot?
Nigga blood got Ferrari’s and Lambo’s parked outside the drug spot
Survived five shots, you know that
When bitch niggas died, they cried
Cause they had to pay for that
Payers took it, where the blow at?
I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I’m ’bout to blow that
They don’t make real niggas where you from
Sick 45, I’m ’bout to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows come
Talk shit? Swallow one
You fuckin’ move me
I disrespect niggas like in old Italian movies
I’m sayin’, I live, you ready
I come in the restaurant with my shirt off and spit in your fuckin’ spaghetti sauce
Boss, my pocket’s fatter than my nigga Ross
Wipe this milkatrone off my mouth with my Louis glove
Understand?
I’m a California felon
Bust your cerebellum, skateboard go and tell ‘em

(They don’t want none)
Don’t make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
(They don’t need none)
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
(Let ‘em have some)
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a week I’m)
We bringin’ the fuck
Yo B, let ‘em know
Money Gang

THE GAME feat. Lifestyle, Atlas & Mele – The Logo

Tell them hoes I go by Mr. Spades now
Lifestyle, Mele, MWSMG yea

I’m in this bitch gettin’ money like vodo
Cincinnati snap back, new era logo
I’m the new era’s logo, I’m the boss, I’m the shit
New Bentley truck, never south as a bitch
Getting’ lost in the wind, Chevy traffic on the rims
Got my bitch in that Benz, doin’ 90 on the 10
I got 99 problems, not a motherfuckin’ friend
See my niggas beat my niggas, we gon ride it to the end
In the club, blowin’ them racks cause that space never cheap
We got three bottles a piece and we all got pizzas
When it come to all this money we divide it like pizza
When it comes to fuckin’ hoes we gon slide ‘em like Visas
Bitch I’m ’bout my paper check and heat blows in Geneva
Puerto Rican in Geneva and she got Ferrari features
Shittin’ on you peones, then dine by those neon
Use to run the rock and bass like Dian

I’m in the Cincinnati gettin’ money like vodo
Across the world, gettin’ all this money
I can’t get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin’ up
I’m in the Cincinnati gettin’ money like vodo
Across the world, gettin’ all this money
I can’t get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin’ up

What you don’t know is I be in that 4-door
And what you do know is I be in that hew blow
But what you should know is I be fuckin’ shook hoes
In that cook oh anyway or any day
Twenty bottles of that Ace, twenty models in my face
Flew to Chicago for these J’s
It was windy but hey
I ain’t sleep outside from folks
I ain’t sleep ouside for them tens
I’ll sleep outside for the rest of my life if the rap shit don’t work out al’ight?
No ice on the nigga
Your wife on a nigga
You don’t like no nigga?
Let me put the red light on a nigga
Bad bitch from France, she gon put them spikes on a nigga
Then we in New York sittin’ next to spike on the niggas
But I’m rootin’ for the Clippers
Getting’ sued tryna move for them strippers
Keep the tool and nigga ain’t gon slip up
Jack the Ripper, nigga ain’t gonna slip up
Slow down, takin’ your hoes down
Nigga we in your town, spillin’ in some more now
Money Gang got tracks and spas
Guess you could say we the new Mo Towns

I’m lookin’ for a bad bitch and she know what I want
Red vone and you better bring a friend
Why fight it in the front and you know I gotta stunt
Fuck the line, girl you know we gettin’ in

I shut it down in my side of town
Fuck your girl when you’re not around
She in love with my bank roll
She like the way I make her go (uuu)
Move around the city with a chick like J Lo
Fuckin’ with a boss, baby everything paid fo’

Money Gang, MG be the logo
It’s Atlas, B dub S if you don’t know, dog
You only live once, yo lo
So I’m at the bar, takin’ shots to the head, Miguel Cotto
Wrist froze like a person’s pose for a photo
Big dog yard, you ain’t allowed in here, Toto
We don’t lose, only move for that money
If it ain’t about that money I don’t move rocks
Phantom on cruise, engine on the hood
Heavenly white paint job
Hater face look like he smelled a stink bomb
(Look at it) Got me feelin’ like a ball playa
I don’t play ball but I ball like a star playa
I’m a star hater, you know how I do
Swag super stupid, got a low IQ
Bottles in the air like we don’t got a care
If you do it like we do it, baby hawl it if you hear

I’m in the Cincinnati gettin’ money like vodo
Across the world, gettin’ all this money
I can’t get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin’ up
I’m in the Cincinnati gettin’ money like vodo
Across the world, gettin’ all this money
I can’t get enough (Money Gang be the logo)
Ladies see it when that Phantom pullin’ up

THE GAME feat. Ace Hood, Meek Mill – The Drill

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Damn, thank God momma son made it at twenty three
Still remembering a struggle hidden deep in me
Momma gone, ain’t no single daddy memory
I became my own man the age of seventeen
Trying make this money flip like it’s a trampoline
I was hard headed, grandfather diabetic
I was trying do it big, like I was Faith Evans
Praying to the heavens, I can see my daughter smile
Know she watching now that daddy rip this record down
Know I love you baby, tell my God I said whatup’
And know I seen em’ just meeting ends, so my family up
I should pray harder, instead I tote a pistol
Speed dollar killers running if I ever whistle
Real nigga, that’s just my genetics
Hustle hard got my money doing calisthenics
I stretch paper, every dollar bill

[Hook: x2]
Niggas cry tears, when I see my first meal (First Meal)
Bad bitch with’ me bet she know the drill
Bad bitch with’ me bet she know the drill
Bad bad bitch with’ me bet she know the drill

[Verse 2: The Game]
I gotta’ bad bitch with’ me, and she know the drill
And she know my ex, X pill
She only listen to me, Ace, and Meek Mill
I told her tat my name on it, so I know it’s real
She know the value of a dollar bill
She know how real or fake them counterfeit hunded’s feel
She know the difference between Derrick Rose and D-Wade
She know the difference between being broke and stayin’, paid
She know the difference between vuve and spades
She know the difference between warrants and raves
Never confuse when talkin’ Glocks and dem’ K’s
Show her the shoe, she put a number on dem’ J’s
Like, it dem’ is cool grays
I’m like, dem’ is cool shades
I’m like, dem’ is Spike Lee’s
She like, yeah schooldays
And she bang the documentary still
Said that motherfucka’ cold, yeah, Buffalo Bill

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I ain’t never ran from nobody, and I never will
Lunch time on these niggas, cause’ I’m on my second meal
I just dropped a mixtape, lookin’ like my second deal
Club live thirty bottles, and I’m on my second bill
And I be gettin’ high as my electric bill
Ask bout’ me in the hood, they say I’m extra real
Cause’ ain’t nobody never rob me, I ain’t never squeal
And ain’t nobody never try, my niggas love to kill
Ridin’ round with’ chuck, but it ain’t a game though
My black wall niggas, told me you a lame though
The block got a beam on it, like Kano
But man it took some lemon squeeze’s, just to split your mango
My down bitch, never count to counterfeit
Cause’ you know the real from fake, I had to learn some shit
Before I ever thought of rap, I had a pound to get
And the piece is steel, I never thought I see a mill

[Hook]

THE GAME feat. Lyfe Jennings & Denise Janae – The Best Revenge

Baby it’s mind over matter, don’t fall for the low key dogs
Those have forsake it cause you’re smart and you’re beautiful
Success, good friends
The best revenge
All my park has got bigger and I’ve never been hearin’
Let ‘em say whatever they want, they just want slower digits
Success (success), good friends (good friends)
The best (the best) revenge (revenge)

She bent over in that closet lookin’ for them red bottoms
She know I like the pair with them spikes on
I mean that’s all she rocket
She got that Louis rolled on, that thing satin
And you know that ass fat if I’m gon take the loss in this matin yea
Don’t stop, let me hit it from the front
Don’t stop, let me hit it from the back
Hit it till you cum, hit it till you run
Use my tongue and fuck up your act
Now she ain’t goin’ nowhere for a while
IPhone ringin’? That’s ol’ girl
Beat the pussy up, that’s the hook right there
Bang on track no. 3 on that cold world
Never give a nigga problems
Got a nigga back like Sean Diddy Combs got Harlem
And she better than my niggas
It’s like holdin’ a nigga down
What’s that? You call it

Baby it’s mind over matter, don’t fall for the low key dogs
Those have forsake it cause you’re smart and you’re beautiful
Success, good friends
The best revenge
All my park has got bigger and I’ve never been hearin’
Let ‘em say whatever they want, they just want slower digits
Success (success), good friends (good friends)
The best (the best) revenge (revenge)

Look at all them girls hatin’
Look at all them girls hatin’
Look at all them girls hatin’ outside that club, in that line waitin’
Cause she can’t be you, she can’t be Nicki, she can’t be Kim
And we over here sippin’ that Ace while you over there man cause you sippin’ that gin
How many shots do I take to get to your center?
Take ‘er to the bathroom then I go in ‘er
In ‘er in ‘er in ‘er so far
I could see everything that she ate fo’ dinner
Pop my car, hell yea, fuckin’ righteous
Smart girl, she can give me brains all night
I’m a beat it up like a USC fight
Most time that I ever spent in ‘er I liked
And a girl french, just al’ight
Keep fuck with them cause they ain’t my type
Get them bags packed and meet me at the port
Grab the passport, I ain’t tryna miss my flight

Baby it’s mind over matter, don’t fall for the low key dogs
Those have forsake it cause you’re smart and you’re beautiful
Success, good friends
The best revenge
All my park has got bigger and I’ve never been hearin’
Let ‘em say whatever they want, they just want slower digits
Success (success), good friends (good friends)
The best (the best) revenge (revenge)

THE GAME feat. Lupe Fiasco – Skate On

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Where the Almighty know, well alrighty then
I’m all mighty ho call me mighty Joe Quinn
With Josephine Baker in the Benz
On them shiny toes, glass slipper niggas with your Cinderalla shins
I’m a shark in the water, you see my flippers and my fins
The pool is my palace go and send them niggas in
Rockstar, let’s take the Bentley for a swim
I run the world take your hood to the gym
Stretch it all out, get it all thin
Back on my fat shit get it all again
Rap on my back bitch, hip hop on my brim
You think you’re high now
Well thy style’s no higher than my eyebrows, this should be a sin
Cleanse, flow clear kinda like how air look
Or like a Cinderella pair look
Or like Cinderella barefoot
No matter how many ankles of crews
The moral of the story: you can’t fill my shoes
Lu!

[Verse 2: Game]
(Mass murderer!)
And in the last verse from Lupe, touche
Ferrari drop top, but it came with a toupee
Niggas say they got cars like us, but do they?
Rap Phantoms, pack tannoms and strippers from
Atlanta, ménage à trois let em fuck, I watch, stay on
My j-o, only when I’m punchin’ the clock, up
On the block, everything mine, I stay on my grind
Chasin’ dollar signs, bumpin’ Nas, it’s halftime
And I’m the G-A, money signs it’s easy nigga, don’t
Want shit for free but weezy nigga, load the Glock up
Cops pop up, you can go to Iraq, take all the straps
Come back and couldn’t stop us, Aston with the
Top jush, paint job, rock dust, hand with what I got
In the trunk will get us all locked up, so fuck niggas
And I’m talkin’ from behind the trigga, now come
Get a nigga, cus I’m of niggas

[Hook:]
Hatin’ on me, you wastin’ your time
Nigga wanna kill me? Then go and stand in that line
Kill that shit, I ain’t tryna hear that shit
[Gun cocking] I know you hear that shit
So nigga
Skate on, skate on (Whatchu gon do?)
Skate on, skate on (Lupe tell em nigga)
S-S-Skate on, skate on
Me and my niggas tryna stay on, skate on

[Verse 3: Game]
Usually wake up early like them Philly niggas
In the weed spot rolling kush A-R go get Philly nigga
First smoke a not, we swimming it hard rock
We push it out all spots ’till they get us up off blocks
Straight for the bout [?] pots, then bag it in in Banglocks
Watch for the top cops cus we nourish our own crops
Smoke it like blood clops, inside of the drug spot
Will take em to Van Gundy, big man on the block
Don’t worry bout my residentials or my credentials
My flow will cocktail, through a Def Jam window
That’s for Shekyan, I’m the rapper niggas fear
No need for Craig Mack to kick the flava in ya ear
Keep the Lambo in fifth gear, catch me on a sunny
Day, paint drippin’ like Lil Weezy in Baby tears
King of LA I think I made it clear, ain’t nobody outselling 5
It’s a Eminem or Dre n shit

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Game]
Now I’ve been rappin’ for 9 years, 4 months
45, 46, 47 seconds, I was Doctor Dre’s weapon
Had the option to stay and kept swerving
Make some rookie mistakes but so did Kyrie Irving
If Fifty was Lebron on a bad night, or Floyd Mayweather
When many packi out did his jab right, I fucked a
Bad bitch but that was last night, and I ain’t gon’ say
No names but she was singing and her ass tight
This year I’m gettin’ my cash right, 30 years old
Let Drake or Soulja Boy live fast life, who ever said
The Game wack, change that, (be) fore the thing claps
Niggas fucked up rap, I bought the flame back
Couple albums later, still the same cat, and my P-O
Only motherfucker thinkin’ that I ain’t strapped
Next time you doubt me, I’m a have my accountin’ down
Southny, we can do this rap shit without me
I’m out G, and if 2011 Audi, twenty two parral leaf
Oils up like the Saudi’s, bout to pick new broad from the hotel
Yo Pharrell, let em know

THE GAME feat. Trey Songz – She Want To Have My Baby

Le’gggo
Yeah
Le’gggo
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh
Yeah
Le’gggo
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh

Everybody fucking Amber Rose
Is the pussy good? Only Kanye and Cameron knows
And who this Tami hoe telling me that Trey shooting a video
In a month and she can get a cameo
SMH, TTM, five star, we be them
LOL hide my BBM ain’t got my BBM
Lou Vuitton he be in ‘tron got ‘em queasy
And my Money ain’t Young ask my nigga Lil’ Weezy nim
I keep one rolled like Wiz Khalifa and ‘em
Got some college hoes what wanna smoke a swisha sweet with him
They ain’t no Lauren Londons but they got that Megan Good
They use that Photoshop to get their ass up out the hood
And it’s all good with us niggas mayne
I said it’s all good cause I’m a trigger man
Yeah she said she wanna have Jayceon kid
I told that bitch you better off with Jason kid

(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch, who give a fuck? I made it
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
She said she wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Who tryna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
She said she’s tryna have my baby

How many bitches in the club just to try to fuck a platinum rapper
Poking microscopic holes into the Magnum rappers
Hopping on the dick but I ain’t throwing carrots at ya
You ain’t gon’ Worldstar me, I ain’t your average rapper
You drinking all the Goose then bitch I ain’t finna pay
You don’t look like your Twitter avatar anyway
Bitch you look like an Avatar anyway
And that’s the same bitch that was stalking Fab’ ain’t it Trey? (Yup)
And this is how I know you’re giving free head
If you was getting paid, the bottom of your shoe would be red
But it ain’t, she claiming she a saint
But as soon she see Dwight she go hard in the paint
But her girlfriend the type you wanna take home
Throw a little Drake on it really shouldn’t take long
Then she told me that she wanna meet Trey Songz
I told that bitch strip and start singing all Trey song’s

(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch, who give a fuck? I made it
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
She said she wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Who tryna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
She said she’s tryna have my baby

Tell your boyfriend that your real nigga’s home
Toast the fake fuckaz cause the real niggas gone
My head blown, hittin’ kill plus the trone
I love the beat that shot at ya and live for the songs
Yea. Know that I’m about
Only mothefucka that the ladies won’t do without
She wanna have my baby so my baby’s in her mouth
I’m so crazy
Five star sweet Shorty, I’m soaked baby
Red all over cause The Game’s in here
We don’t give a fuck about the lames in here
You niggas is queer
Run over you niggas like you niggas is deer
You niggas is last year
You niggas so pussy I should call you all Pap Smear
Yea, I’m so hoesome
Everywhere I go a nigga axe me to hold some
They wanna be like me when they grow up
And I ain’t grew up yet
Shit, I ain’t blew up yet
Millions in the bank and I ain’t made me a buck yet
So I guess y’all upset
Welcome to the club like you in the fuckin’ ass
She says she wanna have my child
I say gimme a black, I’m out

(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch, who give a fuck? I made it
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
She said she wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Who tryna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
She said she’s tryna have my baby

THE GAME – She Wanna Have My Baby

[Trey Songz]
Le’gggo
Yeah
Le’gggo
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh
Yeah
Le’gggo
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh

[Game - Verse 1]
Everybody fucking Amber Rose
Is the pussy good? Only Kanye/Cameron knows
And who this Tami hoe telling me and Trey shooting a video
In a month and she can get a cameo
SMH TTM five star we be them
LOL hide my bbm ain’t got my bbm
Lou Vuiton he be in ‘tron got em queasy and
My Money ain’t Young that’s my nigga Lil’ Weezy and ‘em
I keep one rolled like Wiz Khalifa and ‘em
Got some college hoes what wanna smoke a swisha sweet with him
They ain’t no Lauren Londons but they got that Megan Good
They use that Photoshop to get their ass up out the hood
And its all good with us niggas mayne
I said its all good cause I’m a trigger man
Yeah she said she wanna have Jayceon kid
I told that bitch you better off with Jason kid

[Chorus - Trey Songz]
I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch who give a fuck I made it
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
She said she wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Who tryna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
She said she tryna have my baby

[Game - Verse 2]
How many bitches in the club just to fuck a platinum rapper
Poking microscopic holes into the Magnum rappers
Hoping on the dick but I ain’t throwing carrots at ya
You ain’t gon’ Worldstar me I ain’t your average rapper
You drinking all the Goose then bitch I ain’t finna pay
You don’t look like your Twitter avatar anyway
Bitch you look like an Avatar anyway
And that’s the same bitch that was stalking Fab’ ain’t it Trey? (Yup)
And this is how I know you’re giving free head
If you was getting paid, the bottom of your shoe would be red
But it ain’t, she claiming she a saint
But as soon she see Dwight she go hard in the paint
But her girlfriend the type you wanna take home
Throw a little Drake on it really shouldn’t take long
Then she told me that she wanna meet Trey Songz
I told that bitch strip and start singing all Trey song’s

[Chorus]

[Chorus - Trey Songz]
I do it cause they love it
If you hate it bitch who give a fuck I made it
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
Plus I do it for the ladies
Somebody say they wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh)
She said she wanna have my baby
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
Who tryna have my baby
She said she wanna have my baby
She said she tryna have my baby

THE GAME feat. Kendrick Lamar & Tank – See No Evil

[Verse 1: Game]
I don’t read the XXL
Told em.45 the church, think I’m destined for hell, oh well
Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece
It’s bloodshed, feel the cracks in my city streets
I’m from the crack of them city streets
Used to sell crack in them city streets, born in Blood nigga
In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga
Momma ain’t show, grandma almost pulled the plugged the nigga
Used to pull the gun out, just because of cause niggas
Five shots to the head cause I’m a Blood nigga
Nuttin’ brewing but suwoo’ing where the fuck I’m from
You lucky if you make it out of Compton, ask Andre Young
Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin’ down Green Leaf
No peace so don’t get caught up with no piece
Fuck Fatburger, we cooking that real beef
Momma’s mourning they sons, I’m talking real grief
Real funerals of them lost Juveniles
Trying to be generals, be missing your dinner now, huh
Say it’s a blessing when you die in ya sleep
Cause the coroner don’t need no sheets, capishe
I’m sayin’, stop playing, wrap him up in what he lay in
Fold a nigga arms, now a caskets what he pray in, Compton streets raised me
Can’t tell my grandma nothing bout her baby, you crazy

[Hook: Tank]
I said she see no evil
She gonna knock it at all
You want to see tomorrow, you promise not to talk
Say we on our way now, I’m a see you again
And when they ask you questions, you just answer
What happened then?
What happened then?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I live this life at a pace that anyone can go
Know your place and dedicate your role, to the faith that you’ll die alone
Trace your steps when I do step in a fire of broken bones
And I require my heart’s desire and when I reap what I sew
I bought my momma a Benz, my boobie a jag
A cut for my dogs with a roof full of glass
But still I be feeling like none of my light never casts
Out of that black cloud that’s been watered down since my first chopper blast
But fuck that, I’m not worried, even when discouraged
Skirt off makin’ them hurt off I should have hurt them in a hurry
Dirt off all under my fingers, dirt all of ‘em gon is gone
Shirt off when precesure, resuscitation came early
I need you to keep quiet as a mouse
Which is ironic cause rats is what I’m talking about
I’m hearin the sonics of gun fire
The whispers, the silent cries even though I know it’s an eye for an eye

[Hook: Tank]

[Verse 3: Game]
You want to go to Compton? Nigga I’ll take you there
Hough City bodies get burnt butt-naked here
Respect the code, a nigga’s calling from the pen
Colombian neck-ties on the outside from within
And then, your momma never see you again
Casket to never wake up plastered in MAC make-up, huh
Niggas can’t hear you talking from the sky
And only five year olds see your ghost when you die, no lie
Call my catchers up to all you head honchos
2 Dome shots in that head, Griselda Blanco
Shit get real though inside the Foxhills though
Nigga living that fast life and get killed slow
Ask Wack and Draws if a nigga run the streets
My grandmother’s friends says said “You niggas had never wanted peace.”
Los Angeles, I’m the motherfucking king here
No first 48 cause motherfuckers don’t sing here

[Hook: Tank]

THE GAME feat. Meek Mill – Scared Now

[Hook:]
Who the fuck scared now?
Look who the fuck fed now
Had to hit him with the shotty nigga
Another dead fucking body nigga

Gansters, this is how we roll
Jesus Piece, and it’s out of gold
Versace polo and a pound of dro
Hop in that Ghost, and it’s adios

Who the fuck scared now?
Who the fuck scared now?

[Verse 1:]
Chased that nigga down, put him on worldstar
Bitch nigga got away, in his girl’s car
Put that pussy on the net like a pornstar
Another weenie with bread, he a corndog
Put 3 holes in his head, like a bowling ball
I’m out the gutter switching lanes in a stolen car
Fuck the feds, cause a nigga got a murder charge
Fuck it though, got the cover of the murder dog
I dress up like the pizza man, load the desert eagle and
I don’t just hit ya team, I wet the whole bleachers, damn
Specialize in the murder game
Documentary shit, back to Hurricane
Now tell a nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I’m the most feared rap nigga
Like a Just Blaze beat, I’ll clap niggas
This ain’t a Just Blaze beat, this ain’t wrapped nigga
Voletta Wallace lost her son to a gat nigga
What if I told y’all I know who killed Biggie dog?
I ain’t no snitch but if I did it ain’t no biggie dog
Cause that’s Biggie dog
All that’s coming out the mouth of the nigga you used to know as being 50′s dog
But I got tired of being 50′s dog
Had to break my chain and cut that nigga 50 off
Whole team celebrating, label on my dick hard
Interscope asking “would I take 50′s call”
Hello? Put up 10 mill for a real nigga
Drop this joint album and we’ll kill niggas
G-Unit!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
All these niggas claiming they OG, my young boys will murder them
Cold shooters, that 16, and they ain’t ever even heard of them
I slide through, I get a bird of them
And they drive through, and they serving them
These niggas talking that beef shit, I put bread on it, no burger bun
We walk up in this bitch like “what?”
Rollie on my wrist lights up
Told these niggas “can’t do it like us”
Ciroc boy, and I do it like Puff
With 100 bottles, 100 models
No twitter, we come to follow
Straight shots and no Moscato
I fuck them hoes, don’t give a fuck bout em
Now tell me who’s scared now?
Shots fired, man down
Dead bodies get found
That chopper clip spits rounds
And real niggas get murdered
Top dogs get it first
He came to me in that Benz
And he left from here in a hearse
Woah!

[Hook]

THE GAME feat. Yelawolf – Rough

[Verse 1 - Game]
What do you do when life gets too hard for you
Shed tears or is that to hard for you
I’m just a man, reflection of my family
Meaning you ain’t gotta have one to understand me
I got kids, I got friends
Only difference between me and you is I don’t care bout this benz
I care about Will he was dying and he needed me
I care about the Grammy they gave Missy they cheated me
But they cheated Drake, they cheated Justin Bieber
Guess America don’t like Canada we some fuckin heathens
Game can’t watch his mouth that’s why his daddy beat him
Same mouth made him millions and now his daddy need him
Finally got a black president look at how they treat him
Kids starvin in Africa why only Oprah feed them?
What happened to the music that I know
I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono

[Verse 2 - Game]
The living, the dead
These Dre beats, my head
My life, featuring Wayne
That was Jayceon, this is Game
Adjacent to the fame ain’t chasing a damn thing
So tonight let all of your pain be champagne
I cant tame my killers but I can tell them chill
I might give you a pass depending how I feel
The bi polar bear
They said the end of the World is comin I know it’s here
Cuz California cold this year
Detox, R.E.D
MC’s dead
Kill them softly like Lauren Hill
Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cuz a nigga in a foreign wheel
We all born to die, some of us born to kill
If that don’t wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will

[Verse 3 - Yelawolf]
Never I thought I’d see the day when I, would roll up in the parking lot
And having people comin up to me for a photograph of the shit I talk about
Yela can I get an autograph Alabama so proud that we just can’t wait
Congrats on the Shady deal, any news on the release date?
I told them what I can, shake another hand sign another autograph it’s cool
Got fans gettin inked up, they de-cater to me I love you too
Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll
Long barrell .38 loaded I’m John Wayne in Geronimo
So I don’t really know whats got some these pussies panties in a ball
Cuz I never done shit but get better and believin’ in God
And leavin’ my mom at 15 with a dream and a cross
A cross that I didn’t see until I was nailed to it for believin’ at all
That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it
I mean I knew it would be hard but really come on yall
Oh I’m a redneck? Fuck you tatted on my neck
I’ll sip high life in a can at the grammys now add that to my rep
Bitch!

THE GAME feat. Snoop & Pharrell – Roll My Shit

Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin’ ain’t it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

When I infiltrate Des Moines sometimes I feel like goin’ back to sleep
But I gotta keep this product on the street
Tryna take over my turf
Stretch me out in a hurse cause that is what it’s worth
Baby momma keeps sweatin’ it nigga, cause the rent’s due
Twon son’s, daughter on the way, I think I’m French too
Get out on the streets stack the money like bill Gates
And do whatever it takes to keep my family straight
Livin’ in compent, some say it’s suicide
Crossin’ the street and catch a bullet from a drive by
My homie Dan’s got it sippin’ on a séance
So many dead homies
When I hear about it I can’t cry
I lost my grandmother, that’s when I flipped
Only decision to make now, blood or a crip
Drove across the tracks, opened up the door on my Lac
Put the dope in the front, hop in the back
It was like that

Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin’ ain’t it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

Throwin’ some clothes, grab the 4 and hit the back door
Pop the back gate and meet the fiends by the liquor store
Cops drop by, lookin’ at us like we stole somethin’
They hit the brakes, that’s when everybody starts runnin’
8 ball in my sock, spring down the block
Cut through the projects and that’s when I threw Glock
God damn it felt good to be a home free
The city don’t sleep, right next to Long Beach
Art of survivin’, this motherfuckin’ jungle
Runnin’ with the wrong niggas, that will take you under
That’s what happened to my nigga Big Wheel
Trusted the wrong bitch, that’s what got his ass killed
A blunt and some Hennessey, a lot of good memories
How do you survive when everybody’s your enemy?
Before you brush your teeth grab your strap
Cause niggas will pull the jack and bitches will peel you kak
Believe that

Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin’ ain’t it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my funk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

Ain’t nothin’ better than a down ass bitch
When you’re locked up in the pen and she sellin’ you neck and flicks
On the tear, reminiscin’ like a mother
Two strikes on the case file, locked up state
Now tell me how the fuck I’m supposed to be a father to my kids?
Son gang bangin’ cause his daddy doin’ nine years
And that happens in every hood in America
Shoot your own brother up and wonder why they scared of ya
And your momma at home without a back bone
Your girl gettin’ tired of waitin’ so she get her back blown
By your homie, that used to be your man
And you can’t do shit cause you’re sittin’ in the can
And when you get out, you’ll probly go and kill this nig
On the third strike, man the jury ’bout to kill this nigga
That’s why I don’t trust a nigga or a bitch
Cause either way a nigga always ends up caught up in some shit

Nigga I tell the bitch quit
Sit down, shut up and floss my shit
My music gone, all that talkin’ ain’t it
So sit down, shut up and roll my shit
Now smoke with me, I got my folk with me
Now take this money and hold this up for me
Now let it soak for me
Now bitch is you ready?
I gots to get it, I got, gots to get it

Yea
Game recognize game, nephew
See, when a bitch with me she know if to talk
She gon sit down, shut the fuck up and roll motherfuckin’ weed
Talkin’ is not an issue, you understand me?
Bitch, you do as I say
When I tell you to talk, you talk and I ain’t told you to talk so shut the fuck up
You hear me?
Real pimp shit nigga
West Coast
We stay keepin’ our hoes in check
Hey, that’s your own problem man
Bitches takin’ your all equip, runnin’ you niggas crazy
Got niggas wanna kill like yourself
Man, fuck a bitch man
I grab a bitch, same dizzle and wizzle
You understand me?
I keep bitches like I keep weed
I got blueberry, AK-47, train reck
Whatever you need
You dig?
That’s it

THE GAME feat. Rick Ross – Red Bottom Boss

[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: Game]
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. Recognize…

THE GAME feat. Nobody – Yonkers Freestyle Base

I’m a motherfucking father of faggots
Plus I’m a motherfucking bag it father
Plus I’m a fucking faggot that fucks your maths off till I’m fucking your asthma proper
And that’s a drastic motherfucker karma so pop an acid tap
Cause that’s exactly let’s hope that you fucking faggot, you punk
To the fucking state on this cover by these fucking magazines
All perked in our basements, the conscious thing that nothing matters
And you’re wasted and smack the fuck out Rihanna
Guess that’s what you get for your slap persona
That’s what the world wants, a girl cut the talks about how much she wants to [moans]

I’m about to blow my motherfucking brains out
Because it’s cool, cause it’s true, plus I want someone to fucking listen
And this is pretty much the only way you’ll pay attention
Which is retarded if you think about it. But why think about it?
Why just knock it off your rock and fuckin’ drink and shout out
What’s wrong with the world so you can learn some shit you think is outlet
Slit your wrist to it, listen to Chris’ music
Keep pumpin’ your fuckin’ fist to this bullshit
Piss on the flag that has nurtured you
Offend your rights, persecute, do some dumb shit
Loose on the run from the fuckin’ law that shoot your guns at
Cause you’re the fuckin’ gangster you planned to be aren’t you?
It’s fuckin’ dangerous and harmful for just one statement of lawsuite
This money in Bakers paint at a cross sheet
But that’s not gonna make us remorse

THE GAME feat. Kid Red, Lifestyle And Ben J – Pussy Money Weed

Look momma, I’m a chiefer, smoking on a reefer
I know you say you can’t suck dick but I’m a teach ya
Bad lil bitch, yea I think that I’m a keep ‘er
And she can’t miss school so I fuck ‘er on the bleacher
Got the models on deck, got them hoes in check
All these bitches know my name so my pull gettin’ wet
I’ll be rollin’ rollin’ rollin’, off that potion we be bongin’
We be smokin’, we be joinin’ till they keep their party goin’
I’ll be high, I’ll be low, you try to row a bitch, let’s go
If you did not put men on my weed then you can hit my jawn

(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)

And all bitched branded
Tatted on the pussy, Jordan’s and some spandex
Rolling up the cookie, please understand that she tryna fuck me but I’m a make ‘er fuck my man now
Poppin’ bottles like new year’s eve and we standin’ on the couch screamin’ pussy money weed
In the club blowin’ trees so these bitches wanna leave
And she ain’t even trippin’, daddy spendin’ on her weed
Yea, and all my bitches they exotic
It’s a party in her mouth and I’m her nuts so I’m invited
I will suck it, I will bite it, I will fucking start a riot
Got that cush in my pocket and I’m selling like a parent ah
Fuck, it’s Miley Cyrus
Who the fuck is Miley Cyrus?
It’s a party at the crib and it’s private

(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)

Ah, that’s all I know about in this lifestyle
Put a dollar on a pussy and I wipe it down
Cool motherfuckaz, we don’t tolerate clowns
We in this young life, care less, smoke rounds
Below homie Steve I hang ‘er with a pou’
The bed call me Game, hold that shit down
I’m ’bout to get this motherfucka game a new song
Fuckin’ relief, they don’t know I’m with the fam
Ridin’ ’round in my city
Smoked out I’m driftin’
Everybody, brother, sister, cousins chases fuckin’ bailin’
That bitch fuckin’, she guilty
I ride that and get filthy
We hop by so get liftin’
I smoke strong, that shit will be a Simpsons boy
And young boys get offended boy
Me, I’m just handlin’ this grown man Dennis boy

(Pussy) Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy, money pussy money weed
Pussy, money, pussy money weed
Pussy money weed
Pussy money weed (pussy)

THE GAME feat. J. Cole & JMSN – Pray

[Verse 1: Game]
She got on tights with the leather skin
She a rockstar, bring the heavy metal in
Girl shaped like a coke bottle, Medellín
In love with her ’til she went and let the devil in
She pop pills like medicine
She probably gon’ die, it’s startin’ to be evident
I told her, “Slow down, girl you’re heaven-sent”
I’m a thug but I got a heart like Kev in there
And I can’t let this girl throw her life away
Kick the door in the room and told her to put the knife away
Took her to the hospital like right away
She a angel with demons, the girl like night and day
Stressed out, parents getting divorced
Girl love ‘em both, she ain’t tryin’ to sit in court
She a square so it’s hard to see the angle
And that’s why God gave her an guardian angel, it’s me
And I’m here for her, swear to God that I’m here for her
Last nigga got her caught up in the airport
She ain’t had no pride, so she went and did a year for him
She a ride-or-die, like Eve and them
Make home-cooked meals every evening
Start stripping on the side, now I’m tipping on the side
Love life like Joselin and Stevie and them
Am I wrong for being the best that I can to her
Takin’ her son and tryin’ to be a man to him
She don’t wanna pray, but I told her put her hands to it
I done came a long way from that tan Buick
Yeah, grandmother would be proud of me
Almost got the devil all the way the fuck out of me
Remember momma knockin’ on the door H.A.M
Then he bought her a car and a crib even though she doubted me

[Break: JSMN & Game]
When I wake up every day
Even though she doubted me
I thank the lord that we are safe
Even though she doubted me
Again, yeah
Even though she doubted me
That’s why we pray for me
That’s my momma and I love her with my heart like I love you
If you strugglin’, baby daddy ain’t takin’ care of the kids girl
You can get a hug too
I’m here whenever you need me
Gon’ reach out, it’s that easy
I love women, cause without women
Wouldn’t none of us niggas be breathin’
So let’s

[Hook: Game & J Cole]
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head

[Verse 2: J Cole]
Cole
Good girl at heart I remember you well I remember you well
Got a husband and kid, but I flirt
Hope you do a little dirt cause I’m diggin’ you still
That’s real, but na you don’t text back
And deep down I respect that
Cause even though a nigga wanna tap that shit
I don’t wanna be the one to wreck that shit, so
So I fall back, year go by I got more plaques
Just to call from you tellin’ me you miss me
And you wanna see me next time the tour’s back, damn
Well what changed then?
She tellin’ me a nigga had her caged in
Every time she think about me on the road
She be cryin’ realizin’ all the places that she ain’t been
Well it’s cool, I’ll pick you up
Hold you down, lift you up
These other niggas try and fuck
I’m the only one who cut and still came back to stitch you up
So we fuck, say what?
You ain’t been home lately, you ain’t heard that nigga
Her man left cause she cheated on his ass
Found her pills in a bag, yo she burned that nigga
She burned that nigga
Say what? She burned that nigga
Say what? She burned that nigga
Dog, she burned that nigga
He beat her ass in the crib
Then he went and did a bid all cause a bitch burned that nigga
Now dog, that’s real ass shit
That’s word around the ville ass shit
Get the strap up, get the strap up
Please tell me that you strapped up nigga
We could kill that bitch if you want to
I’m cool, I strapped up, played by the rules, damn
While I’m sittin’ here blessed, she at the crib all alone and she stressed
So nigga I

[Hook: J Cole]

[Outro: JMSN]
When I wake up every day
I thank the lord that we are safe
Again, yeah
That’s why we pray for me
When I wake up every day
I thank the lord that we are safe
Amen, ooo
That’s why you should pray for me
That’s why you should pray

THE GAME feat. Rick Ross And Mele – Now That I’m Paid

Now that I’m paid…
Whoooo

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Ridin’ in a cab, but I’m dreaming on a slab
15 ounces at a time, pussy nigga, do the math
10 ice chains, prince like James
The day I made a stack in the trap, my life changed
Y’all rides swingers, we ride daytons
It don’t matter where you from, haters stay hatin’
Keep the windows tinted, artillery when I’m in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flows is major
In the old school, or M codes for kreggers [?]
Started with a crumb, and turned it to a brick
They were calling me a bum, my turn, I’m the shit
Razor flip things, age of 15 (hello!)
Parked the Chevy in that thing, glaze like Kris Kreme
Rolls on the wrist when the shows ain’t exist
Now my money long enough to put my foes on a 6 (Bawse!)

[Hook: Mele]
I pull up front to the club with my doors to the sky
(Now that I’m paid)
I shut down the malls like a boss, ’cause I gotta be fly
(Now that I’m paid)
I’ve got all the bottles I want, bottles I want to hit
I’m a do it ’cause I’ve got all this money
Nobody gon’ stop it (now that I’m paid)

[Verse 2: Game]
[?] with the Franklins, carpooling with Bawse
Army medal on the burgundy Ghost, fuck what it cost
Umbrellas in the doors, Audemars in the dash
Wale in that Ferrari, but that Phantom on his ass
We gon’ spend this money, it’s whatever, let them things pop
Kids gon’ be alright ’cause Daddy invested in wingstop
Money and residuals comin’ like it’s a ritual
Drinking this liquid money, them bottles gon’ be invisible
Fuck the rest of you petty cash niggas, I’m invincible
Glocks identical, remove niggas from the physical
Smokin’ that dual exhaust, flossin’, fuckin’ them haters
And finger fucking the waitress while sipping this Ace Of Spades
I’m throwin’ money for nothin’, Hawaiian kush I be puffin’
Sharin’ hoes with my crew while these other niggas be cuffin’
Know she love that money game, stay fuckin’ with double M
Think a nigga about to put her in that bubble Benz
Don’t let the devil in!

[Hook: Mele]

[Bridge x2: Mele]
Fuck these niggas, we got all these hoes
(We got all these hoes)
All this money, let me put you on
(All this money in my hand)

[Hook: Mele]

THE GAME feat. Pusha T – Name Me King

[Hook: Pusha T & The Game]
Open the pearly gates, bright white lights Madonna
Angels lined up in my honor, ya’ honor
Name Me King [x2]
I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name Me King [x2]

[Verse 1: Game]
Brick by brick I built my fortress
My queen beautiful, Lamborghini is gorgeous
Phantom in the courtyard, 400 horses
Growl made the towers fall, 911 Porsches
Number 9 Jordans pause the Air Forces
Kush clouds, blunts lit by Olympic torches
Gold bars melted and what returned Rolexes
Niggas got Breitlings to burn
Loyalty to earn
Royalty to who it may concern this is Los Angeles King Snapback
Sipping ‘tron out the Stanley cup, I don’t give a fuck
Drown them in the moat and let the bridge up
My son, my heir in Nike Airs, named my little nigga King
Meaning you should bow at his feet before God intervene
Even when I was in front of triple beams
Stack paper to the ceiling, to the fiends I was king

[Hook: Pusha T & Game]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Raise your glass for the last of the kingpins
The crown in the Maserati grill is mingling
Rollies cross oceans like Frank out in England
The Gay Pride bezel rainbow like it’s spring again
Haah crack rock, crack rock nigga
My SC430 was a drop nigga
Go figure, this nigga play Go Fish
My only pet was fish scale not a goldfish
My young baby sitter now my old bitch
Blowjobs cause what I sold made her nose itch
(YEAGHHHHH!) it’s the king being crowned
Watch my predecessor fall like the sun going down (God!)
It’s sunset, this is Sun Tzu (War!)
He paved the way I brought a ton through (Whooo!)
Been on his heels like a gum shoe
He took the throne so I could run through (YEAGHHHHH!)

[Hook: Pusha T & Game]

[Verse 3: Game]
Rose petals at my feet when I’m stepping out the Rolls
The royal penis is clean, Versace belt gold
Sweatin’ like a slave where them pies get sold
Accompanied by fourteen karats stold
Adjust the temperature let the heat rise up
Like Jesus Shuttlesworth in that glass jar
Blue flame glowing like a Avatar
Five more minutes says the silent gold hand going ’round on my Audemar
Angels in the wing, ass naked do your thing
Show me what that baking soda bring, do it for your king
Every time I look up, they cook up
I be the master of them P’s I got the hook up
From New Orleans to Virginia
I told her stuff them pies in her Virginia
Never been caught, can’t be bought, she’s a winner
Fly ‘em south for the winter make it back home for dinner

[Hook: Pusha T & Game]

THE GAME feat. Lil Wayne, 2Pac, Eminem – My Life (Remix)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say “You ain’t grindin’ til you tired”
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way
Through the day
A life For the night
Dear Lord
You’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken my life Like what the hell am I doing right?
My life…

[Eminem:]
I’m supposed to be the soldier
who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight
of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain’t never supposed to show
it, my crew ain’t supposed to know it
Even if it means goin’ toe to
toe with a Benzino it don’t matter
I’d never drag them in battles
that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I’m supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my
crew looks for me to guide ‘em
If some shit ever does pop off, I’m supposed to be beside ‘em
That Ja shit I tried to squash it,
it was too late to stop it
There’s a certain line you just
don’t cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie’s name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way
beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit
And even though the battle
was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I’m exhausted
And I’m so caught in it I almost
feel I’m the one who caused it
This ain’t what I’m in hip-hop
for, it’s not why I got in it.

[Chorus]

[The Game:]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24′s spinnin’, I earned them
And I ain’t no preacher, but here’s my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain’t about race now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma’s proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, “No More Drama” now Livin’ the good life, me and
Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I’m never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

[Chorus]

[2Pac:]
And still I’m having memories
of high speeds, when the cops crashed
As I laugh pushing the gas when my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these bitches they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies now the whole world trying to screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sipping 22′s a brewing
Now the medias trying to test me got the press asking
questions, trying to stress me
Misery is all I see, that’s my mind’s state
My history with the police is shakin’ the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and
flipped He screamed ‘Thug Life!’ and emptied the clip

[Chorus]

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