Pray lyrics - The Game (feat. J. Cole & JMSN)

[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

Church lyrics - The Game (feat. King Chip & Trey Songz)

[Hook: Game]
I'm tryin' to go to church
Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club
See my hoes, TWERK!
See bad girls be at the strip club
Good girls, they be in CHURCH!
Always wonder why my grandmother
Try to get me to go to CHURCH!
Please Lord forgive me, I'm bout to take niggas to CHURCH!

[Verse 1: Game]
Christian Louboutins, they're my best friends
I'm bout to put these bitches to the test then
What ya callin' spikes?
What color that box?
Is that a white bag in it?
Yea? No? Hold up. Stop
You ain't bout that life (bout that life)
You ain't bout that life
You don't bounce that ass like, "Oh Lord!"
Then climb back up the pole to meet Christ
Saturday night, she twerkin it for a real nigga
These niggas hatin', I hate them niggas
Make me wanna bring back Tommy Hilfiger
I'm in love with' a stripper, Quotin' the nigga T-Pain
Said I love dem' strippers, word to my nigga 2 Chainz
Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants
Ya strippin? Gon' twerk it then, cause' after this...

[Hook]

[Bridge: Trey Songz (and Game)]
I know this ain't the first night
Go on girl, just do your thang
Don't be actin' shy
Take a sip and just do it babe
Sittin here all night (just do it for me)
Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me)
Girl I pray that, me and you lay down
Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down
Sooner or later, sooner or later
The way you move that ass [?]
Go on, baby, lay down
(CHURCH!) Thicker than a Bible
(CHURCH!) I need it for survival
(CHURCH!) Lord save me!
(CHURCH!) Poppin' bands for my baby

[Verse 2: Game]
I'm a crucify that pussy
I'm a nail it here, I'm a nail it there
I'm a mail it here, I'm a mail it there
Doin' all this sippin' Belvedere
Gotta sheriff here and a baliff here
All we missin is a judge
One night with a random bitch, and she'll burn your ass like a rug
Real niggas gon' say that, real niggas don't play that
Real nigga'll take a basic bitch, then close the trunk of that Maybach
Open the trunk to that Maybach, roll the bitch in that water
Conscience start gettin the best of you, gotta pull a ho outta that water
Try to make some sense of it, tell a ho she got baptized
Put a couple hundreds in her Trues, tell a ho to get her act right
Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance
Red bottoms will make her fuck. You broke niggas don't stand a chance
CHURCH!

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: King Chip]
King Chip, eastside Cleveland ghetto mogul
You say, "Damn, you livin like that?"
I say, "Bitch, I told you."
Sunday mornin, extra clean, get these bitches off of him
I'm a roll through your hood, and collect my offering
Seen her with a group of friends, damn she got the best butt
Then she turned around, lookin like Morris Chestnut
Aww, hell no, God damn. What the fuck?
Even though shit a nigga still might fuck...
You can be my "Plan C", just in case my "A" and "B" can't cut
Guess what? A nigga so fresh to death, I'm decomposin'
I just copped a dope ass condo, just to keep some hoes in
What I'm gon' do with all these racks?
Damn, what she gonna do with all that ass?
That baby oil is Holy Water
Ever met a young nigga with too much cash?
Her baby daddy live by my words
Damn, she cold, she got them curves
Double parked outside of the club
Niggas like, "Damn, nigga got some nerves"
Smokin these L's in the pulpit
With OG Chuck in the cool bitch
Got ten thousand all in ones cause, damn, that ass is stupid (Haha!)

[Bridge]

All That (Lady) lyrics - The Game (feat. Lil Wayne, Big Sean, Fabolous & Jeremih)

[Verse 1: Game]
You know I love you like cooked food, I'm a good dude
Let's hit the Roscoe's on Pico, I'm in a hood mood
I'm sittin' here thinkin' 'bout all the things I could do
So what you should do is
Play your position for Berkin bags, we poppin' tags
Her shoe game sick, we drinkin' Ace out of Red Bottles
True gang shit, fuck with me and you're famous
Kanye'd my bitch, now she's away from the nameless
Camera flashes from strangers, turn a Range to a manger
Jesus piece on the plate, yea my baby an angel
Fell straight up out of Heaven into what we into
Who knew we'd grew into, whatever we into
That's too much for your mental so we snapback that
Game on point like the stripes on my Gucc backpack
My ladybug, yea she cool like that
In them Trues, why you move like that

[Hook: Jeremih]
You know my lady always on
She know I need it so
She know she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
My lady got me going
I'm where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
Uh, you my lady
And that pussy feel like a haven
We can make babies, let's be creative
She say leave them tricks alone but I'm a skater
I love her like her daddy, told her no man would
I got a lot of bad bitches, she the only one good
I got her flowers for nothing, she smiling and blushing
If I don't answer my phone, then we probably fucking, ya
She love my tattoos
Ain't got no room for her name but I'm a make room
She let her hair down, we have a stare down
She said "I'm glad you ate it, where my cap & gown?"
Told her "I can be your chauffeur, " dick like a limo
Multiple orgasms, that's my M.O
Redbone pretty
I kiss her from her titty to her clitty

[Hook: Jeremih]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Look, my girl's sweet like my hotel floor
From where they ran through more keys than a hotel door, the D
Give her the D now the whole hotel know
Feel like I'm looking down from Heaven screaming "Oh, Hell no!"
When you hop on top, girl, that's what it feel like
She always had a player back like them field lights
And every time I left it ain't feel right
Cheated on her and she stayed, that's just real life
Cause it's hard when you ain't on the same coast
Burning bread in the club so all these girls want toast
Hoes try and wave but we ain't on the same boat
They trying to sink everything that we made float
She told me 'bout her ex man, her old boy stories
And how she had a dildo, you know, toy stories
Don't fuck her on her period, ain't into horror stories
I take her to my favorite restaurant, she order for me
Cause she know me

[Hook: Jeremih]

[Outro: Fabolous]
I'm feeling your style
I'm loving your swag
I like how your jeans fit
You're killing that bag
You working them heels
Your diamonds are real
You give me the chills, girl
You all that...

Name Me King lyrics - The Game (feat. Pusha T)

[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]

See No Evil lyrics - The Game (feat. Kendrick Lamar & Tank)

[Verse 1: Game]
I don't read the XXL
Tote a 45 to 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 plug 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]
Such you 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]
Such you see no evil
She don't hear nothin 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?

[Bridge: Tank]
I was born a soldier
Ride or die for mine
Tied two tears and a lawyer
Tried to give me love
Heaven can you hear me? I know that hell can't
So heaven can you hear me?
I'm only just a maaaan... oooooooohhh

[Verse 3: Game]
You want to go to Compton? Nigga I'll take you there
Half 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
Karma catches 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 prayers saved you niggas, I never wanted peace.
Los Angeles, I'm the motherfucking king here
No first 48 cause motherfuckers don't sing here

[Hook: Tank]
Such you see no evil
She don't hear nothin 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?

Can't Get Right lyrics - The Game (feat. K. Roosevelt)

[Verse 1: Game]
I bumped Ether, bumped Takeover
Seein' Jay and Nas on stage was hip-hop's makeover
And that very day you knew niggas was born
Tyler the Creators, Drake, J. Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you ain't fuck, then you ain't get your dick wet
I see your little chain
I see your little dreads, tryin' to be a Lil Wayne, shit
I used to wanna be a little Hov
Started with a little rock, got me a little stove
Made a little money, bought me a little Rov'
Paid cash money like I was from Hollygrove
Sold ten mill, everybody know my name now
Thinkin' back, it's a motherfuckin' shame how
Biggie got killed and Pac got murked
Sometimes I gotta step in the church, cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
As the blood spills from my pen
It's time to confess my sins, cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
I smoke weed, pop pills, but I'm thinkin' it's time for me to chill
Cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
I'm tryin' to get some head tonight, have a stripper in my bed tonight
But I ain't tryin' to go to hell

[Hook: K. Roosevelt]
Father forgive me, cause I ain't perfect
No, no no no
Why is everything wrong?
Oh I can't get it right, I always try to get it right

[Verse 2: Game]
Dre promised me records, I never got 'em
That's why I had nightmares that a nigga shot him
For all my albums missed records
Felt he shitted on me for Kendrick, recorded diss records
And Kendrick, my nigga, put him on his first mixtape
I pop champagne when I heard he was with Dre
And I'm tellin' y'all this true story cause I'm real
Dre, first time, hearing 'bout it, wonder how he feel
Cause I feel like shit severin' the relationship
The only doctor I knew to make all of his patients rich
Snoop, Pac, Em, 50
Me, K. Dot, watch us do a 360
Plus The Documentary saved me from penitentiaries
I ain't trippin', niggas been disloyal for centuries
Finally got the crown, this motherfucker meant for me
Funny how you do your top 5's and don't mention me
Fuck 'em all

[Hook]

[Break: K. Roosevelt]
See I been spendin' these late nights
Oo, girls I never seen gettin'
Constantly intoxicated
Only God could save me, yeah
With 'em by the sunrise
One day everyone dies
That's the way the story goes
But now, I can't feel my heart
But I just keep ridin', ridin'
Feel so numb, numb, oh yeah

[Hook]

Heaven's Arms lyrics - The Game

[Intro]

[Hook: Game]
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)

[Verse 1: Game]
Gucci in my closet, pardon my head
Pardon my French, but I'm on my Nas shit, off with your head
Off with your bitch, she offered me head, I offered her dick
Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
I'm rolling this kush, she coughing and shit
Freak bitch named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin' to Kiss
Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits
Dick must be good 'cause now she in Boston with bricks
Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit
Off with a ten, she took it 'cause she's far from a snitch
Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown
Paying her tuition so she ain't gotta be strippin'
It's money so I ain't trippin', this bullshit get printed
Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented
My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered
You get sent to your maker, fuckin' around with my paper

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Game]
Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo
I know a Farrakhan though, three-story condo
IPod shuffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono
Armado, the last words of Paul Castellano
Nothin' but endless paper and bitches for niggas I know
Smokin' Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald's
All the way in Milano, ashin' out Cohibas
Fuckin' in that blue Aventador, the nose like Gonzo
Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin' high notes
Throwin' Louis luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note
15's in everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos
Santana, now we in Magic, Atlanta
Wipin' Ciroc off my Loubi's with my Gucci bandana

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]
Kanye with Kim now, I'm happy for that nigga
Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that nigga
Grew up listenin' to Pac, now I'm rappin' for that nigga
My brother been dead 20 years, I'm trappin' for that nigga
God Flow like Pusha n'em, rose Phantom pushin' 'em
Splittin' Louisville Sluggers open, puttin' kush in 'em
Ain't forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them
Obama can't speak on it 'cause the government's shushin' him
But that's my nigga though, still stackin' figures
So one day I'm top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though
I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though
And all them old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau
He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go
Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole
I'm out here tryna win a penant though
Never thought I'd be legendary, but fuck it I'm in it so

[Hook]

Hallelujah lyrics - The Game (feat. Jamie Foxx)

[Hook:]
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays, all I'm tryina do, reach you, praise you
Heaven's prays, all I'm wanna do, praise you, my lord

Nigga I ain't pastor mason yo, nigga patting rhyme, pete sirock acing y'all
And since I got good taste and all, this for all the bad bitches couldn't wait to get they braces off
I know we in church, and the way that I'm thinking, wrong
But inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone
But I don't wanna do that, I came to take the service in
And stare at all the women who brought they Louie purses in
Bad bitches in here, forgive me for my sins
I ain't meant to walk inside the church cursing again
I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus
But you can't catch the holy ghost in the prius

[Hook:]
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays

They look around the church like what that nigga looking here
He prolly told of somebody, posed to be doing years
But who am I to judge a nigga, hey I don't wanna go to church, I can't budge the nigga
But I love the nigga, so I'm a go for both us, and put these g stars slacks with these louie loafers
He rather sit outside and listen to hova
But the service jumping, the pastor is serving my mimosas
And all this ass in here, how do I focus
Collection plate buldging damn pastor you the coldest
My envelope stay swollen, so I'm a count my blessings now, somebody hold this

[Hook:]
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a run through ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays

Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap
Ain't paying they ties, taking up 2 seats
And look at God's house, pack full of sinners
With the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners
Yeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain't
And your outfit clean but your nose ain't
And I supposed ain't nobody a liar in here
If that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in here
I'm so glad we have a choir in here, to wake me up everytime I get tired in here
And one thing's for sure, gotta praise the lord
Cause when I went to undefeated, they still have my force
Fell to the floor like

[Hook:]
Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'm a run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damn
Heaven's prays, all I'm tryina do is, reach you, praise you
Heaven's prays, all I'm wanna do is, my lord

Freedom lyrics - The Game (feat. Elijah Blake)

[Verse 1: Game]
Holdin' my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley tryin' to find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop
Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still
But hope ain't lost cause Dr. Dre the man still
Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil
Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill
And I ain't lost the hunger, I'm eatin' out the can still

Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now
I know they listenin' like
This young nigga be killin' this shit
Hip-hop is life's ciroc I'm 'bout to drop a pill in this shit
Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga

[Break]
Stunna, whattup blood?
"Whattup blood? What's poppin' my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight Cash Money, my nigga
So, it's YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let's get it poppin'"
Rich game
[?] one hunnid
Suwoo

[Verse 2:]
New coupe, remove roof
I'm from where niggas'll do your bitch and bitch niggas'll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu
We puttin' on magnums, taggin' that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit
Niggas know I'm classic, I ain't even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can't fuck with Jayceon
So let's go

[Hook: Elijah Blake]
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad [?]
Every hood needs an anthem
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Winning comes with a price
No matter how hard you try
Can't buy freedom
We're far from being free
Yea we're far from being free
We're far from free

[Verse 3: Game]
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased
Niggas saying I'm underrated
Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement
Let me find a gun up here, [when?] I leave you niggas under pavement
Tell 'em they rent's due, pay up or get cement shoes
All this dope be around, you act like I ain't lean on that fence too
But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I'm into
You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot of dope features
Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer
I know the concept behind it is gon' reach ya
Now turn this mufucka up and blow speakers

Ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go

[Hook]

[Outro: Game]
And last but definitely not least
I wanna send a special shout out, to my nigga James Harden
Another Los Angeles nigga carrying rockets
Ballin' on you bitches

Celebration lyrics - The Game (feat. Lil Wayne, Tyga, Chris Brown & Wiz Khalifa)

Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside

[Hook:]
We havin' a celebration, let us stay high
We havin' a celebration, let us stay high
We havin' a celebration, let us stay high
We havin' a celebration, let us stay high

[Game:]
Nigga blowing on that ayo, breakin' down them trees
I'm out the door with dro on the keys
Scooping up Chris and I'm hitting the freeway
Yeah, got a whole zip of that purp
Got a couple hoes home with no clothes on
Cause they roll on us, let's twerk
Now we hotboxin' that Ghost, Ace all in that do'
Ray Bans in my face, never know when my eyes low
Smoke good, fuck good, eat good, steakcap
She said backwoods, kill swishers, you eat take out
Yeah, but I love fucking them redbones
She country thick and that hair long, that pussy killer, she dead wrong
She went to Howard, her head strong, her mamma tall, So her legs long
She went to college and got her masters, now she bringing that bread home
Roll up

[Bridge:]
Put the purp in the blunt
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
Put the purp in the blunt
Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside

[Hook x2]

[Chris Brown:]
It's a celebration, all on the pole they doing the dance
Anticipating I'm feeling your body, hoping that you would just give me a chance
God damn babe, just hold your glass up for this toast
My ca$h up and yo ass up, and I'm the one tippin' the most
Tonight, on the westside
And if you wanna roll, have the best fuckin night of your life, no lie, no lie
Me and you together girl I'm celebratin' you tonight

[Tyga:]
Uh, yeah I'm bloooown no cigarillo, rillo
Love when I'm Mellow, get on my level 101 Karats in my bezel
I'm ooooon, like soon as the ice cream truck at the ghetto
Little knucklehead always in trouble soon as I ask shawty her number, fashooooooo
Yeah I get it then I gone, then I hit it like bone bone
Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone
Said she wait when daddy come home
Told me she ain't got nothing on
I'm talkin' no th-thong. thong thooooong
Yeah she throwin' that ass back
Hard as a bat, sit on my lap
Fucking with me, ain't nothing better than that
That's a fact. That's a fact?
Don't act hollywood cause I don't act
Bout my business but I don't slack
This my celebration rap, so

[Hook x2]

[Lil Wayne:]
I pour up for Pimp C, light up for Soulja Slim
Straight out the gutter, with the rest of the bowlin' pins
Money for days, bitches go both ways
On the road to riches, bitch I got road rage
Got the kush in the swisher, got the pussy, the liquor
Got a silencer on the gun, take it off like a stripper
Yeah, wake up, wake up, I'm goin' at your face, make up
These niggas need stitches cause they taking pay cuts
Man somebody tell them hoes it's a celebration
All my niggas got guns no registration
Now gone light that weed up, I'm Trukfit tee'd up
Hoes down, B's up

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Rollin' and chokin' and movin' slow motion, I'm floatin' I'm gone
Rollin' and chokin' and movin' slow motion, I'm floatin' I'm gone

[Hook]

I Remember lyrics - The Game (feat. Young Jeezy & Future)

[Hook: Game (Future)]
It's been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Makin' sure they in the triple beam, I remember
Blow the fully auto magazine, I remember
(I done fucked so many bitches that I can't remember names
But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember
Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember
The way she coppin' down on the floor, I remember)

[Verse 1: Game]
Pop the pussy, don't play with it
I don't care if Kanye hit it, I don't care if Jay hit it
I'm a eat it up and I'm a lay with it
We shot a chopper at the gun range
Got stupid cars, got dumb change
Red bottoms, let the tongue hang
Got an off-white Porsche, cum stain
I'm whippin' work (I remember)
Roll up that purp (I remember)
Pour up that syrup (I don't remember)
(How Tunechi had that purple Slushy comin' out that blender)
Got a Keisha, got a Rhonda
Got a Nisha, got a Tanya
Met a Tishaun, met a Honda
And I eat her anaconda
Got condoms in that condo
Got kush breeded in Rondo
Still hit me up for that blow
You already know

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Drop top 'Rari shit, I drove it like I stole it
The Lambo in the shop, told my bitch to Range Rove
Microwave broke, so a nigga had to stove it
Dropped it off to my Auntie, told her hold it
I'm posted right now, posted in this Gucci link
7 dead, 30 mill, wonder what Kool G think
Quaters not half O's (I remember)
Now it's the middle of June, and it's snowing like December
If it get into the 'sacs in your hood, I could mend ya'
Ya' nigga talkin' reckless on your song, I'll revenge ya'
Pull up to the club in a Phantom, I had a vision
Break 'em all down on the hammer, end of vision

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Future]
Pop that pussy up in that hydraulics (what's that)
6 4, throw that brick inside a pot and cook it, whip it good though
Baking soda inside of her bowl, hey yo, watch me blow
Promethazine mixed with a Sprite, poor it foo'
Been sippin' syrup all night, and I get higher than a plane
Yeah I remember your pussy girl, but I don't know your name
I got diamonds hanging off, they can talk of the insane
Ever since I gave her that molly, man that girl ain't been the same
Better pop pussy for a real nigga
That's on the way, I'm a deal with ya
I'm a real boss, that real sauce
Don't try me bitch, I will floss
That's real talk, my top off, I'm throw it off
Homo that green no play golf
I hustle take no days off
(FUTURE)

[Hook]

Blood Diamonds lyrics - The Game

[Verse 1: Game]
Jacob sold me my first couple pieces
I was killing niggas who misunderstood what diseased did
Spent half a mill on a Ferrari, I coulda leased it
Driving Scott Storch's Bugatti 'fore they released it
Drop The Documentary, rockin' khakis with creases
Dope and hip hop, it resurfaced with some leeches
Ten times platinum, now I'm chillin' where the beach is
Time to show the world what a motherfuckin' beast is
Blanca, bullet proof cars in Sri Lanka
12 years old, on his shoulder, a rocket launcher
10 thousand miles away, there's an owner of a corner store
A white man walks in, spit shinin' his Audemar
While somewhere in Africa, Jo-Burg and Congo is goin' to war
Rebels enslavin' they own people, diggin' water or
Get murdered 'cus that choppa is a carnivore
He found one and stole it, now the village tryna find that boy

[Hook: Game]
Blood Diamonds
Look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Now take a look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Look at Blood Diamonds
Blood Diamonds
Now take a look at Blood Diamonds

[Verse 2: Game]
How you sellin' the shit our people is diggin' for
Diamonds, cotton, that belong to niggas though
LeBron and Durantula gave America a look at gold
And what you give us back, is another fucking liquor store
And we need blunts, so we walk in that motherfucker
Money in the safe, so we in that motherfucker
But you can't forget the tape, tryna pin a motherfucker
DEA ain't got a case, I'm a win that mothercuker
And it ain't about the Chinese, dude, I eat Chinese food
Where you think Michael Jordan find these shoes
We robbin' each other for 'em, think I should hide these jewels
Run up on you in broad day with them Siamese 2's
But nah, Mandela did 28 straight
Without a fucking complaint, put a afro on a saint
Put a wig on a judge, put a nigga in some chains
Over change, kill him, lethal injection inside his veins

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]
Brutus killed Ceasar
And Judas killed Jesus
John Wilkes Boothe killed Lincoln
And you thought he freed slaves, what the fuck was you thinkin'
Nigga fuck Lincoln
I'm rolling up kush in my Lincoln, now let it sink in
Rolled against Obama now you divin' in the deep end
I'd rather take my chances at this water fountain drinkin'
Where the fuck is the loyalty, knock these niggas fuckin' teeth in
In the hood singin' like they Aubrey or The Weeknd
Pull that tile from under that door, and let it seep in
There's a lot of shit I Don't Like, so bring Chief Keef in
I don't like these phony ass jewelers with that fake shit
Overcharging niggas an arm and leg just to make shit
And you wonder why we take shit, y'all put us on slaveships
That's the reason we hate shit, rob my own niggas for them

[Hook]

Dead People lyrics - The Game

[Bridge: Game]
Graveyards in my pocket.
Tombstones in my wallet.
If you talkin' 'bout my profit,
All I see is dead people.
All I see is dead people.
You starve so when my momma tryna make a couple dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' over dead people.
Muthafuckin' dead people.

[Verse 1: Game]
This shit gets deep.
Don't fuck with me.
You end up six feet deep.
Listen to how I did it.
I crept up slow on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, potato burners.
Ski mask, body bag, duct tape, and a pillow.
In the front solo.
Sittin' low with the lights out.
Feelin' like Manson on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said they outta time.
Somebody gotta die, bottom line.
Front page, column nine.
Headline: Another Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and thought about it.
Loaded up everything in the closet.
My objective is to get bloody.
They can beg and plead, yell and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I fuckin' love it.
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy.
It's simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a mother fucka.)

[Verse 2: Game]
Last night, I must've had a blast choppin up bodies.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby.
Body filled with adrenaline.
Not rememberin what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberlands.
Cop's sayin I did what to him?
Showin me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't know shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck about that bitch.
Fuck whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw, it wasn't me.
Oh no no, not me.
Listen to the alibi.
I was at the movies, that Avatar shit,
With them 3-D glasses on,
And that shit longer than mother fucka.
Look at my pocket, get the tickets though.
That's my alibi, bitch.
Now what up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
And headed west where Homicide reside.
That's my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
Behind the black gate.
Rottwielers and pitbulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there, don't go in they yard
It's simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy.
It's simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin me a mother fucka.)

[Verse 3: Game]
Beware of dark shit., shot 'em through the fence
Tough offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a couple kittens
And this right here, good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, it's suicide for instance
Picture the mind of a bullet
Here I come I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I won't hit your chest.
Now here I come straight outta drum, headed for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The last one didn't do it right,
And I'm waitin.
Just lookin at you.
Thinkin about it and gettin tired of lookin at you.
Hi, daddy, remember me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is what it gotta be.
You brought me in this world, now I'm takin you out.
Now you open up your muthafuckin mouth.
Simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy.
Simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Now I feel like killin me a mother fucka.)

Blood Of Christ lyrics - The Game

[Intro:]
We gonna let this motherfücker breathe for a minute
It's still aftermath, it's still aftermath, yea
Now when I said we gon let this motherfücker breathe
I meant this motherfücking beat is dead
We gonna preform CPR to bring that motherfücker back to life
Now let that motherfücker breathe

[Hook:]
Compton's my city
That motherfücker ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Get motherfückers that killed Biggie

[The Game:]
Notoriouses, bring that Benz in
I'm about a dollar, nigga fück 50 Cent
I heard Tony Yayo can't pay the rent
I heard Lloyd Banks can't pay the rent
I beat the G-Unit out of 40 Glocc
Sue me for forty grand, that same forty will get you shot
IPhone in my hand doing the forty whop
That nigga looked up and thought he saw 40 Pacs
Looking out of my window I see forty cops
Trying to serve me that subpoena, I'm on this Xbox
2 Chainz voice, smoking that Wiz Khalifa
Somebody pass to Waka Flocka, let me spit this ether
Yeah yeah yeah, till it blow the speaker
From eating Reese's Pieces to pulling guns out
For that Little Caesar's Pizza
All the way to jacking niggas for their Jesus Pieces
I'm God to you bítch ass niggas
Put that on Matthew, Paul and Peter

[Hook:]
Compton's my city
That motherfücker ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Get motherfückers that killed Biggie

Compton's my city
That motherfücker ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Get motherfückers that killed Biggie

[The Game:]
Fück with me, fück with me
Fück with me, nigga you stuck with me
Forever and ever and ever
Shyne Po ain't rich, Shyne Po
All the way in Belize with Kendrick's dick in his throat
Good kid, mad city, mad kid, bad city
Nothing from Compton could ever be trash
You hear that nigga voice sound like a dick in his ass
He reminiscing of Compton niggas bítch in prison
Used to be Christian, now that nigga Jew
Can't step foot in America so what he gone do
P. Diddy's stuntman, Jackie Chan your ass through
Hood pass revoked, get your fücking brains blew
Blood on that yarmulke, now you really Piru
Soon as they killed Biggie that man became you
But you couldn't become him
Cause you were shooting at the roof

[Hook:]
Compton's my city
That motherfücker ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Get motherfückers that killed Biggie

Compton's my city
That motherfücker ain't never pretty
Gave Pac life then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Then motherfückers that killed Biggie
Get motherfückers that killed Biggie

[Outro:]
I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck
I said, I always wondered why Puff wasn't in that truck
Let that beat breathe, let that bítch breathe
This my motherfücking city
Five motherfücking albums
The documentary, classic
Doctor's Advocate, classic
Everything in between that shit
And Jesus Piece, classic

Holy Water lyrics - The Game

[Hook]
My Phantom so mean like I washed that motherfucker every Sunday in holy water
My Jesus piece clean, even my shoes are Christians, I’m walking on holy water
She came out them True Religion jeans and fell straight to her knees like she was dipped in holy water
Holy water, holy water

[Verse 1]
Back when Michael Jordan was raw
’92 was the year my city was city of God
Coke on the boulevard, crack fiends skiing the slaloms
Is exactly how drug lords found their way from the bottom
Them Yeezy’s drop got ‘em, couldn’t afford ‘em you shot ‘em
Cause they the same price as fucking red bottoms
We don’t pop tags, leave that motherfucker on it
Return it back to the store when you no longer want it
Sleep outside for days for a pair of J’s
The you sleep outside forever cause you got sprayed
If you gon’ die for em, they better be some number 4′s
Or some shit made in Japan you can never find in the stores
Rolex watches, Gucci belts, and Louis luggage
Definitely set us apart from niggas when we in public
Jeffery Campbell and Michael Kors got you looking rugged
Gave her a Louis bag, now she love me
Take a look at her posin’ on my car cause

[Hook]
My Phantom so mean like I washed that motherfucker every Sunday in holy water
My Jesus piece clean, even my shoes are Christians, I’m walking on holy water
She came out them True Religion jeans and fell straight to her knees like she was dipped in holy water
Holy water, holy water

[Verse 2]
Met a girl named Christian in some Christian, she a Christian
Suck a dick like sucking dick is her life’s mission
Trynna’ save her ass like trynna’ save a stripper
She fine as fuck, you trynna’ fuck, that’s the reason you tip her
And all I’m sayin’ is a watch and a gold chain
Can’t make Bobby Valentino, Johnny Coltrane
And she knows this, that’s why her mouth wide
Openin’ up her legs straight up like they suicide
I cross my heart and hope to die
If something happens to my voice and can no longer provide
Should I run and hide? No. hustle and survive
Workin’ 9 to 5 until sweat drips into my eyes
And if it burns like the kush, then I go back to sellin’ pies
Switchin’ lanes in that Cutlass, rubbin’ her thighs while I drive
Reminiscin’ on the days I was rollin’ broke
Jesus piece on the rearview, holy ghost
Amen!

[Hook]
My Phantom so mean like I washed that motherfucker every Sunday in holy water
My Jesus piece clean, even my shoes are Christians, I’m walking on holy water
She came out them True Religion jeans and fell straight to her knees like she was dipped in holy water
Holy water, holy water

mixtape: "California Republic" (2012)

God Speed lyrics - The Game (feat. Mele)

Need y'all to understand what I'm 'bout to do
Keep it gangsta in this Lou Vuitton designer shoes
Front of club, live stuntin' in that Masi coup
Then we gonna check China, see what king of diamonds do
Pass the kush that a y'all when I will climb the roof
That nigga get down for me like I bought to shoot
Tell him it's money thing, my nigga signed a grill
The kid rabbis, running trains like a monorail
Introduce you to my team, niggas you need to know
We pop the spades, the bottle look like C3PO
Blowing that last security, telling us to keep it low
But when you pay me for a walkthrough this is what you need to know
We're smoking all night, kid got a handle for me
to tell the owner that twelve bottles is mandatory
And we gon need a few Ciroc and them gooses too
Shane go for green house and dream down to Houston too
Watch Himalaya eating shrimps while I throw these ones
Jas drunk as fuck cause every time I look he show his gun
Every time we in the strip club he got the coldest one
Surrounded by killaz cause jade prince know his son
And I'm all 'ight with that cause rap a lot my fam
And every time he asks me can I dot dot? Yea, I can
Cause he been looking out for me before the trade co sign
And I was there with him and 2 when they heard that Drake's gon sign
But look at Drake now. Every time I need some he'd do it and say
Game hawl if you need some
And that's loyalty in the industry that's full of snakes
When niggas send a bottle to your table just to show their face
And bitches stand there looking pretty just to get a glass of ace
Most of these hoes dumb and they nothing but a ass and face
But if you are the one that's lucky enough to stand up on this couch
Make sure soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out
I hate you fake hoes, I swear I hate you fake hoes
Your fake ass, your fake nose, you're never gon be J Lo
Nicki put you on that mike, Carl's got you thinking that you on the right
Cause the fuck that nigga in that white Porsche
But I got news for ya: got a wifey and three kids at home
And I can't even start to count how many times we've been to Rome
My oldest get his tennis on, my youngest got his tennis on
And you ain't never seen a four year old swaging in his farms
Now they wanna be him cause he rocking coliseums
Used to rock it for the fiends, now he rock with Europeans
All out and doubling with them green bottles bubbling
Twins I call double men calling me by my government
I swear to God that I'm loving it, I'm on the beach with Miss Dominican Republic
Even she's surprised that she's sucking it
But don't be surprised that I'm fucking
Never cuff and always puffing, these bitches know who they fucking with
I'm the fucking shit, handsome ass nigga
Fuck with me, I fuck with her
You don't need ransom cash nigga
Now cancel that nigga like my Blackberry service
Don't believe none of you niggas till the plaque start surfacin'
Niggas get nervous when we hop at them suburbans
Get the time wearin' rags around our heads like they're turbans
Half them niggas murking, I'm behind them Phantom curtains
Heading to grace though, my alibi is this Persian
Her alibi is this Asian, I call that a persuasion
From Hollywood lock-up to yelling out Brenda Spencer
Dumb bitch right here wanna know why the bottle green
I'm something like them golf niggas, I have seen a lot of green
Six hundred forty mill, about to play the lottery
A rich can't play twice, don't lie to me
Cause a donut trunking fish like they eye to me
Ain't no lemon spending this money, I'm bout it bought it B
I'm hoodie's new rapper's try to be
Every new nigga that say fire becomes a prodigy
And you should honor me, and my jersey up short
We got a situation, nigga Jordan's
You don't know about my occupation nor about fucking these hoes
Nor I rock these Loubrettons and smoke till it's stuck in my toes
And I got your girl in the comfortable clothes
I'm 'bout to take her lower what's right a point than my nose
It's money gang bitch, now watch my company blow
And go from a hot logo to something you know
I'm in that Maseratti, Jordan's punching the floor
And you can act like you don't nigga, but...

Even I'm going too fast, I'm doing too much
Shine it down all the time when I'm in the club

Yea, I'm always in the zone
Chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on
Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast

Going so fast, see, going so fast
Going too fast, so fast
Going too fast
God speed, it's like going too fast
So fast

Yea, I'm always in the zone
Chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on
Yea I'm on the due to shut it down
Yea, I'm going too fast, so fast

God speed
Going too fast
God speed, God speed
Said I'm going too fast, so fast

Red Bottom Boss lyrics - The Game (feat. Rick Ross)

[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 Drill lyrics - The Game (feat. Ace Hood, Meek Mill)

[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 as her 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 dial em, 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 mil (First Mil)
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 raids
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 mil
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 Glock got a beam on it, like Kano
Banana clips and lemon squeezers, just to split your mango
My down bitch, never count the counterfeit
Cause' she know the real from fake, I had her around some shit
Before I ever thought of rap, I had a pound to get
And a piece of steel, I never thought I'd see a mil

[Hook]

Hit The J lyrics - The Game (feat. Lifestyle)

That Marry Jane
That OG Kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J
She don't wanna hit the J

Don't want an undefeated title, don't want my chain
Don't want that new kid red, bitch, is money gain
See that red Maserati, niggas know it's game
Drive that bitch down road screens and blow the brains
Got that Rolly on my wrist, man that hoe insane
Remind me of my chick Regatta, she always pay.
Got a squad full chicks, they ain't dropping names
They all call like the get up play for Notre Dame
What's the next? Gotta dig ins, yea, that's right, that's right
You know I'll be digging, I'll be eating on the kitten, I'll be picking out
Never take her out to crustaceans and the in and out
Just like that Charlie Shay, nigga goin' in 'er mouth
She do everything 'xcept smoke that mean let a nigga poke
That mean she be off the coke like players centerfolds
Swear to God she a potent man
But she like Lindsay Lohan, except she be running from that dope man

That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG Kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

Hit these bitches in my face, I'm blowing up
And when I'm stepping in the place, we'll be calling up
Fourteen bottles of Ace, models showing up
I tell 'er, homie break that down, and we gon roll it up
It's Friday and she ain't got shit to do
And we ain't got shit to do
So umm, what's good with you?
Smoke a little, talk a little, roll that up
Girl twist that J, remind me of my nigga Rondo
I know she ain't trying to hit that J
Different chains, different lokes
Different days, different strokes.
I smoke that shit that made Arnold and Willis broke
You know my lifestyle, squeeshes in them life styles
Bitches in the white house, red Camarro piped out.
I'll be iced out, my blunts be packed in
I'll smoke them till it's no more, I'm like the pack ten
I'm 'bout to pack ten bitches with them accents
Man we 'bout to pack twelve swishers in that black hen

That Harry Potter, that Marry Jane
That OG Kush, that sour diesel drive them girls insane
I roll it up, she disappear like David Blane
And she ain't try to book a flight on that paper plane
Cause she don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit the J)
She don't wanna hit the J (she don't wanna hit it)
Now she don't wanna hit the J (woh oh woh oh)

Mean Muggin lyrics - The Game (feat. 2 Chainz & French Montana)

Walk up in the club with the million dollar is on
Swing her side to side, like my head long
Feeling like Tucci in this small fucker
Eyes Japanese, blowing sushi in this motherfucker
No true religions, just levi, come on down to the ski hive
Your bitch love to play soft ball, I let her ballin' knee high
She ride the dick like yee-haw
She don't fuck with no cowboys
I beat it up like I'm he-man
She love fuckin' them key men
And after I score I do the saucer and then
Victor crew is in that Phantom
Drop the antenna
I think I see some haters in here
I think I see some haters in here
Caught the ratch (dawg)

(Dawg) Cause them niggas still mean muggin'
Nigga what you lookin' at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
What you lookin' at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
Bitch, whatcha lookin' at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
Man, that shit don't even mean nothin'

Yea, they mean muggin', the 3D version
Ball in your face like Pee Wee Herman
Jack of all trades, no ace of spades
But I got a ace in my twenty ounces Gatorade
Shake that, shake that, shake it then pull it
I have me a threesome, round four something
Asta la vista, grid storm freezer
Automatic weapon, chopper had a seizure
Fire. Snap back through your snap back
Ran out of room and my trunks all need a hash back
How you niggas leaking?
Hope you niggas listenin'
Big money talk. Why you niggas whisperin'?

Cause them niggas still mean muggin'
(Dawg) Nigga what you lookin' at?
You nigga still mean muggin'
(Dawg) What you lookin' at?
You nigga still mean muggin'
(Dawg) Bitch, whatcha lookin' at?
You nigga still mean muggin'
(Dawg) Man, that shit don't even mean nothin'

Roll up in the club like a owner's motherfucka'
Old niggas kicking jeans I'm like pawning motherfucka'
Hoes wipe me down, Little Boosty in this motherfucka'
Rolling that Lili, Fuji's in this motherfucka'
I say Lili, Carmelo in this motherfucka'
Shorty wanna puff, J Lo in this motherfucka'
High rollers bank stop, tattoos, tank tops
Bad news, thanks pop, you mean fool lamb chops
You know I run my city, please believe that
Got that work with them canines on rehab
Niggas licking up their face, we go eye in that
Get Rob Cole game, he gon let you buy it back

(Dawg) Cause them niggas still mean muggin'
Nigga what you lookin' at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
What you lookin' at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
Bitch, whatcha lookin' at?
(Dawg) You nigga still mean muggin'
Man, that shit don't even mean nothin'

Yonkers Freestyle Base lyrics - The Game (feat. Nobody)

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

Death Penalty lyrics - The Game (feat. Fabolous, Eric Bellinger & Slim Thug)

[Chorus]
For not being who you claim
You get found guilty
2 counts of bein lame
You get found guilty
The Charge of fuckin up the game
You get found guilty
Real niggas sentence you
Dead Penalty

[Fabolous]
Uhhh
Lets get back to this real shit
We ride no pump breaks
Errbody takin like they the shooters
Mann I ain't goin for them pump fakes
These niggas is crump cakes
Wish they would say some snake
Get banged on like the treble makes
The dumb mistake tryin to jumpin with blake
These niggas in my lane
Lob city in these streets
Jesus piece on my chain
need God with me in these streets
I went through hell to get to where heaven is
Lucy in that red dress lookin devilish
Scale a 1 to 10 she lookin elevenish
If she ain't ridin shotty AK 47 is
Shorty came to me when she left her man
I looked at her and said you sumthin else
But the best way to get over sumbody
Is gettin under sumone else
On that note I'm in that 1,2,3 pin that
Baby tellin me I'm the best I b yellin I been that
In the club half a pill and a full clip
Get a deal on a Rose no bullshit

[Game]
There goes ghost
I'm in that mothafucka like pacman
Niggas talkin about robin I ain't goin for that batman
King of diamonds like super Sunday
100 thou for that lap dance
See straight thorugh you pussy niggas
I call that a cat scan
And on that note we in here
Pink coroc pronto
My gun throw bullets like payton manning
My chic walk around wit that bronco
Extend the clip in that conso
2 mill for that condo
We gon shot for that green
I ain't talkin no rondo
Nigga tryin to say that I ain't a G
I point it at him said you sumthin else
See these basketballs wife all around my table?
We bout to swim through em like Mike phelps
now pop open that tin pac
Your life savings I spend that
Niggas fan of my instagram
Beggin me for their bitch back
Sendin treats to my B M
Tryin to hack my email
Niggas wisperin to themselves
All huddled up like females
Your bitch about to be detailed
I ain't sparin no details
She choked up like Sprewell
I drop her off in the v12 (niceeee)
Ridin around wit that Houston rocket
Keep all that of that Jeremy lin shit in yo pocket

[Chorus 2x]

[Slim Thug]
I'm goin back to cali
I'm goin back to cali
I'm out of drank and dro so I'm goin back to cali
I need pints by the cases for this bag of big faces
Couple pounds of that kush I ain't the only one getting wasted
Smoke a lil, sell the rest Ima hustla baby
gotta Invest get mine plus interest
you niggas still ain't winiing yet
I just sold my 4th bentley
Then I got that photo porche
Bout to switch it up for the summa
Thinkin bout that electric hummer
Strapped up got extra armor
in case a hatin nigga wanna play
everythang I rep a 100
you could check my resume
they don’t make em like me no more
They don’t make a miss t no more
I don’t see too many G’s
I jus see a bunch of CP 4’s
Lets get back to that real shit
That Pac BIG that UGk kinda trill shit
East West and the South
If you see a fake nigga point em out (point em out)

[Chorus]

Bottles And Rockin' J S (Remix) lyrics - The Game (feat. Dj Khaled, Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross, Fabolous, Wayne And Teyana Tay)

Ayo Game, what they do boy
It's DJ Khaled
I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6′s on
I'm all about gettin' money
I love glorifying my hard work
Poppin' bottles
Shit, them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We The Best
Ayo Game. Red Nation

All I know is bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's

Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money

Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's
Bottles and rockin' J's

Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money
Bitches and getting money

All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do
And make somebody have to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don't really give a fuck if it's your record
And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh
See the way I coming, how I do the game, church
Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse
Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill 'em with another verse
Everybody see the way I be going and going
How I do it
Niggas the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do
We knowing how I be banging
And every sheet that I get
All the heat I be packin'
And I show it off
With all this money you know where I'm heading
And I'm gonna get the Jordan's, a pair of another 11's
They really banging all the way down to the gutter
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting
And I kill 'em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppin
And we pop bottles and we rock J's, see me reppin'
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
Don't be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up
Probably feelin' models up
Let me wrap a bottle up
Let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up

Bitches, I'm gettin money, bottles and rocking chains
Money like I'm LeBron, my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, 60G's a month
50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia
Bitches snortin' blow, fuckin' fast and clippin' dope
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Frankie Muller that Chopard
My new bitches must ménage, I'm a G

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
In my J's J's J's J's
I'll be in my J's J's J's J's

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
We don't play play play play play
When it comes to the J's J's J's J's

Bottles and rockin' J's
Smokin' and sippin' Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie
Heated up like I'm Wade
Nigga don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekends
Jordan's Monday through Friday especially when I'm freakin
Them cool grey's, that's Monday
Them Space jams that's Tuesday
That Spike Lee's on Wednesday
23 in my Benz eh
You know I love them 6′s especially on my bitches
13′s and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday
And Friday I ain't lying, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven
Red Bone pussy poppin' on my black and red 11′s
Patent leather when I step in
You know what I'm reppin'
S double-O, W Double-O
Black number 4′s I ain't get it from the store, Buss know

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
In my J's J's J's J's
I'll be in my J's J's J's J's

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
We don't play play play play play
When it comes to the J's J's J's J's

I put footprints in them couches
I put so much in my two step
Put on for my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep
I put straight shots in they hair
Make pretty girls do the ugly face
And they just my song on
Move back I need dougie space like ay, ay
Then it's right back to my muggin' face
Niggas saying put the weed out
BBM, you buggin' face
We walked in, want somethin', bottles pop like we won somethin'
Raise a glass for everybody that's done something from nothin'
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargo's and J's on, they let sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my shit
Stop playin', Youtube
But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo

And I'm smokin' on that purp
Sippin' on that purp
I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk
And we ain't bout all that talkin', you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordan's
Got a scope on the barrell that's a hammer with a camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don't know nothing but bitches and getting' money
Blood gang kill a nigga in public
Young Tunechi
Shoot this nigga ass up then it's Deuces
Head shots that fucking vest is so useless
Yeah, yo chuck, fuckk these niggas
You know who? PRU
Killer bees nigga

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
In my J's J's J's J's
I'll be in my J's J's J's J's

You can find in the stores, spendin' money
Hall up in the club, throwin' money
We don't play play play play play
When it comes to the J's J's J's J's

Tonight lyrics - The Game (feat. Mele)

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

Greystone lyrics - The Game (feat. Fat Joe, Sam Hook & Young Chris)

[Verse 1: The Game]
Wake up in the morning feeling like a G
Got them number fours on my feet
And the Lakers just beat the Heat
Clippers beat the Knicks, think it's about to be a good week
Yeah I'm rich forever, you know I got them good seats
Now let's hit up Greystone, get our fuckin' Ace one
Know I'm in the VIP, throwin' back straight 'tron
Goons with me 'case we gotta get our fuckin' ape on
Nigga playin' Superman, better have that cape on
My niggas pop up outta nowhere, State Farm
But I'm cool in [?], play them Drake songs
And bring it back to the west side, play them "A" songs
Cause little mama know, we're only in here for one night...
A week though, and watch out for them wolves
Dressed up in them sheep clothes
And she don't really club, but I bet that ass a freak though

[Hook: Sam Hook (The Game)]
We're only in here for one night (a week though)
We're only in here for one night (I said a week though)
One shot of Goose, one shot of 'tron
One shot of Goose, one shot of 'tron

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
You know your man he a fraud, I gotta have that
She want a bodyguard, I'll be her New Edition
She pray for Louboutins, must be her True Religion
Now I'm lookin' for Taraji and somebody with a body like China
China? The one from King of Diamonds who designed her
I call her Barbie, pink Ferraris on her birthday
And I'm a make sure every day is like the first day
She want another round, fuck her to another round
I don't just beat the pussy, I runs it to the ground
Every day another girl and another town
I don't just beat the pussy, I runs it to the ground

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Chris]
Sunday night, Grey Stone, neck full of gray stones
Staring at the crowd, trying to see who I'm a take home
Game said "straight 'tron, " I be on that champagne
Bitches all around us, trying to watch us do the damn thang
Shouts out to Joey Crack, chicks like, "oh he back"
Welcome to my house party, OG, roll it back
Blow it if he showin' that, keep a few loaded gats
Bitch niggas showin' out, real niggas notice that
California lifestyle, fuckin' with my nigga Chuck
[?], Young Chris, nigga what, all we know is get to it
Stack high live it up, fuckin' with that Grey Stone
Everybody get 'em up, yeah

[Hook]

Pussy Money Weed lyrics - The Game (feat. Kid Red, Lifestyle And Ben J)

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)

Gone Ahead lyrics - The Game (feat. Sam Hook)

She say she got it man but I ain't gonna try to hit that though
I'm just tryna get you naked and it'll only take a second
But she ain't tryna hit that though
She with her girlfriends and she like me so we textin'
Her ass as big as Texas so behind her back we sexin'
And I swear this girl impressin' cause I just got rid of my X and
Had to find me a different direction
I should state it all in my section
Last week kept a nigga off stressin'
But now the man moves to the next chick
And I'm spendin' this money on alcohol and I feel it's a good investment
Cause I got you and your girlfriends over that stinger
Reminiscin' 'bout the good times, they dreamin'
You gon need just some good wine, fallin' tears
Talkin' 'bout who's really down, girl, standup comedian
Now he hand her next nigga her iPhone
But ain't really takin' that personal
You got bottle scum and you're the first to know
You're the first queen that the world know

Let it back girls, let it back girls
Them Loubrutton, Louis, Gucci, break it down girls
Let it back girls, let it back girls
Don't be stuck on hit, pop the cap girl
(It can't hurt) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(I wanna see you sweat) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl

She from Indiana but she don't like them Pacers
She moved out here for a model scene
So I got 'er chearin' for them Lakers
She a bad girl, you know how I like 'em bad girls
Tryna get the keys to the Porsche truck
But you know I don't like them fast girls
(Yo) Slow down for me
Throw it to the front then bring it back to me
Hit her girlfriends while I watch how she do me
Make 'er wanna get another magnum out of that Louis
If she don't get I'm a hit it all night
Smack it on the left then slide on the right
Think it to myself this pussy tight
She wanna go again, she just my type
She sexy and I like her
The red bottom, I spiked 'er
Keep pullin' these all-nighters
And I might just go ahead and wife 'er
We shot been, a rodeo
I love this girl, I swear lord
Can't wait to get 'er back to the hotel room
cause you know we gon get up that head porch
She turn it, let it back girls

Let it back girls, let it back girls
Them Loubrutton, Louis, Gucci, break it down girls
Let it back girls, let it back girls
Don't be stuck on hit, pop the cap girl
(It can't hurt) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(I wanna see you sweat) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl

I see a girl with the coach bag
She makes you foul
Need a referee in her cause she'd know she'd foul
And I know that gotta be the same girl
And I can't get domino plane girl
All the bad bitches up in her
Feel bad for you if you came with your man, girl
And I ain't tryna know your name girl
If you can't fuck with it, that ass got a leak
And I don't know who you came with
Cause you're not gettin' in here with all that weed
You know good and well who I'm talkin' too
No fake shit and I mean that
And your ass been over there hatin' all night
You know damn well I've seen that so

Let it back girls, let it back girls
Them Loubrutton, Louis, Gucci, break it down girls
Let it back girls, let it back girls
Don't be stuck on hit, pop the cap girl
(It can't hurt) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(I wanna see you sweat) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl
(Pop it, pop it) Gone ahead, pop the cap girl

Now That I'm Paid lyrics - The Game (feat. Rick Ross And Mele)

[Intro: Mele]
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]

Skate On lyrics - The Game (feat. Lupe Fiasco)

[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