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[The - Verse 1]
You see that cherry red Phantom on big ass wheels
See I be playin' with cars, I'm like a big ass kid
Crazy wit' that cap gun, so if we cops and robbers
I'll you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it my eyes
That Lambo' that shit, just a public disguise
And top model chick, she for the diamond lane
And I be drivin' all cuz my diamond chain is (Bright)
As them Las Vegas
It be the same in when I'm ridin' at night
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and Broadway
Havin' meetings all day, baby my is (Bright)
As LeBron's, take off on
Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll any party
Yeah, makin' it rain, ain't got on me
The way I ball, the fuckin' owner should sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was
Turn on the it's a rap

- Verse 2]

Just down at L.A.X. LUDA!
That's right! What up Game? Fresh out

you hear it? That nigga named Luda
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex
My money long, your shit is than Oompa Loompas
And I'll Superman, yooouuu, ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta, take you to meet ya maker
My dick's the Staples Center I'll take you to see the
Swoosh! On Cali' kush, smokin' like a muffler
So red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the fame and the fortune, is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin'
I ain't havin' it, see 'em in the dead
Fake dope boys is bass up in my head phones
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier metal
My verses are hot as shit like I recorded wit' the
I'm on another level, they on the elevator
And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game the detonator, like
Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn up the radio, a rap

Game - Verse 3]
See I from the bottom and they call me The Game
But I'm just happy that Beyonce my name
I took that Dr. Dre and I bought me chain
I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy, I bought me some brains
But I ain't buyin' the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See both of them niggas spit, but y'all act like you don't me spit
Like sellin' seven million records ain't the
I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too
And Cristal wit' Irv don't make me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder
my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye
So I'ma break it down for them in the South
it down put this Rolls Phatom
in my mouth
Throw the Prada slippers on, I walk in my house
P. and Tommy Lee know what I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh outta jail, I know you I was back
Turn up the radio a rap