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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 play cops and
I'll you how to pop revolvers
cap too big, so it cover my eyes
That that ain't shit, just a public disguise
And top model chick, she for the diamond lane
And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my diamond is (Bright)
As Las Vegas lights
It be the same in California when I'm at night
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down
meetings all day, baby my future is (Bright)
As LeBron's, take off on
Tyra on my arm, and we'll crash any party
Yeah, makin' it rain, got shit on me
The way I ball, the fuckin' owner should sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you knew I was back
Turn on the radio a rap

[Ludacris - 2]

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

Don't you hear it? That nigga Luda
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass Lex Luger
My money long, shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And I'll Superman, yooouuu, ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll you to meet ya maker
My dick's the Staples I'll take you to see the Lakers
Swoosh! On that Cali' kush, smokin' like a
So many red flags I coulda I was in Russia
Game! I got the and the fortune, Compton is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun havin' abortions
I ain't havin' it, see 'em in the dead
Fake dope boys is more bass up in my phones
Adjust your treble, I'm than metal
My verses are hot as shit like I wit' the Devil
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, up the radio, it's a rap

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