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[The Game - 1]
You see that cherry red on them big ass wheels
See I be playin' with them cars, I'm a big ass kid
Crazy wit' cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers
show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my
That Lambo' that ain't shit, a public disguise
And that top model chick, she for the lane
And I be drivin' all cuz my diamond chain is (Bright)
As Las Vegas lights
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, my future is (Bright)
As LeBron's, take off on
Tyra Banks on my arm, and crash any party
Yeah, makin' it rain, ain't got on me
The way I ball, the fuckin' should come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was
Turn on the radio a rap

[Ludacris - 2]

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

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

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