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[The - Verse 1]
You see that red Phantom 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
I'll you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my
Lambo' that ain't shit, just a public disguise
And that top chick, she for the diamond lane
And I be all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (Bright)
As them Las 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, baby my 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 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 Fresh out huh?

Don't you hear it? That nigga named
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex
My long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And Superman, yooouuu, that ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta, take you to meet ya maker
My dick's the Staples Center I'll you to see the Lakers
Swoosh! On that Cali' kush, like a muffler
So many red I coulda swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the fame and the fortune, is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun havin' abortions
I ain't havin' it, see 'em in the dead
dope boys is more bass up in my head phones
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than
My are hot as shit like I recorded wit' the Devil
I'm on another level, stuck on the elevator
And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator,
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 know my name
I that Dr. Dre money and I bought me chain
Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a
Then I bought me some pussy, I bought me some brains
But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is and Wayne
See both of them niggas spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me
Like sellin' seven million ain't the shit
I don't win no Grammies, I'm too gangsta
And Cristal wit' Irv don't make me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my make the murder rise
Readin' my fan mail in jail, told Curtis bye
So I'ma break it for them niggas in the South
Slow it down put this Phatom
Grill in my
Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my
P. Diddy and Tommy Lee what I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh outta jail, I know you I was back
Turn up the radio a rap