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[The - Verse 1]
You see that cherry red on them 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
show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my
That that ain't shit, just a public disguise
And that top model chick, she for the diamond
And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my chain is (Bright)
As them Las Vegas
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, off on anybody
Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll any party
Yeah, it rain, ain't got shit on me
The way I ball, the fuckin' owner come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you knew I was back
on the radio it's a rap

[Ludacris - 2]

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

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

[The - Verse 3]
See I come the bottom and they call me The Game
But I'm just happy that Beyonce my name
I took that Dr. Dre money and I bought me
Then I 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 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, nigga I'm too
And poppin' Cristal wit' Irv make me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my make the murder rise
my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye
So I'ma it down for them niggas in the South
it down put this Rolls Phatom
Grill in my
Throw the Prada slippers on, when I in my house
P. Diddy and Lee know what I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh outta jail, I you heard I was back
up the radio it's a rap