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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' 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 Lambo' ain't shit, just a public disguise
And that top model chick, she for the diamond
And I be all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (Bright)
As Las Vegas lights
It be the same in California when I'm ridin' at
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and Broadway
Havin' meetings all day, my future is (Bright)
As LeBron's, off on anybody
Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any
Yeah, makin' it rain, got shit on me
The way I ball, the fuckin' owner come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda I was back
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 named Luda
Slicker Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger
My long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And I'll Superman, yooouuu, ass like Lex Luther
you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya maker
My dick's the Staples I'll take you to see the Lakers
Swoosh! On that Cali' kush, smokin' a muffler
So many red flags I coulda swore I was in
Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is
Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin'
I ain't havin' it, see 'em in the dead
dope boys is more bass up in my head phones
Adjust treble, I'm heavier than metal
My verses are hot as like I recorded wit' the Devil
I'm on another level, stuck on the elevator
And I'm about to blow this bitch, 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 the bottom and they call me The Game
But I'm just happy Beyonce know my name
I took that Dr. Dre money and I me chain
Then I bought me a house, then I me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy, then I me some brains
But I ain't that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See of them niggas spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me spit
Like sellin' seven million records the shit
I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too
And poppin' Cristal wit' Irv don't me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder
Readin' my fan in jail, Buck 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, I walk in my house
P. Diddy and Tommy Lee what I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh outta jail, I know you I was back
up the radio it's a rap