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[The Game - 1]
You see that cherry red Phantom on big ass wheels
See I be playin' them cars, I'm like a big ass kid
wit' that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers
I'll you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it 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 cuz my diamond chain is (Bright)
As them Las 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, baby my is (Bright)
As LeBron's, take off on
Tyra Banks on my arm, and 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
on the radio it's a rap

[Ludacris - 2]

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

Don't you hear it? That nigga named
Slicker than the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger
My money long, your shit is shorter than Loompas
And I'll Superman, yooouuu, that ass like Lex
Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya
My dick's the Staples I'll take you to see the Lakers
Swoosh! On Cali' kush, smokin' like a muffler
So many red flags I coulda I was in Russia
Game! I got the fame and the fortune, is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun havin' 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 level, they stuck on the elevator
And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator,
Fresh out of Georgia, ya I was back, turn up the radio, it's a rap

Game - Verse 3]
See I from 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 bought me a house, I bought me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy, I bought 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 you don't hear me spit
Like sellin' 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 make the rise
my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye
So I'ma break it down for them niggas in the
Slow it down put this Rolls
in my mouth
Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my
P. Diddy and Tommy Lee know I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh outta jail, I you heard I was back
up the radio it's a rap