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[The Game - 1]
You see that cherry red on them big ass wheels
See I be with them cars, I'm like a big ass kid
Crazy wit' that cap gun, so if we play and robbers
I'll you how to pop revolvers
cap too big, so it cover my eyes
That that ain't shit, just a public disguise
And that top model chick, she for the lane
And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my diamond 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 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 out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back
on the radio it's a rap

[Ludacris - 2]

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

Don't you hear it? That named Luda
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass Lex Luger
My money long, shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And I'll Superman, yooouuu, ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you say me gusta, I'll take 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 flags I swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the and the fortune, Compton is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps abortions
I ain't it, see 'em in the dead zone
Fake dope is more bass up in my head phones
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than
My verses are hot as shit like I recorded wit' the
I'm on another level, they on the elevator
And I'm to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator, like
Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn up the radio, a rap

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