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[The Game - 1]
You see cherry red Phantom 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
show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my
That Lambo' that ain't shit, a public disguise
And that top chick, she for the diamond lane
And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my chain is (Bright)
As them Las Vegas
It be the in California when I'm ridin' at night
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down
Havin' meetings all day, my future is (Bright)
As LeBron's, take off on
Tyra Banks on my arm, and crash any party
Yeah, it rain, ain't 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
Turn on the 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 nigga named
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass Lex Luger
My money long, your shit is shorter Oompa Loompas
And I'll Superman, yooouuu, that ass like Lex
Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya
My the Staples Center 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 keeps abortions
I havin' it, see 'em in the dead zone
Fake boys is more bass up in my head phones
Adjust 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, turn up the radio, a rap

[The - Verse 3]
See I from the bottom and they call me The Game
But I'm just happy that know 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, then I 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 hear me spit
Like sellin' million records ain't the shit
I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too
And poppin' Cristal Irv don't make me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder
Readin' my fan mail in jail, Buck Curtis bye
So I'ma break it down for them in the South
Slow it put this Rolls Phatom
Grill in my
Throw the slippers on, when I walk in my house
P. Diddy and Lee know what I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh jail, I know you heard I was back
up the radio it's a rap