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[The - Verse 1]
You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass
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 show you how to pop
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my
That Lambo' ain't shit, just a public disguise
And top model chick, she for the diamond lane
And I be all crazy cuz my diamond chain 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, baby my is (Bright)
As LeBron's, take off on
Banks on my arm, and we'll crash 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 out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back
Turn on the radio a rap

- Verse 2]

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

Don't you hear it? That named Luda
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass Lex Luger
My money long, your shit is shorter than Loompas
And I'll Superman, yooouuu, ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to ya maker
My dick's the Staples Center I'll take you to see the
Swoosh! On that Cali' kush, like a muffler
So many red flags I coulda swore I was in
Game! I got the and the fortune, Compton is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun havin' abortions
I havin' it, see 'em in the dead zone
Fake dope boys is more up in my head phones
your treble, I'm heavier than metal
My verses are hot as shit like I recorded the Devil
I'm on another level, they on the elevator
And I'm about to 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 bottom and call me The Game
But I'm just that Beyonce know my name
I that Dr. Dre money and I bought me chain
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 that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See both of niggas spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me spit
Like sellin' seven records ain't the shit
I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too
And poppin' wit' Irv don't 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 for them niggas in the South
it down put this Rolls Phatom
Grill in my
Throw the slippers on, when I walk in my house
P. Diddy and Tommy Lee what I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh jail, I know you heard I was back
up the radio it's a rap