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[The Game - 1]
You see that red Phantom on them big ass wheels
See I be playin' with cars, I'm like a big ass kid
wit' that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers
I'll show you how to pop
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 diamond
And I be all crazy cuz my diamond 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 Broadway
Havin' meetings all day, baby my is (Bright)
As LeBron's, off on anybody
Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll any party
Yeah, makin' it rain, got shit on me
The way I ball, the owner should come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was
Turn on the radio a rap

- Verse 2]

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

Don't you hear it? That nigga named
than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger
My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa
And Superman, yooouuu, that ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you 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, like a muffler
So red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the and the fortune, Compton is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin'
I havin' it, see 'em in the dead zone
Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier metal
My verses are hot as shit I recorded wit' the Devil
I'm on another level, stuck on the elevator
And I'm about to blow bitch, Game press the detonator, like
out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn up the radio, it's a rap

[The - Verse 3]
See I come from the bottom and they call me The
But I'm happy that Beyonce know my name
I took that Dr. Dre and I bought me chain
Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a
Then I bought me some pussy, I bought me some brains
But I buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See both of them niggas spit, but y'all act you don't hear me spit
sellin' seven million records ain't the shit
I win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta
And poppin' wit' Irv don't make me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my make the murder rise
Readin' my fan in jail, Buck told Curtis bye
So break it down for them niggas in the South
Slow it down put this Rolls
Grill in my
Throw the Prada slippers on, when I in my house
P. and Tommy 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