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[The Game - 1]
You see that cherry red Phantom on 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
Fitted cap too big, so it 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 chain is (Bright)
As them Las lights
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, off on anybody
Tyra Banks on my arm, and crash any party
Yeah, it rain, ain't got shit on me
The way I ball, the owner should come 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 touched at L.A.X. LUDA!
That's right! What up Game? Fresh out

Don't you hear it? That nigga Luda
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, ass like Lex Luger
My money long, your is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And I'll Superman, yooouuu, that ass Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta, take you to meet ya maker
My dick's the Staples I'll take you to see the Lakers
Swoosh! On that kush, smokin' 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 phones
your treble, I'm heavier than metal
My verses are hot as like I recorded wit' the Devil
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

Game - Verse 3]
See I come from the and they call me The Game
But I'm just happy that Beyonce my name
I that Dr. Dre money 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 ain't that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See both of them niggas spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me
Like seven million records ain't the shit
I win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta
And poppin' Cristal wit' Irv don't make me a
See I'm California certified, my niggas the murder rise
Readin' my fan mail in jail, Buck told bye
So I'ma break it down for niggas in the South
Slow it put this Rolls Phatom
in my mouth
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 know you I was back
Turn up the it's a rap