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[The Game - 1]
You see that cherry red on them big ass wheels
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 you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my
That that ain't shit, just a public disguise
And that top 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 California I'm ridin' at night
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down
Havin' meetings all day, baby my is (Bright)
As LeBron's, off on anybody
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 fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was
Turn on the radio a rap

[Ludacris - 2]

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

you hear it? That nigga named Luda
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex
My money long, your shit is shorter Oompa Loompas
And Superman, yooouuu, that ass like 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 many red I coulda swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is
Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps abortions
I ain't it, see 'em in the dead zone
Fake dope boys is bass up in my head phones
Adjust your treble, I'm 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, Game the detonator, like
Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, up the radio, it's a rap

[The - Verse 3]
See I come from the bottom and they me The Game
But I'm just happy that know my name
I that Dr. Dre money and I bought me chain
I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy, then I bought me brains
But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is and Wayne
See of them niggas spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me spit
Like seven million records ain't the shit
I don't win no Grammies, I'm too gangsta
And poppin' Cristal wit' Irv don't me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my niggas the murder rise
Readin' my fan mail in jail, Buck told bye
So I'ma it down 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. and Tommy Lee know what I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh outta jail, I you heard I was back
Turn up the it's a rap