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[The - Verse 1]
You see that cherry red on them big ass wheels
See I be playin' them cars, I'm like a big ass kid
Crazy wit' that cap gun, so if we cops and robbers
show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my
That Lambo' that ain't shit, just a disguise
And that top model chick, she for the diamond
And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my chain is (Bright)
As them Las Vegas
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
Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll any party
Yeah, makin' it rain, got shit on me
The way I ball, the fuckin' should come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was
on the radio it's a rap

[Ludacris - 2]

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

you hear it? That nigga named Luda
Slicker than the Ruler, whoop 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 Center I'll take you to see the
Swoosh! On that Cali' kush, like a muffler
So many red I coulda swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the fame and the fortune, is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps abortions
I ain't havin' it, see 'em in the dead
Fake dope boys is more bass up in my 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 on the elevator
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

Game - Verse 3]
See I come from the and they call me The Game
But I'm just that Beyonce know my name
I took that Dr. Dre and I bought me chain
Then I me a house, then I bought me a Range
Then I me some pussy, then I bought me some brains
But I ain't buyin' 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 don't win no Grammies, I'm too gangsta
And poppin' Cristal wit' Irv make me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my niggas make the rise
my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye
So I'ma break it for them niggas in the South
Slow it down put 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 you heard I was back
Turn up the it's a rap