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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 play and robbers
show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my
Lambo' 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 Vegas
It be the same in when I'm ridin' at night
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and Broadway
meetings all day, baby my future is (Bright)
As LeBron's, take off on
Tyra on my arm, and we'll crash 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 knew I was back
Turn on the it's a rap

[Ludacris - 2]

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

Don't you hear it? That named Luda
than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger
My money long, shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And Superman, yooouuu, that ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll you to meet ya maker
My the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers
Swoosh! On that Cali' kush, smokin' a muffler
So many red flags I coulda swore I was in
Game! I got the fame and the fortune, is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps abortions
I havin' it, see 'em in the dead zone
dope boys is more bass up in my head phones
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier metal
My verses are hot as shit I recorded wit' the Devil
I'm on level, they stuck 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 - Verse 3]
See I come from the bottom and they me The Game
But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my
I that Dr. Dre money and I bought me chain
Then I 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 rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See both of them niggas spit, but y'all act like you hear me spit
Like sellin' seven million ain't the shit
I don't win no Grammies, I'm too gangsta
And poppin' wit' Irv don't make me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my niggas the murder rise
Readin' my fan mail in jail, told Curtis bye
So break it down for them niggas in the South
Slow it put this Rolls Phatom
Grill in my
Throw the Prada slippers on, I walk in my house
P. Diddy and Tommy Lee what I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh outta jail, I you heard I was back
Turn up the it's a rap