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[The Game - 1]
You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass
See I be with them cars, I'm like 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 my eyes
That Lambo' that ain't shit, just a public
And that top model chick, she for the lane
And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my chain is (Bright)
As Las Vegas lights
It be the in California 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 Banks on my arm, and crash any party
Yeah, makin' it rain, 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
Turn on the it's a rap

- Verse 2]

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

Don't you hear it? That nigga named
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex
My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa
And Superman, yooouuu, that ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to ya maker
My dick's the Staples Center I'll take you to see the
Swoosh! On that Cali' kush, smokin' 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 havin' it, see 'em in the zone
dope boys is more bass up in my head phones
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier metal
My verses are hot as shit like I wit' the Devil
I'm on another level, stuck 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

[The - Verse 3]
See I come the bottom and they call me The Game
But I'm happy that Beyonce know my name
I took that Dr. Dre money and I bought me
Then I bought me a house, then I me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy, then I me some 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
sellin' seven million records ain't the shit
I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too
And poppin' wit' Irv don't make me a wanksta
See I'm certified, my niggas make the murder rise
Readin' my fan mail in jail, Buck Curtis bye
So I'ma break it down for them niggas in the
Slow it put this Rolls Phatom
Grill in my
the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house
P. Diddy and Tommy Lee know I'm talkin' about
See, I'm outta jail, I know you heard I was back
up the radio it's a rap