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All That (Lady) [Feat. Lil Wayne, Big Sean, Jeremih] – The Game

Lirik lagu: All That (Lady) [Feat. Lil Wayne, Big Sean, Jeremih]

[Verse 1: Game]
You know I love you like cooked food, I’m a good dude
Let’s hit the Roscoe’s on Pico, I’m in a hood mood
I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ’bout all the things I could do
So what you should do is
Play your position for Berkin bags, we poppin’ tags
Her shoe game sick, we drinkin’ Ace out of Red Bottles
True gang shit, fuck with me and you’re famous
Kanye’d my bitch, now she’s away from the nameless
Camera flashes from strangers, turn a Range to a manger
Jesus piece on the plate, yea my baby an angel
Fell straight up out of Heaven into what we into
Who knew we’d grew into, whatever we into
That’s too much for your mental so we snapback that
Game on point like the stripes on my Gucc backpack
My ladybug, yea she cool like that
In them Trues, why you move like that

[Hook: Jeremih]
You know my lady always on
She know I need it so
She know she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all that
My lady got me going
I’m where she already knows
She knows she can get
All that, all that, all that

[Verse 2: Lil’ Wayne]
Uh, you my lady
And that pussy feel like a haven
We can make babies, let’s be creative
She say leave them tricks alone but I’m a skater
I love her like her daddy, told her no man would
I got a lot of bad bitches, she the only one good
I got her flowers for nothing, she smiling and blushing
If I don’t answer my phone, then we probably fucking, ya
She love my tattoos
Ain’t got no room for her name but I’m a make room
She let her hair down, we have a stare down
She said “I’m glad you ate it, where my cap & gown?”
Told her “I can be your chauffeur, ” dick like a limo
Multiple orgasms, that’s my M.O
Redbone pretty
I kiss her from her titty to her clitty

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[Hook: Jeremih]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
Look, my girl’s sweet like my hotel floor
From where they ran through more keys than a hotel door, the D
Give her the D now the whole hotel know
Feel like I’m looking down from Heaven screaming “Oh, Hell no!”
When you hop on top, girl, that’s what it feel like
She always had a player back like them field lights
And every time I left it ain’t feel right
Cheated on her and she stayed, that’s just real life
Cause it’s hard when you ain’t on the same coast
Burning bread in the club so all these girls want toast
Hoes try and wave but we ain’t on the same boat
They trying to sink everything that we made float
She told me ’bout her ex man, her old boy stories
And how she had a dildo, you know, toy stories
Don’t fuck her on her period, ain’t into horror stories
I take her to my favorite restaurant, she order for me
Cause she know me

[Hook: Jeremih]

[Outro: Fabolous]
I’m feeling your style
I’m loving your swag
I like how your jeans fit
You’re killing that bag
You working them heels
Your diamonds are real
You give me the chills, girl
You all that…

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Let’s Ride – The Game

[Verse 1]
Pull the rag off the six-fo’,
Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,
The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,
The D’s is chrome, the frame is black.
(So watch it lift up)
Till the motherfucker bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
Let the games begin,
These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,
Shit, let the chronic burn as the datens spin.
It ain’t been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,
In the club, poppin’ X pills like M & Ms,
Call it Dre day, we celebratin’, bitch bring a friend.
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.
(Put your ‘cris up!)
If you feel the same way,
Who got ’em hittin’ switches NY to LA

[Hook]
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo’ bounce that ass,
(If I could fit the whole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath

[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the drinks at,
Where the bitches at,
You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,
Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see?
The protégé of the D R E,
You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,
And you gotta fuck Busta, can’t touch Eve,
Got something in my waist that you can’t touch either,
That’s – my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,
I’m in the club on some gangsta shit.
(So nigga twist up)
Light another dub,
Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.
Ain’t nothing but a g-thing, baby it’s a g-thing,
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,
I fuck a different bitch seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.

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[Hook]
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo’ bounce that ass,
(If I could fit the whole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath

[Verse 3]
Niggas thought I wasn’t coming back, look at me now
Hoppin’ out the same Cherry six-fo’ with the motherfucking top down,
I’m The Game, nigga
Call your bitch, she ain’t home, she with Game, nigga
Remember that, Dre
You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,
Ridin’ three-wheel motion ’till the ass scrapes,
Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.
Now watch it bounce,
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.
(When you hit the club)
Tell ’em you came with me,
(We gonna twist up)
In the V.I.P.
It’s a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,
Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.
Same Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke.

[Hook]
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo’ bounce that ass,
(If I could fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath

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Ol’ English – The Game

[Chorus]
Ol’ English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin’ by gettin’ high
Smokin’ on that chronic drinkin’ Ol’ English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in
Ol’ English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol’ English Westside ’til I die
Niggas pourin’ out that Ol’ English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)

[Verse 1]
Once upon a time in the projects yo
I watched my uncle Greg put D’s on his six-fo’
I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain
Shopped crack and watched “Colors” and I soaked up game
Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model
Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle
On the weekend him and my pops flashed the ‘Vette
‘Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death
He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain’t like that
He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac
Crazy ass nigga wit’ a Black Panther tat
Kill a nigga cross him out on his Compton hat
Told me when I got older I would understand that
It’s blood in blood out and ain’t no turnin’ back
Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks
13 that’s when I had my first

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I was the first nigga wit’ a Starter jacket on the block
Used to build model cars and let the motherfuckers hop
Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin’ rocks
Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the dope spot
Bought my first Converse thought I couldn’t be stopped
When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott
Used to think that I was hard so I stole my brother’s glock
And that’s the day my life changed ’cause that night he got shot
Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch
I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc
I was drinkin’ 40-ounces a lot
And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy dropped
I start bangin’ red laces in my Adidas
Drinkin’ out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by
I was a menace to society
But I never left fingerprints on my

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[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip
This is life stop watchin’ that “Boyz N The Hood” shit
You see this red rag hangin’ out of my jeans?
I went to twenty funerals by the age of nineteen
Then I went to college basketball was my dream
Quit the team ’cause I rather shoot rock wit’ the fiends
Wanted to be Freeway Rick
He showed me how to trun a stolen 5.0 into a brick
Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin’ DJ Quik
On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit
Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time
When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clip
Hit my first switch same night fucked my first bitch
Thought I was dreamin’ ’til I pinched her tits
She caught a stray bullet ridin’ shotgun in my shit
So I got her name tatted in

[Chorus]

Ol’ English [x4]

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Bad Intentions – The Game

Lirik lagu: Bad Intentions

Bad intentions nigga
Fucking with the wrong one
Call Dre tell that nigga I’m on one
Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars
Drive foreign cars into the stars
Fuck bitches at our leisure
Stuff dick inside they throat til they have seizures
Hoes down, B’s up
Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson
Start trippin, I like his jewelry, then I’m robbin son
Fuck a platinum plaque nigga hood with it
Bouncin that impala down the shore like what’s good with it?
I’m a made man, I wear J’s and
I been around more rocks than a fuckin cave man
I done sold it and bagged it
I done drove it and crashed it
Fucked my credit up smashin the Ashton
FYI nigga I got a magnum,
Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher
I’m a motherfuckin butcher
Leave me around anything white and I’m a cook it
I be all up in the kitchin
No need for an apron, playboy
I’m a professional, I’m cakin playboy
The last real D-boy up in this rap shit
Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits? cash
? Fuckin with the bomb squad
Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned god
Church, Higher power
Impala sittin clean like it took 5 showers
Nigga I’m the G.A.M.E. so don’t you tempt me
Your chest’ll be full and my clip will be empty
I’m simply one of the most raw niggas in this shit
Why you think that I got in this shit?
Paid for my momma house, bout 700k
Can’t stop smokin but I’m down to a blunt a day
Yay, I mean yayo
On the block sun up sun down like where the day go?
We come through chargin nigga like San Diego
Seventeen chargers, couple of em same color but the shit is ok though
Cause all my niggas on the payroll get caught slippin, get a halo
And I ain’t talking bout the x-box
Niggas let the tech knock
Welcome to the real life, black ops
Where it’s still fuck the police, white and black cop
And we ain’t killin Jonny, no
Nigga give em an ass shot
Put him on injured reserve
Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word
That’s how I get down, all you rap niggas floppin
Who talkin shit now? only Drake and Yay worth coppin
I take a hiatus, spend a little time gamblin in Vegas
Come back to back runnin faster than five Lakers
So mother fuck a hater and his family
About to finish the R.E.D. album up in Miami
Lebron can’t stand me, cause I got this purp in my cup
24s on the truck, Laker game nigga what?
Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang
See the chrome boy? and my mother fuckin home boys
But I’m from Cali not to be confused with Khaled
He say that we the best but I’m the best that’s valid
And before you try to say that that’s a diss,
I was up at Khaled’s house two days ago bitch
Sippin on a Long Island ice tea with a white bitch
That was just as bad as Ice-T’s, but she’s not the wifey
The wife be at home with the kid’s
Look at them and see how a motherfucker live
24 cars, 5 and a half cribs, I was spending money like goin broke was the shit, shit.

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