歌手:The Game
专辑:《The R.E.D. Album》

It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South ****
Straight West Coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out" ****
Empty jelly jars, *****, bird in the couch ****
The mad rapper, Oscar the Grouch ****
Except when I'm hopping out of cans, I'm pulling out ****
Dippin' the 4 though, double X 3-D Polo
If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the **********in logo
Your last **** was so-so, you should sign to Jermaine
I've been hard since I was solo
****** feel my pain, I make it rain without the strippers
Go against the grain, and put your **** back like some clippers
I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin
You can tell I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting
I mash out the strip then like Nas when I'm dippin
Feeling like God's Son, the way that It Was Written

Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass
I see the cops in the rearview, why can't a ************ chill in the car
Feelin' like Missy, why you all up in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the Armor All while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I **** hoes that pray on Dwight Howard and Shaquille
Not them throwback rats they be on showin' college hill
For real, I think my first album sold 5 mil'
And you say to yourself "He's broke"
Well how the hell am I ballin', like Spalding
I did a couple of movies, now agents calling and calling
Can't get to the phone right now cause balls is all in this ***** mouth

When did we start taking these tricks out?
Now she gon' run her big mouth and tell her girlfriend
You had her all up in the wind
Blowing yo cheese on Louie Vuitton, and now that ***** is in the wind
And after the next draft, she gon' start that cycle again
How you claimin' that ***** when she with him?
Come again cause
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass
Daddy Fat Sax, my balls are on your chin, but can you tell me where my ****'s at?
Come order ghetto, head hunter, head buster through the chit-chat
I skip to the lou, my darling bring the thunder, I'm the lightning that strikes twice
************, call me mass of, cause I run the plantation and I'm whooping ****** asses
If they disrespect the presentation, below the Mason-Dixon, we facin' the basses that were missin' pimpin'
You can embrace it or come face to face with total devastation
My mojo is never fadin', I'm in my Optimus Prime transform
Switch it up, heat it up, speed it up, that means I'm gone
Like gears, ahead of your Buzz, Toy Story and club songs
Boy, gone, the A-T-L-iens are phoning home
But I feel like a librarian, cause style's are being' loaned out like books

A castle full of crooks, rape and pillage
They'll do anything for money, I bet misleading the village
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass
Not from New England, but I pack a patriot

Not from Atlanta, but I got the cater
Not from Chicago, but I'm a bear
I'm a bay area *****, 49er, Raider
I'm about my bread man, I ain't no sucker
Now these ***** ass ****** soft as table butter
I'm about my riches, magazines, street hustler

You can ask your uncles, daddies, mothers, and your older brothers
But I used to flee through that yellow white
Sellin' that **** below the retail price
I'm a rare breed like the bike club, get it right
Desperado like Tori Amos, shout out to dynamite

I got my red cup, and some green
What kind of green you smoking pimp? Blue dream
My ***** let my hit that there hemp, do your thing
How many woofers in your trunk? 4 15s
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pass
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pass