[Game:] Get my people out them chains, nigga, I mean handcuffs, time to man up. Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin', bruh, ‘Cause I'm a black man in a Phantom Or is it ‘cause my windows tinted? Car cost three hundred thou and I blow Indo in it. You mad ‘cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break? Well, Imma fuck her ‘til the springs break. [2 Chainz:] Yeah, roll another one ‘cause I'm winnin', In my four door lookin' real photogenic, Gentleman attire in threads that won't expire, I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired, Money getting' long, pussy rate keep risin', Versace outfit cost me three thousand. From the P houses, did it from the weak hours, Sellin' that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour. First you get the power, then you get respect, I'm getting' so much money I can buy ya bitch, Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it, I like clubs where all the women workin' naked. Fell in love with a waitress, what the fuck I'm thinkin'!? Bought that ho a ring, it was for her pinky. Uh, that's pimpin', that's slick. Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent. [Game:] Fuck y'all mad at me for Got a black card and a black Phantom. With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in Montana, Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi. Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie. (True!) Ali bomaye! Ali bomaye! I'm ‘bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's. Ali bomaye! Ali bomaye! My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case. Fuck y'all mad at me for ‘cause my belt got two G's on it, Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it. Free Big Meech, free Boosie and C-Murder! Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton, you'll see murders. And my AR see murders, that's beef, nigga, no burgers. I'm insane and you Usain, nigga, better turn on them burners, Got coke swimmin' in that glass jar, bitch, go turn on them burners. Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail, You a bitch, nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell. I'm on the block like D-12, I got the white, no D12, Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born totin' that K, And that's real shit, no Will Smith and no Nona Gaye, But they yellin'... [Hook: Game] Ali bomaye! Ali bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day! Ali bomaye! Ali bomaye! Got a chopper and a bottle, fuck it, let ‘em spray! [Rick Ross:] I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team, Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things. I dream big, I think sharp, Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark. Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself. Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf, I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the Majors, Hit you right above navel, now you swimmin' in pavement, Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps, Hoes settlin' for less, I call ‘em bottom shelf, Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all, On the road to the riches, bitches not taggin' along. [Game:] ...unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone, Disrespect my nigga Boss, and I'm flashin' the chrome. I'm wavin' the Tec, Tity sprayin' the Mac, Extendos in the back, gonna lap. Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sittin' in my lap, Got a call from Skateboard, pick ‘em up at LAX. Speakin' skateboards, where Tune at? Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back. 2 Chainz! [2 Chainz:] Skateboard on a nigga track, No lie, “No Lie” already got a plaque. Mama got a house, daughter got accounts, Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce. Bad bitches and d-boys, we bring ‘em out, If them niggas pussy, we douche ‘em, we clean ‘em out. This the voice of ghetto intelligence; if you got work, Go to work, don't work at your residence. [Game:] For presidents. Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent. Ridin' through the jungles in that mothafuckin' elephant. That's a gray Ghost, with the ears on it, Swimmin' through the hood like it got fins on it. (Tell ‘em!) You know I got that work on the Foreman grill, Weigh the mothafuckas in, made another mill. Got a nigga feelin' like Cassius Clay, Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today. [Hook]
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