[Verse 1: The Game]
Nigga pull up, hop out the Cutlass, tell a nigga fuck this
I ain’t toleratin' no fuck shit
Wifey at the halfway house, with a bitch with her ass hanging halfway out
I ain't bout no games nigga, that's my name
Gold grill with a blunt hanging halfway out
Nigga can’t tell me shit
Unless he got hits and then he can tell me how them hash weigh out
Crib laid out like a pimp here, your bitch there on a bed laid out
Nigga talkin' that fuck shit, we just spray out
Boy, get yo whole motherfuckin' hood K’d out
I was born in the C-P, Tommy on my lap
If it’s cheese in that hoe, you could find me in the trap
But when it’s snap, give a fuck about a rap
Yup, Me and Buck back, 7-eleven on the crack
See a car I like, get the fuck up outta there
Grand Theft Auto on a bitch ass nigga
Get the tow yard, pull a truck up outta that
Then pop bottles, let me hit that nigga, roll blunts the size of this MAC
I’m in love with the kush, I ain’t givin' that back, trill nigga
Smoke 'til my lungs collapse, pass out with a fifth of that Cognac
Real nigga gon' recognize this G shit
Don’t come at me with no peace shit
That peace shit, that was ‘89, I get yo ass hit with 89’s
Motherfucker 'fore the cops get there, nigga, J’s comin' off
Drive off with the K’s runnin' off
Fly home, tuck my sons into bed, kiss my daughter on the head
And leave a note by her motherfuckin' bed
Nigga pull up, hop out the Cutlass, tell a nigga fuck this
I ain’t toleratin' no fuck shit
Wifey at the halfway house, with a bitch with her ass hanging halfway out
I ain't bout no games nigga, that's my name
Gold grill with a blunt hanging halfway out
Nigga can’t tell me shit
Unless he got hits and then he can tell me how them hash weigh out
Crib laid out like a pimp here, your bitch there on a bed laid out
Nigga talkin' that fuck shit, we just spray out
Boy, get yo whole motherfuckin' hood K’d out
I was born in the C-P, Tommy on my lap
If it’s cheese in that hoe, you could find me in the trap
But when it’s snap, give a fuck about a rap
Yup, Me and Buck back, 7-eleven on the crack
See a car I like, get the fuck up outta there
Grand Theft Auto on a bitch ass nigga
Get the tow yard, pull a truck up outta that
Then pop bottles, let me hit that nigga, roll blunts the size of this MAC
I’m in love with the kush, I ain’t givin' that back, trill nigga
Smoke 'til my lungs collapse, pass out with a fifth of that Cognac
Real nigga gon' recognize this G shit
Don’t come at me with no peace shit
That peace shit, that was ‘89, I get yo ass hit with 89’s
Motherfucker 'fore the cops get there, nigga, J’s comin' off
Drive off with the K’s runnin' off
Fly home, tuck my sons into bed, kiss my daughter on the head
And leave a note by her motherfuckin' bed
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