Quik’s Groove (The One) The Game (Ft. DJ Quik, MICAH & Sevyn Streeter)

[Verse 1: The Game]
You see I wake up in the morning
Grab my blunt and pull my dick up out this bitch mouth (getting that ass)
I'm feeling like making this bitch iron my clothes or something
Multitasking, cooking breakfast
Making a nigga wanna smack that ass
See, I met this bitch on Crenshaw, she told me give her a ride
I said, "If I do that, you gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive."
Cause I ain't, for, the tricking, no I ain't
I'm with my main bitch and my side bitch, I'm feeling like Saddam
They had the bomb,
And if her baby daddy tripping, fuck that nigga
I push that nigga hairline back like he LeBron
Make a nigga disappear like J-Kwon
Body found by the Swans
Nigga missing both of his arms, I ain't playing
I'm with the rat-tat-tat-tat, shoot a nigga if he do or don't die
He ain't never coming back
Now it's one, two, buckle my shoe
Patent leather Giuseppes nigga, watch what the fuck I do
It's the P-I-R-to-the-U
And I put that on my momma I'ma ride for you baby boo
Yay yay, I said I put that on my momma I'ma ride for you baby boo

[Chorus: Micah & Sevyn Streeter]
I hope you giving head today
Cause I just wanna put this dick all in you (So I can bust a nut)
Baby we gon' celebrate, celebration
You bring all your girls and I'ma bring my crew, let me be the one
One you take home at the end of the night babe, let me be the one
I only want you to myself babe, let me be the one
But you know I'm always open to suggestions
I said let me be the one
Down for you, it should never be a question, babe
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
To blow your mind, away, away, my time
Don't waste my time, baby, don't waste my time
To blow your mind, to blow your mind