Don’t Cha The Game (Ft. Dior & Rockstar)

[Intro: Rockstar Dior]
Yea, uh (hype hype hype), Uh (New jersey devil)
(Black wall put ya mutherfucin hands up)
Cicero, rockstar, carry-D whatever you choose.. makes me no difference
Yea (try to move)
Let get into it (feel us)
Uh, slam, Uh, check it, uh

[Verse 1: Rockstar Dior]
Yea, yo, what he do?
Niggas don't know how I move only roll with the crew
Rollin' up the trees, loadin' up the tools
Niggas get a little outta line, gettin blown let her choose, uh
Yea brads on my dick, heard that I spit with the game
Signed with the black wall street got some glitz in my chain
Got some chips in my pocket, with a clip that I bang
Use to have hit the steet for the change, now shit changed
I can hit the strip in the range
Yea I hit the switch in the range
That'a make it bounce (bounce bounce)
Niggas better get it corrected don't disrespect it
I do chat shit when I check shit
Drive by loaded window down when I wet shit
So niggas gotta cool out before I gotta move out, yea
And y'all dont wanna piss me off
'cause I might have'ta get the fifth's involved
Trigger balled in front of that
No I do more where your stomach at
Y'all booz dont want none of that