Real Gangstas The Game (Ft. Bizzy Bone & Hurricane Chris)

[Chorus: The Game & Hurricane Chris]
Cadillac Escalades, candy paint, shop and blaze
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin' that they was gangsta
2 2 3's on the backseat of the Lac seat
Looking for the niggas who hollerin' that they was gangsta
Ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
Lookin' for the niggas that hollerin' that they was gangsta
I'm ridin' with my locs on mask on bangin'
We gon' teach you niggas bout fuckin' with real gangstas

[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm hammered up, bandanna'd, 2 2 2 3's when the chopper blow
And I be loadin' banana clip totin'
My khaki suit represent what I be rollin'
The phantom roof open I'm smokin', smokin'
Cincinnati Red on my head no jokin'
Might be chokin' but I ain't slippin'
My Glock stay smokin' like
I'm smokin, purple haze, ridin' with K's
Split a nigga wig, fuck what he did
It is what is gotta live how I live
Black bird gang rappin' tongue off in this bitch
Til that day come I runnin' up askin' where you from
Hopin' that your swagger came with a mothafuckin' gun
So we can shoot it out
Everyday a nigga gotta bring the Ruger out
No fool about when the 2 2's is out
We disturbin' the peace
And the police would think we at Luda's house
So fool get out of your car
You totin' them choppers you know where you are
H-u-double-r-i-c-a-n-e times 2 mothafucka
We hittin' the swtiches
My chopper to me is like Ricky to Ross
The longer the clip the bigger the boss
They throwin' it up we gettin' it off
We burryin' niggas for thinkin' we soft
D's ride by we flickin' em' up off
Take off the shields we kickin' it off
Play off safety like Champ Bailey
Throw it my way I'm pickin' it off