Ya Heard The Game (Ft. Ludacris)

[Intro: The Game & Sample]
Yeah
(Don't you hear?)
California, New York
Chi-Town know how I get it down (Don't you hear the sound?)
M.I.A, ATL, what's up? (Sound)
Houston, Frisco (Said, don't you hear the sound?)
Detroit get money just like N.O., yeah (Don't you hear?)
Yeah (Don't you hear the sound, sound?)

[Verse 1: The Game]
You see that cherry red Phantom on them big-ass wheels
You see I be playing with them cars, I'm like a big-ass kid
Crazy with that cap gun, so if we play "Cops and Robbers"
I'll show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes
That Lambo? That ain't shit, just a public disguise
And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane
And I be driving all crazy 'cause my diamond chain is (Bright)
As them Las Vegas lights
It be the same in California when I'm riding at night
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway
Having meetings all day, baby, my future is (Bright)
As LeBron's, take off on anybody
Tyra Banks on my arm and we'll crash any party, yeah
"Making it rain" ain't got shit on me
The way I ball, the fucking owner should come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you should've knew I was back
Turn on the radio, it's a rap