Red Light The Game

[Intro]
For a taste of your love, for a taste of your love
Just a little taste of your love and your life
I just want to be known as one of the greatest
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
See my mother was a hustler, my father was a gambler
And that made me a scrambler
My grandmother named me Game, I'm not a amateur
Creep up on my phantom and, I might blam at ya
Hood niggas put your hammers up
A million thugs march picture that with a camera
Damn picture me Floyd Mayweather stamina
Riding with a stallion
Something cute with an Atlanta butt
I could go hammer but I'm not broke
Picture me getting a million dollars for every line I wrote
I'm dope, When J gon' do a song with me
I ain't dope I mean what the fuck is wrong with me?
You act like my polo boxers is a thong you see
I beat on these rappers, hip-hop is Donkey Kong to me
And while we're talking about video games
I'm prestige on Call of Duty, press L2 and aim

[Chorus: The Game]
When we see you stop at the red light
And you got your guns on you, what you gon' do?
Game recognize game I will cock and aim
And ckk ckk, my niggas will ckk ckk
When you see me making it rain inside the club
And you mad nigga what you gon do?
Game recognize game I will cock and aim
And ckk ckk, my niggas will ckk ckk