They Don’t Want None The Game (Ft. Pharrell Williams & Shyne)

[Verse 1: The Game, Pharrell Williams]
Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, popping like fuckle tags
Rappin' in Belize, Louis Vuitton duffle bags
Guess who home, my nigga Shyne
Straight out the brick house to a brick house
Money flowin' like it's Cristal
Shine on it swiss styles, I'm hood as Kid Styles
My Clair Bomber jacket perfect for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don't want none, release on the blood Glock
They here by, they go numb
Goin' plan no. 1 with the gang no. 2
Start track no. 3 back to ypee MV
Gots the chill, while I stack a mill to the ceiling
Ten gangstas outside, meeting gangstas in the building
One nigga can't stop this motherfuckin' killin'
Hell on earth the repercussion, if blood is spilt on my children
Cowboys and Indians, motherfuck the pilgrims
Infiltrate my squad near every cat buildin'

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams, The Game]
They don't want none
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks and bust shots
Spin that black ghost around the block
They don't need none
We got pills for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I mean?
Let 'em have some
Ace of Spades by the fountains
Kush by the ounces, marijuana mountains
In a week I'm
We bringin' the funk
Yo B, let 'em know
Money Gang uh