[Verse 1: Game]
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South sh**
Straight West Coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out" sh**
Empty jelly jars, n***a, bird in the couch sh**
The mad rapper, Oscar the Grouch sh**
Except when I'm hopping out of cans, I'm pulling out sh**
Dippin' a 4 though, double X 3-D Polo
If hip-hop was the league, I'd be the motherf**in logo
Your last sh** was so-so, you should sign to Jermaine
I've been hard since I was solo
n***as feel my pain, I make it rain without the strippers
Go against the grain, and push your sh** back like some clippers
I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin
You can tell I'm getting money the way that gla** house is sitting
I mash out the strip then like Nash when I'm dippin
Feeling like God's Son, the way that It Was Written
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Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pa**
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I got another ounce up in the stash
Them boys want they music on blast
Don't turn me down, turn me up every time them cops pa**
Mashed on the gas, am I getting high, don't even ask
Cause I take 2 hits, and then I pa**
[Verse 2: Game]
I see the cops in the rearview, why can't a motherf**er chill in the car
Feelin' like Missy, why you all up in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the Armor All while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I f** hoes that prey on Dwight Howard and Shaquille
Not them throwback rats they be on showin' college hill
For real, I think my first album sold 5 mil'
And you say to yourself "He's broke"
Well how the hell am I ballin', like Spalding
I did a couple of movies, now agents calling and calling
Can't get to the phone right now cause balls is all in this b**h mouth
When did we start taking these tricks out?
Now she gon' run her big mouth and tell her girlfriend
You had her all up in the wind
Blowing yo cheese on Louboutins, and now that b**h is in the wind
And after the next draft, she gon' start that cycle again
How you claimin' that b**h when she with him?
Come again cause
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[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Daddy Fat Sax
If my balls are on your chin, then can you tell me where my dick's at?
Gag order ghetto, head hunter, head buster through the chit-chat
I skip to the lou, my darling bring the thunder, I'm the lightning that strikes twice
Motherf**er, call me ma**a
Cause I runs the plantation and I'm whooping n***as a**es if they disrespect the presentation
Below the Mason-Dixon, we facin' the basis, never missin' pimpin'
You can embrace it or come face to face with total devastation
My mojo is never fadin', I'm in my Optimus Prime transform
Switch it up, heat it up, speed it up, that means I'm gone
Light years, ahead of your Buzz, Toy Story and club songs
Boy, gone, the A-T-L-iens are phoning home
But I feel like a librarian, cause style's are being' loaned out like books
A castle full of crooks, rape and pillage
They'll do anything for money, I bet misleading the village
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[Verse 4: E-40]
Not from New England, but I pack a patriot
Not from Atlanta, but I got the cater
Not from Chicago, but I'm a bear
I'm a bay area n***a, 49er, Raider
I'm about my bread man, I ain't no s**er
Now these b**h a** n***as soft as table bu*ter
I'm about my riches, magazines, street hustler
You can ask your uncles, daddies, mothers, and your older brothers
But I used to flea flick that yola white
Sellin' that sh** below the retail price
I'm a rare breed like the bike club, get it right
Desperado like Toriono, shout out to Dynamite
I got my red cup, and some green
What kind of green you smoking pimp? Blue dream
My n***a let my hit that there hemp, do your thing
How many woofers in your trunk? 4 15s
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