[Game]
The young Roy Jones of this rap sh**
Somebody 'bout to get knocked the f** out tonight, man
[Verse 1 - Game]
n***as think they got the Game sewed, yeah right
I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
If the Navi outside, I might be there
Black hoodie, black nine, black Wifey Airs
Rock guns like Caddy trunks, keep a spare
You see the lump under the Iceberg fleece, and yeah
When the beef cooks, I'ma put the piece to your head
And if you see a white truck that means your sheeps is dead
Then I'm going, going, back, back to the block
To dump the bucket and jump in the drop
n***as know I'm good with the Glock
They call me Chick Hearns cause if the Game on knock, I'm callin' the shots
I wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm the LOX
Then get gangsta with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die bury me with the Glock
And a bucket of shells in case n***as want drama in hell
[Hook - Bootleg]
I'll give you anything you ask for
Money over b**hes!
Tell me what you blast for
We don't f** around with snitches!
What you have to smash for?
These n***as tried to play me, man
Anything you ask for
It's all about the Bay, Game
[Verse 2 - Bootleg]
First things first, money over b**hes, f** hoes
Say my name in vein; watch Game break the bones in your noes
I'm a Flint Town rider, Inner City flipper
My whole squad in flip mode like they name was Rah Diggah
Sword Jinted on, Bootleg, b**h I'm a general
Saw draw your firearms when you in the presence of criminals
And motherf** subliminals, metaphors or adjectives
I come to where you live and shoot sixty rounds inside your crib
k**er by instinct, murderer by nature
k**a Cali earthquake ya, show nothin' but bone breakers
b**h it's nothin', like puffin' on this dust-for-a** pound
The caine in my tana have your mouth twisted just like Bobby Brown
f** what you might've read, f** what your people said
Back in this b**h in '06 it's the Game and Leg
Highly aniticipated, the day this finally came
I'll smack a patch of meat off a n***a head for Game
[Hook]