Lamar "Mars" Edwards - The Hangover lyrics

[Verse 1: Game] All purple like the Ravens Hit you with mixtapes till your f**in' chest cave in My flow a nightmare, West Craven Get it, the West cravin' My style, I know it's been a while Naw, n***a it's been a day since I hit you with that purple tape n***as know my style, movin' them tracks out And the R.E.D. Album gon' be worth the wait Naw, n***a the Earth gon' shake And Rihanna gon' be hoppin' out of birthday cakes I'm a trending topic, tell these lil n***as stop it n***a I'm clockin', let your G Shock clock it Just got a Mazi, took it to the shop, dropped it Slide through the 'hood, 3 bars side pocket With my side chick and the hair flip Like the old Sidekick, the world bumpin' my sh** [Hook] Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right [Verse 2: Game] n***as like "Game, you did this yesterday?", that's right Matter fact to be exact, I did it last night And I can prove it to you The Heat lost to the Knicks in Madison Square, n***a I'm like Google to you Watch how I do it to you I'm the king, started my own gang, sh** I'm like Larry Hoover to you Naw, matter fact Freddy Kreuger to you This ain't a dream I'll really put the ruger to you Scared how that new sh** drop, set up shop R.E.D. Album gon' drop, them n***as gon' call Koch n***as gon' call cops, Chuck Taylor in the building Can't see the goons, they blend in like chameleons Rolling Stone said I'm brilliant Hottest mixtape since Wayne dropped No Ceilings Now I ride around the 'hood with no ceilings Everybody in the movies clappin' for the villain [Hook] [Verse 3: Famous Fresh] Yeah, comin' from nothin', gettin' money, what you left to do Plan to execute or end up a vegetable We watch the same game but somehow I got the better view Chuck helped a n***a, 'bout to blow like an inner tube Big blunt smokin', flossin' in my interviews Two bad b**hes naked in my living room Big black Benz's, both of 'em 62's Bottles on ice, livin' life like s'posed to do n***a, stop hatin', start congratulatin' We throwin' paper in the air like we graduated They say money talk, well check a n***a's conversation Talk so much, Game made a n***a a occupation Yeah, your boy Famous Fresh got sk**s While your baby momma blowin' on me like a hot meal Just another n***a with a attitude California smoke n***a, live from the avenue [Hook] [Outro: Game] sh** is real, it's the hangover It's the hangover, it's the hangover It's the hangover, it's the hangover It's the hangover When they say the game over Do the same thing over