The Game - Daytona 500 lyrics

Hov invented swag, I'll give him that But who invented slime about the n***as in the fitted caps? Reppin Cincinnati, they ain't ever been there I'm working the track out, no Under Armour gym wear f** bad b**hes, check my list, see Kim there Stacey Dash, I'll smash and pa** And nut on they face like it's skin care Can't get rid of me, the Game gon' be here Like teachers with they tenure No pen here, straight off the dome I throw a shot, blacka, knock him straight off his throne That goes for every n***a, the n***a with the lockjaw And that heavy n***a, I ain't talking about Ross He the mother f**ing boss, I'm the CEO n***as using they Skymiles just to see me flow I've got the Illmatic CD flow Fake diamonds, fake kaballah beads, n***a CB4 I'm gettin' tired of these n***as, feds puttin' wires on these n***as I got some Richard Pryors for these n***as Couple court cases, couple shell cases Trickling off the ground right next to where the Ace is I can't take this sh** that I'm seeing in the industry I'd rather be everybody's enemy in the back of the strip club Guzzling some Hennessey; I really made it rain with Meech I got memories f** with em here, blow out your memory Take the roof off of the Chevy, we ride Kennedy Like a bottle of Patron, one n***a can't finish me Whoop a n***a's a**, he'll tell the cops there was 10 of me Ice on my neck, I ain't ever had an injury Ice on my wrists, I ain't ever had an injury Meanwhile n***as see me with the doctor Platinum plates on the Phantom n***a, welcome to the opera! Welcome to mi casa, shrimp scampi and lobster Big bowl of OG kush, watching Shottas n***a take a hit of that, it's California kush, five You ain't gotta send it back Quarterback, n***a I got the center back Get Charlie Sheen on the phone, tell him to win it back The summer over n***a, tell them that the winter back Take that boy crown, b**h n***a, come get it back Snapback? f** that, authentic fitted cap n***a talk sh**, then it's off with his fitted cap Off with his fitted cap Let these n***as know that the boss of the city back I need a 7 5/8 Philly hat Rozay, where that n***a Meek Milly at? Where Beans, where Chris, where Gillie at? Can't stop bloodin', I'm a f**ing hemophiliac 1st n***a on the set with a red rag Then the industry took my whole swag Pound sign, dag, and all of you n***as is f**ing f*gs I dare you come play up on the boy curb 20 n***as with me, can't one of them spell "hors d'oeuvres" Pearl handle, but I don't eat oysters Catch 'em in the hood, 24's on that Porsche Annulment, had to divorce her She ain't wanna get in the truck, I had to force her Heard she wasn't giving it up, you had to force her Buy homegirl some bottles to intercourse her Where they do that at? Where my bloods at? Where my soo woo rag? Where my lil n***a From where they do voodoo at? Four albums all number ones, go and Google that So I'm banned like the number ones How you try to make it rain with 100 ones n***a, I'm married to the game, no cummerbund Everyday I'm in the Range with another gun I snipe ya... no Wesley I'm the king, mother f** Elvis Presley I'm the king and I be smoking, dare a n***a come and test me Put two 9's on your back, Wayne Gretzky Yo, I'm ahead, they can't catch me 5 to 10 and over, n***a, arrest me I be out tomorrow, my lawyer'd beat that Now n***a, go and tweet that I just did, n***a, re-tweet that And tell Floyd I've been workin' on the speed bag He don't fight Pacquiao, then I'm up next Cut his eyes like Jimmy Iovine cut checks I'm a millionaire, n***a, f** stress Put me on Basketball Wives, it'd be a f**fest Shout out to Funk Flex, Shout out to DJ Clue Shout out to DJ Skee, Shout out to DJ Pooh He gon' cry when he get in the car Like I cried blood tears when I was gettin' the star Like I told Vida Guerra she wasn't gettin' that far Got some head, then I kicked that b**h up out of the car But look at the bright side, it was a SLR And you've been kicked out worse, don't act like I was the first Then came Amber, alert You ain't 'posed to talk about a n***a wife, but she squirt Like a soda can, I can murder this beat if Yeezy and Hova can So here we go again Pounds of the kush, and couple of my oldest friends Last week, I was in my Uncle Otis' Benz Back it up into the throne, it's totaled then Only had it for a week, it ain't broken in I'll prolly never be king, it's kinda soakin' in Heard I'd never go big, from Napoleon He had a complex, all I got is concepts Cla**ics, legendary straight up out the projects San Diego Aztec, number one prospect Aston Martin, that's a foreign object Phantoms, 'rraris, wasn't 25 yet Lambos, Mazzis, wasn't sayin' 5 yet 17 million, my son wasn't 5 yet Disrespect the whole rap game and ain't die yet Hov, lets make a side bet I'm a J. Cole fan, can a n***a drop next? (Damn, I mean he got a good thing) Call Pay Per View: can me and 50 box yet? Dr. Dre can I hear Detox yet? Yeah, I got some singles on that b**h Where that ho Maliah at, got some singles for that b**h Turn on the radio, got some singles on that b**h Pot of Gold, Me and Kris Kringle on that b**h Goin' HAM in the club, you should see me in this b**h Spades bottle tall as Bobby Valentino in this b**h How it turn into Casino in this b**h Tell 'em it's Gee Money I'm with Nino in this b**h On my toes like a ballerina in this b**h No Prodigy at Summer Jam screamin in this b**h Child prodigy, Bobby Fischer leanin' in this b**h Alpo a** n***as ain't want to see me gettin' rich Too late for that though, I got cash flow Young Fidel Castro, actin' like a a**hole And I don't know better I ain't know if this a Louis Vuitton or Polo sweater To me the YSL logo better Watch a knock-off cause these hoes know better I made the documentary, I'll be rich forever Like my nickname Dick, I'll be rich forever Pause... now applaud, and let these real Hip-Hop fans count my bars Let these real Hip-Hop haters count my cars Back to Swishers, f** a Cuban cigar Unless it's handed to me by a Cuban All these haters on my Dirk so I might as well smoke it with Mark Cuban Old n***a New York knees, Ewing Kyrie Irving give a f** about a 2 inch Got these b**hes giving me brains, so stupid Finally got the Otis instrumental, had to loop it New school rapper shot by Cupid, stupid Everybody sayin' they sick, I got lupus And I'm still on the block, like the New Kids I got a few kids, I got a few cribs I got a new kid so I bought a new crib 2.5 stupid, not a new crib 50 helped a n***a out, but the truth is All of this sh** from one freestyle on Whoo Kid If I ain't the king, then n***a tell me who is If I ain't won the west the last 9 years, who did? I'll wait, while I'm starin' at my Hublot In my Blackberry looking for b**hes that do blow Used to push weight, like a sumo Give it to my b**h, let her stuff it in the culot Take it to the visitor room, give it to Bruno He nickel bag and slide it in the new box of Uno But that's too much inf, for the you know Where I'm from a rat'll never give orders to Bluto I heard your lil' album, kudos They say the sh** a cla**ic, n***a, I got a few of those A few hoes, new clothes, like I'm Jason Derulo So n***a step to the side like a Euro And a n***a get too close Louisville slugga to the dome, Pujols n***as don't like Game, they a bunch of puntos I'm sippin' mojitos with Ms. Puerto Rico Drew League floor seats, Durant shootin' free throws Back to the spot, left eye in the peep hole A1 Perico, stay up out my stash I'm just a middle man, n***as f**in' up my cash Police pull me over, now they f**in' with my dash 2 blocks to go, toss that sh** up in the trash 2 Glocks'll blow, put a bullet in your a** Like Plaxico, got you jettin' up the Ave I swear to god man, these n***as make me laugh 'Pposed to be my future, you ain't f**in' with my past I shoot first, ask questions last Kobe mind state, why the f** would I pa**? Boost crime rate, then make Twitter crash All in one day with my controversial a** My grandmama SMH my mama like damn The hoes LOLing and my n***as goin' HAM Run your lips like Gina, sh** get thick like Pam This a bloodsport, Jean Claude Van Damme 180 bars, man damn Love Farrakhan but I'm 'bout to go HAM You hear what I just said? n***a damn I love the beef, but I'm 'bout to go HAM Yeah, hard as a mother f**er Open my garage, see cars like a mother f**er Walk up in the club, see broads like a mother f**er b**hes pulling titties out of bras like a mother f**er Ace of spades, black card like a mother f**er You n***as broke, RushCard like a mother f**er Outside the club plush cars like a mother f**er And we ain't rent sh**, these ours like a mother f**er But f** with my n***as, see stars like a mother f**er Snoop, Busta and Nas they my mother f**ers 2V2's and AR like a mother f**er Kid Red, Wackstar like a mother f**er Slept on it but this Otis beat, hard as a mother f**er Drums weak as f**, need Mars like a mother f**er Give a drummer some, b**h get on your knees and give a plumber some I'm leakin' Sound like Just Blaze in this b**h Its black wall kiss my black balls, the K's in this b**h N dot W dot A in this b**h, Game ball hard need a agent and sh** Any one of you n***as can get blazed in this b**h And we could fight to the d**h put a cage in this b**h 200 for the Yacht, where the spades in this b**h? I got them white b**hes plankin' like slaves on the ship Import, export, feds on the landing strip, meet me at the next port And abort the operation if I text y'all Nevermind that, my connect be the escort Let's rewind that, back to my mama Escort Keys overseas way before I had a pa**port Keys in the trunk '95 Honda Pa**port I got whatever you need, ain't gotta ask for it Its a Dillinger in the V stuffed in the dash board n***a been f**ing with rock, no Damon Dash boy And it's a damn shame what happened to Dame He ain't even get to keep his Rocafella chain Or the Rocawear chain, or the Armadale liqour You was already down, n***a ain't have to kick ya With ya own Pro Keds, in yo forehead n***a treats his own friends like the dope heads Guess he Scarface and you Frank Lopez This here holy water, put that on the Pope head Something like a Priest n***a nothing like a pastor When that R.E.D. drop just prepare for the rapture Lock me out of Canada, balling like the Raptors sh** don't even matter, name floating in the rafters Got the 44 on me call me Tom Raper Roll it up in the Phantom and blow it up out the Aston All they see is R.E.D. I'm holding up all this traffic They tellin' me I'm sick, but I'm sittin' fat like Magic Bars, Tragic, n***as know im a savage Won't appreciate it til years after I perish Be a old n***a ballin' yeah Robert Parish With a white b**h, cornrows, looking like Bo Derek Got my white b**h in the hood, I call her Kreayshawn She better stay between the lines like a crayon Cause the block is something I spent all day on Posted up with something long as the n***a Tayshaun And I'm off probation, so I'm back in the kitchen, Raekwon This is just a intermission, stay calm 262 Bars, Naplam Thats 238 to go, this for my unsigned n***as just waiting to blow I know its n***as 'round your hood just hatin' ya flow Baby mama in ya pockets steady taking your dough It's gon' be goons in the crowd, n***as hating your show Couple n***as hidin' that love, they just hatin' to show But what don't k** you, only make you stronger Twenty minute sets, stay on ten minutes longer I was just like you, still got the hunger Couldn't see in the dark, feelin' like Stevie Wonder Waitin' on my turn when Dre pulled my number I was Spongebob for the next three summers Then I did numbers, mama I made it Took the Unit under, still got haters Die hard fans from Compton to Decatur Ten million sold, still carry the lasers Said I still carry the lasers, Lupe what up! Still got D, G Wall for the blazers Still pack Heat don't make a n***a D-Wade ya Don't make me get on my phone and call my pager Translation them my shooters, Pacers n***as say they really got heart, but them is pacers New West n***as is spitters, razors Tyler the Creator, K Dot, Jay Rock Gla**es, Crooked, your boy got the bay locked But me an Tiger got the hoes, Baywatch Meaning we put on a show, while they watch Watch us hustle like Nipsey 30 bottles of spades, n***a we ain't even tipsy So with that rap sh**, miss me All these n***as p**y won't nobody diss me n***a I don't blame ya, better do ya history Every n***a that tried, died a mother f**in' mystery f**in' with the misfit You got company I'll k** that mother f**er See what I did to fif sh** That's why I'm always popping big sh** I love New York thats why I'm always bumping B.I.G.'s sh** Kick in the door waving the four four All you heard was the four four n***as jumping out the window on the fourth floor But the b**h was scared to jump so I put her on all fours Four albums, four plaques, phantom, four doors I'm the only five, you n***as is all fours That ain't a cla**ic album, n***a you off course You need to call Blaze, Swizz Beats or Scott Storch Bon'jour wake up in Paris Sippin on Conjure mix it with cranberry Baby what kinds yours? We up on the top floor n***as On the bottom we can see a lot more Baby I'm a problem If I see a spade and he sippin' on Spades, I'mma call him Word to my son Harlem Ya boy used to ski in coke, I'm talking slaloms Courtside next to Snoop sitting with starlets I got a thing for red bones and Louis wallets See the watch making them drool, cause its retarded See the cops pointing at dude cause he a target The world is a shooting range, so I'm aiming at the Shy And I'mma hit that mother f**er in the newest Range Hit the south side, doing two and change Watching Otis so I pulled over and blew the brains Man its cold out this mother f**er Gucci Mane Brr, chinchilla fur Ain't have to move to Texas but I'm in that flying spur Don't work with Petco but I could flip the bird Who got snaps on the petro? Word I'm trying not to hit my 6's on the curb Nothing like Sonny but I'm driving in reverse In love with the money, I shall never deter Probably with the honeys on 54th and 1st My pimp hand strong from Cali to dirty Jersey Church, tabernacle, look at ya bird, she laughing at you sh** is absurd, what happen after you n***as walk out the club? Them n***as start clappin' at you Sometime short days can turn into long nights Steve Urkel n***as trying to life Capone life You seen Vegas, don't get caught up at the wrong light Shooting K's and handguns got a long flight Yeah, got the lights on backyard looking like Vegas When the fights on Hood morning, Hood evening, Hood afternoon for no reason Buck 50 to the face now you bleeding King Leonidas, 300 while he cheesing Hop in that 300, tell my n***as we leaving Tell that n***a laying the ground, we even No need for oxygen masks, he ain't breathing Did it with the lights on, Compton raised a heathen Ain't no f**ing witnesses, but everybody seen it They know what the business is, I'm ripping up subpoenas Got no love for b**hes, all I'm giving them is penis Got to watch these b**hes, they'll take you to the cleaners They'll startch that a**, they'll press ya Trying to be Kobe wife, b**h you ain't Vanessa b**h you ain't Monica, so what's with all the pressure? I'm rolling my chronic up, bling on the dresser Out in Santa Monica banging her on the dresser I don't do the cuffs, but she wan't me to arrest her Take another pump then switch the direction Walk around dolo, I don't need protection Unless I'm with a groupie, now I need protection Four condoms came for the thing, I'm on that next sh** Two word minimum, I ain't trying to text sh** Two drinks at Mr. Chows, now we on some s** sh** Can't get through the door with this who*e She trying to success, she trying to succeed She trying to blow me, no strings attached she like a Wii But when the houselights come on she like a 3 Put her face in a bag, from behind she like Free And I ain't have to buy the b**h a bag it was free But that's just for me, give it to her like "Unnhhh" Master P Ain't no limit, I go hard as mother f**er Me and Pacquiao seeing stars like a mother f**er 384 Bars like a mother f**er All out of breath I should pause like a mother f**er Nah, I gotta go hard as a mother f**er Drop top Gotti, foreign cars as a mother f**er Started off small, living large as a mother f**er In my rearview I came far as a mother f**er Rip the head off Medusa and all the blood s**ers Peace to Baby and Slim them my blood brothers Shout out to Waka and Jones them my blood brothers Shout out to Styles and Kiss them my other brothers Shout out to Tune and Ross them my other other brothers Sitting here watching the throne, bored as mother f**er (Lets Go) Time to break the beat down for these clowns Tell my Uncle Otis he can RIP now Go to sleep now, my flow senile And I ain't trying to get locked up, in the penal System I can't feel my face, I'm trying to feel the ba** But I got all this Ace in my system Run circles around you rap n***as Like I'm doing drills for the Pistons Sleep comfy but I can still, hear the whispers Draw steel, cause n***as still don't get the picture Gotta paint it red just so they can see it If you can't understand colors, n***a Ice-T it Now bring the ba** back, turn up the sneer Tell the b**hes with lace fronts start fixing they hair And Mars give a n***a a drumroll right here And right there, Yeah... Back, Back, Back up on that rap sh** Keep that Louis napsack and that backpack sh** GTFOH, with that snapback sh** f**ing three b**hes a night, call it a hat trick Los Angeles, Kings meaning its more than one Me and Snoop be doing our thing And I kinda did away with the bling Use to walk around every f**ing day with the bling In and out the f**ing safe with the bling n***as come around they ain't safe with the bling My shine is mine, catch a case for the bling Out comes the 9 from the waist for the bling Put this mother f**er in your face for the bling Burn your tongue now you ain't got a taste for the bling 80 bars left, whole club sold out And I'mma get this flow out until their ain't no f**ing car left Until there ain't a Cuban cigar left See my n***a Dre in here, Yeah he on the far left Long way from car theft, around the corner from homicide If you seen the sh** that I seen You probably be traumatized Remember when my brother died Thats what made my mama cry Spent four years alone then my grandmama died Damn, I ain't never been the same Pay homage to the woman that gave the world to Game So the drama it will never die That's on my mama five f** with my kids or my wifey, that's when the llama fly Can't afford to lose them If I had to pick between hip hop or my family Mother f**er, I'd choose them As far as rap n***as, I break legs and bruise limbs Stomp a n***a face in, in some huge timbs n***as don't invite me to sh**, I had to move in Annihilated Bleek, had to tie a couple loose ends Couple crashed cars, had to lose a few friends Wifey want an Escalade, I just copped a new Benz f** stock, hood n***as ride new rims Dubs too small f** it go on 22 then 22 shrinking now we on 24's Won't be long til 6's sittin' on that Porsche n***as chopping Maybachs, clever, raw But I'mma chop a Chevy, Mad Max the '64 b**hes love it, n***as like that Hip Hop was high school punch, I had to spike that Tell 'Bron and Wade the n***a Mike back If Uncle Otis rubbed you wrong, go get the ice pack Undisputed beef king, who the f** could fight that? You wanna hit the surplus store, then bring a knife back n***as goin' gold, "sh** them is nice plaques" Finally, get your a** in the ring Won't f**ing fight back Everybody wants you to swing, go ahead and strike back Me I'm spitting nothing but flames I'm like a strike match Empire Strikes Back, Jedi Mind Tricks This is how the stars war, why you acting hard for? Me, I'm hardcore, middle of Darfur You don't wanna see what the f** is inside the car door I got something big under the T-shirt On the front it say "Tha Carter IV" I'm about to order more n***a they ain't told you? It's like the Gulf War Put a hole in one of you n***as, no par 4 'Rari on the green, got a V12 Ferrari on the green I be twisting Bob Marley on the green I took 100 thou just to add another Mazerati to the team Should of saw me as a teen, facin' the magazine Any drama, I'm loading up a case of the magazines Not the Source or the XXL know what I mean? Rolling Stone, ain't getting my Vibe So I remain King At least til T.I. home As far as the east, ain't no King n***a B.I. gone Far as bars that four ocho cinco So the next line is for Ocho Cinco Easy on the Clicqot, homie don't drink so I'mma guzzle the bottle and find me a f**ing sink yo Where Otis? Somewhere playing Bingo Star on my face, I'm a star like Ringo Ten bars left, su woo is the lingo All red everything, no visine though Just left Boston, no Benzino Hit something out in New York, Bambino And I coach my team like Pitino He know, we hit King of Diamonds Everybody throwing C-Notes On my way to Sin City, pit stopped in Reno Feeling like Carlito before they casted Pacino Matter fact f** him, De Niro in Casino 500th bar, f** You; Cee Lo