The Game - I'm So Wavy lyrics

n***as pop tags, I pop the four-five n***as got swag, I got the Tek-9 n***as got cash better run it Only dubs and hundreds, I don't do fifties, n***a And I don't do 50-year-old Jiggas Off that boss black Lamborghini, interior soft crack Louis V golf hat, feelin' like a Tiger I made something out of nothin' like MacGyver Started from an eighth, flipped it to a key I got ‘em like ay, trappin' like Gucci Plus I get more green than bleu cheese And I keep a red bandana in my blue jeans So, n***a calm your nerves, with all that absurd Far from the curb bullsh** slash spoken word You nerd I'm from the same city as Venus and Serena So don't get served I'm so wavy, I don't need no yacht Ain't no Big Pimpin' on my block But I'm an underground king, peace to Pimp C, yeah Catch me ridin' through the hood, 20-10 Bentley You got cheese and I k** rats Translation: I still trap now do something with that Or respond to this and with them big-a** lips You got my name in your mouth I hope it tastes like this—Ahh No h*mo, one more time—Ahh that's your promo And I been hard to the core since I went solo Only man on my horse like my all-black Polo And where I'm 'bout to go is usually a no-no But I'm loco, got the camel in a chokehold Tryna son me, I'm not from NYC You can't even have a child by your Destiny And I ain't mean to take a shot at B I blacked out like you did Free ‘Cause I'm so wavy Too hardcore to be a Jay-Z Rock more red than Weezy Baby Please say the Baby Been around for years, so b**h, don't Drake me And this is not a diss ‘Cause I was just out in LA with Drake, b**h And no disrespect to G and Hip-Hop But n***a I'm a G and I'm doing this for hip-hop And that's ‘Ye's brother, and ‘Ye my n***a so I'mma give him some advice: Get rid of Amber Rose! I'mma tell you how she get down I was at Dig's afterparty, sippin' Cris She was whisperin' to Chris Brown I seen Chris turn his head like “No!” Then Gold Digger came on, I pointed like, “Hoe!” But this ain't 'bout her, this about Hov I'mma chop down the Roc and take it to the stove I apologize to B, 'cause this about Hov I'ma chop down the Roc and take it to the stove “D.O.A.?” No! T-Pain stays, old n***a goes I'm so wavy too hardcore to be a Jay-Z All up in your ear like Drake beats So the n***a that cut ‘Ye couldn't fade me You took a shot and the sh** grazed me I wet up your block just like the Navy Put a label on the sh** and write “Play Me” DJs go in, DJs go in Cause I'm so.. Funk Flex, you my n***a. Clue, what up? DJ Enuff. I know y'all can't play this sh**. It's too wavy. And Jay your boy, it's all good though, y'all still my n***as. DJ Drama, Kay Slay, lock in. I mean, this sh** so hot DJ Whoooooo Kid might spin this sh** at 50's birthday party. DJ Skee! Khaled know we the best! Yo, Don Cannon, Cannon! I know y'all n***as locked in DJ Chris Styles! Young Legend, Nu Jerzey Devil. DJ Felli Fel! Ed Deluxe, D Man, ride this sh** straight through Big Boy Neighborhood! Kid Capri, tell Hovi Hov leave that young n***a alone! I mean, DJ Red Alert, what up OG? RED Album comin' soon I see you downloadin' my swag, camelface. Blueprint 3 gon' sell more cigarettes than it do records, n***a. Now I know why the taxes went up on tobacco, motherf**er Heard 'bout your little fight backstage with Kanye, too. I got a million dollars say Kanye knocked that n***a the f** out. Just tryna make good music, is all he tryna do. sh**, ‘choo f**in' with ‘Ye for? “D.O.A.” n***a? Please. I love 808s and Heartbreaks, n***a Love Lockdown my sh** And tell the world why Chris Brown wasn't at the BET Awards? This n***a told BET if they let Chris Breezy, him and Beyonce stayin' at home, ol' bitter a** n***a n***a, Dame, man, that's your man. You and Dame was mans and ‘em. You and Dame used to be tighter than giraffe p**y and sh**. You know your man having financial problems and sh**. You number one on the Forbes list, n***a, you make 35 million and sh**. Give a n***a a milli or sum'. I'd give it to him myself, but sh**, I was only #13, n***a, on the list, way down there with Jeezy and sh**, earned 7 million this year so far. But I'm on tour, n***a, Lamborghini Tour, live from Switzerland, I gets it in. sh**, I could use 28 more million. But I wouldn't trade spots with you on the motheruckin' Forbes list for that nose and them lips, n***a. My n***a Jay And last but not least, peace to M.I.A., cause the Roc about to be MIA No one on the corner got a swagger like you, 'cause no one on the f**in' corner is 42