The Game - Mr. Potatohead lyrics

I Made You! Yes I Made You! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! I Made You! I Made You! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! Theres no batteries in my back I show you n***as how I move (Move Echo) 50 ain't gangsta Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta Yayo ain't gangsta Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta Look at what you n***as made Ain't that a b**h Created a monster Kicked me outta G-Unit Put me in converse Matter of fact give me a dick Just like Olivia so you can s** my sh** Gimme a pen So I can be the hardest in the click Wind me up n***a then gimme some lips So I can talk about ya f*ggot n***as ain't no thugs While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood I need a get away car you can put it on dubs Make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub And a Banks album cuz thats where I got my buds Gimme muscles like 50 Gimme Yayo hands Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e fans Gimme some gla**es so I can watch Mason dance Who movin? You singing? n***a gimme ya fans Gimme a tattoo tear Gimme some ears so I can hear police talkin when you disappear I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you Yes, I Made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you! I Made you I Made You! Mr. Potato Head I Made you! (You Echo) Theres no batteries in my back I show you n***as how I move Yayo: And I'd like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta! Rolling through Connecticut In a stolen mini-van Stop at his house I dont see many men Matter of fact I dont see any men One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan Officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans? Makin me 5 times platinum wasn't part of his plan Same sh** same snitch You know how it goes I smell a rat even if you take off my nose And I bet every quarter in your piggy bank Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked Next time when the lights go out I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out Don't gamble with ya life when my dice roll out I made you I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr Potato Head I Made you! Yes I Made you Mr Potato Head I Made you! I Made you! I Made You! Mr Potato Head I Made you! Theres no batteries in my back I show you Ñiggas how I move (Move Echo) 50 ain't gangsta Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta Yayo ain't gangsta Young Buck you know you ain't gangsta (Phat Rat talks) G-G-G-G-G.... NOT! You b**h a** n***as Check this out man I'm not gonna be playing these mother f**ing games Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian n***a This sh** is R-E-A-L n***a! Real n***a Black wall street Wait wait Like I told you last time It's THE black wall street you b**h a** n***a And Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER! You punk mother f**er I'm still taking heat from my n***as For looking at your mother f**in' a** n***a You somebodys son You b**h a** Ñigga I'mma catch up to your a** n***a Muscle mouth a** b**h Thats alright though n***a G-U-Not n***a This is black wall street n***a Tell me where you at Thats all we need to know n***a Cus this is real n***a This is the streets n***a Brazil & Wilmington n***a In case you didn't know n***a Thats right in the heart of COMPTON You b**h a** n***a And Olivia Get that mother f**ing lil' a** red Mother f**ing shorts off your mother f**ing a** on that video Everybody can you see your balls b**h ' The f** is wrong with you My Ñiggas know I tried to holla at your b**h a** n***a Ima f** you up n***a It's your fault 50 Snitch This is Phat Rat n***a In case you forgot n***a Double! Mr. Potatohead I Made You! I k** who is my enemy I don't give a f** If you talk sh** I make you a follower yeah You crack me up kid Your stupid I'm much more agile then ever Got more style so yo whatever Whatever Whatever (Echoes)