The Game - Red Bottom Boss lyrics

[Verse 1: Game] I'm about to tear this f**in' track out Pretend it's Keri Hilson and blow a f**in' back out 22nd mixtape, half of em diss tapes But f** who I was dissin' because I never made a mistake [?] got what he deserved, Jay, I might have been trippin' I was fallin', I was slippin' He was Jordan, I thought I was Pippen He was winnin', I was losin' He threw a jab, I started bruisin' So I threw in the towel just to separate all confusion Ivy Blue is beautiful, me sayin' that's unusual That's the father in me, don't think I'm tryin' to be cool with you Thug life, Rihanna knuckles, Gucci shirt, designer buckles Louis Vuitton billboard, the n***a's boy just tryin' to hustle Poster boy for them drug dealers I just want you all to love me But I ain't handsome, I ain't trying to bug n***as Y'all the Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all But every now and then, I gotta remind y'all [Verse 2: Game] It's that red bottom boss, n***a Burgundy Bentley truck, f** what it cost n***a That V12 start up like Ross n***a That's why them hoes call me the boss n***a Catch me in the Maybach, where them seats recline way back Remember, I had a Rocky for ya, and I ain't talkin' ASAP You know I got that K strap, chopper with the base hat If you see Tip trillin', King of Diamonds, tell I got like eight stacks Ace of Spades by the crates, b*atch Never lose, like Alexander the Great, b*atch I only win like Bay, I run the city like mayors Don't make me go dig up them old Chuck Taylor's Back when me and Snoop was the only ones throwin' up gang signs Ya n***as wasn't bloods until I cosigned y'all But y'all that Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all And sometimes I gotta remind y'all [Verse 3: Game] Taylor Gang n***a, I ain't Wiz doe I got that yellow brick road inside my ear lobes Playin' ice hockey, feelin' like Gretzky Los Angeles King, and I'm who the whole city cheer for n***as throwin' subliminals, act like I don't hear those I could give y'all 100 bars, but you all know y'all fear those And plus, I'm too attached to my lifestyle f** them Air 1's, I'm too attached to these spikes now Louis Vuitton's, hard as croutons They comfortable like futons They suede, grey poupon The yellow like Luke on The Lakers, he was traded But they should have moved that n***a Marion, Gloria [?] Damn, was that too strong? These n***as gettin' pooped on While I get my Duke on, and crossover like Duhon Luke warm, I'm too hot, you're too cold I'm 2Pac, you're too old for hip hop Stop. Recognize...