The Game - Bad Intentions (Purp & Patron) lyrics

[The Game] Bad intentions n***a f**ing with the wrong one Call Dre tell that n***a I'm on one Aftermath n***a, we blaze cuban cigars And drive foreign cars, n***a we stars f** b**hes at our leisure Stuff dick inside they throat 'til they have seizures Hoes down, B's up Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson, Get high Start trippin, I like his j**elry, then I'm robbin' son f** a platinum plaque n***a hood with it Bouncin that Impala down the shore like what's good with it? I'm a made man, I wear J's and I been around more rocks than a f**in' cave man I done sold it and bagged it I done drove it and crashed it f**ed my credit up smashin the Ahton FYI n***a I got a magnum Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher I'm a mother f**in' butcher Leave me around anything white and I'm a cook it I be all up in the kitchin No need for an apron, playboy I'm a professional, I'm cakin playboy The last real D-boy up in this rap sh** Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call them sh**s raz cash Rasclart you f**in with the bomb squad Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned god Church, Higher power Impala sittin' clean like it took 5 showers n***a I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt me Your chest'll be full and my clip will be empty I'm simply one of the most raw n***as in this sh** Why you think that I got in this sh**? Paid for my momma house, bout 700k Can't stop smokin but I'm down to a blunt a day Yay, I mean yayo On the block sun up sun down like where the day go? We come through chargin n***a like San Diego Seventeen chargers, couple of em same color but the sh** is ok though Cause all my n***as on the payroll get caught slippin, get a halo And I ain't talking bout the x-box n***as let the tech knock Welcome to the real life, black ops Where it's still f** the police, white and black cop And we ain't k**in Jonny, no n***a give em an a** shot Put him on injured reserve Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word That's how I get down, all you rap n***as floppin Who talkin sh** now? only Drake and Yay worth coppin I take a hiatus, spend a little time gamblin in Vegas Come back to back runnin faster than five Lakers So mother f** a hater and his family About to finish the R.E.D. album up in Miami Lebron can't stand me, cause I got this purp in my cup 24s on the truck, Laker Game, n***a, WHAT? Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang See the chrome boy? and my mother f**in home boys But I'm from Cali not to be confused with Khaled He say that we the best but I'm the best that's valid And before you try to say that that's a diss I was up at Khaled's house two days ago b**h Sippin Long Island ice tea with a white b**h That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey The wife be at home with the kid's Look at them and see how a motherf**er live 24 cars, 5 and a half cribs, I was spending money like goin broke was the sh** .. sh**