The Game - Breakin' rules lyrics

Breakin Rules (Feat Busta Rhymes) [Busta Rhymes - Chorus] Now put your hands up Baby I wanna see you move If you wanna get it poppin than show me just how you do You can either give me head or f** my whole crew If you into breaking rules than listen to what you do [The Game] So put your hands up n***a I wanna see your j**els If you never met a gangsta I show you just how we do If you blink or move you on the 9 o clock news I'm riding with flipmode You ain't f**ing with my crew [Busta Rhymes - Verse 1] Being that gangsta n***a game tied Combine a great mind with Dr Dre outside the club You form a great line You not a thug you ain't even in the club n***a Roll up in the spot with a bunch of ceder block blood n***as Scud missiles launch, holla like a bud n***a Don't stop, make the b**hes follow (?) While you ponder on my moves sh** is kinda strange flipmode aftermath bank account number change Since day 1 n***a east coast stompin Game told me come through take a lil trip to Compton The way they live around here the sh** is evident They do how like we buy weed down on (?) on President (Westside) Same hood sh** homes You know we do it proper At the Vibe award my Ratchet woulda really repped the Doctor n***a Look close you see the damage I'm bringing Aftermath n***a thats the band Im swinging [Chorus] [The Game] You think you got a n***a shook right What you look like In the club only Yankee fitted with a red light Look left look right n***a we don't tuck ice Me and Busta Rhymes shine like Diesel truck lights Styling with my chucks on Gold chain plus stones On the stores track I run the city like Puff Combs And ever since they put Buss on We be dropping gangsta sh** while my competition making love songs I got no problem watching Snoop getting his cuz on Thank Jimmy Iovine for letting me put the buzz on it They say I'm borderline disrespectful I tell em s** my dick long as my wrist and neck glow I put chicks on xo then show em the breast stroke Hurricane game I splash and let her legs go Far as my checks go got cribs in escrow In three years flat Im crowned king of the west coast [Chorus] [The Game] Im bout the only rapper that ain't been jacked How was that? cuz I pack that mack Don't make me clap cuz I going off yack On a Scott Storch track So sniff these lines while I chop that crack You can sip that surp while we flip these birds B stars flipmode thats what you heard coming out that trunk I pump that base with a red bandana tied around my face And a Louie V belt wrapped around my waist Im so ridiculous, ignorant thats just how I was raised Inconsiderate, belligerent and n***as would say I ain't finish another album without f-ckin with Dre He can't finish Detox without f-ckin with me Cus I'm young and I'm sick and I'm CPT And I'm dumb and I'm rich n***as can't see me With red beams on the S-C-O-P-E [Chorus] [Singing] B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode