The Game - Pest Control lyrics

[Clip from Belly] [Verse 1] All rats gotta die though In New York, Quad studios gettin’ high tho Off that sour diesel and that hydro This n***a take an L every time he go viral Welcome to the West, and this ain’t The Life of Pablo Stay on that bullsh** it’s gon’ start to feel like Chicago Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow Still chasin’ dreams, I made “Dreams” in ’05 though Ridin’ ’round, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe And when we touch down everybody catchin’ spirals Dressed in all black like the Panthers We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain’t the answer [Interlude: Kanye West + Game] You ain’t got the answers, man! You ain’t got the answers! (Kanye…) You ain’t got the answers! You ain’t got the answers, Sway! I’ve been doin’ this more than you! n***as ain’t got the answers for me, you shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab [Verse 2] Yeah, take Beans back to rehab On Instagram lookin’ like a mothaf**in’ bean bag Flyin’ through Philly on them Wocky sticks Punk a** n***a, I’ll beat you with a hockey stick The n***a Hov gave you the game, you ain’t soak it You was s’posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it Talkin’ you gon’ be in L.A. in three hours It’s a 5 hour flight, put this bum in the shower p**y, I’m not a rookie, ocky, don’t push me Strapped, Ninja Turtles, n***a’s runnin’ with a rat Now Tak tell ’em how you coppin’ pleas on the jack f** runnin’ in the game, you gon’ be runnin’ into Wack You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don’t scrap It was time to go at Drizzy and now you don’t rap Ask your b**h, she know I beez in the trap You gotta move out of L.A., I’ll put them Bs on your back And Barbie keep her thumb in your bu*t That Ken doll love gettin’ f**ed Hide behind your n***as, you ain’t got the guts Ridin’ dirt bikes with your a** on some nuts Now you can pop a wheelie to that I went from BMore to New York to Philly and back It’s a lot of cheese at stake, this n***a really a rat I f** with Philly but this n***a make y’all city look whack And that’s on Piru, yeah I put the P on that hat You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that Now tell the world how you got your b**h You FaceTime Nicki while Safaree was f**in’ a chick You ain’t sh** but a rat to me, a snake that don’t rattle me Lil homie won’t scrap with me, time to body his faculty I’m in traffic, B, bumpin’ this old Ca**idy Meesha’s another casualty, f**in’ with me’s a tragedy The louder your scream, the wacker the verse I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse They say the meek shall inherit the earth So I went and dug your a** up ’cause Drizzy buried you first And why you tryna pick on Wale? You told me that you don’t f** with Rozay And YG can’t give you a pa** I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your a** And don’t try to whine to the Grapes You not the Rams, don’t come back to L.A I f** around and catch an Uber to Slay I’m a drama king, and a street sweeper with a K n***a this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop 15 years, 30 mil’, n***a, who flopped? One good song, but you ain’t got a cla**ic yet Bought your first album, ain’t took it out the plastic yet Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince Sean Kingston got robbed and now you n***as best friends Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin’ a** n***a You ain’t got no pa**, n***a, I’ma beat your a**, n***a Jelly bean smugglin’ f** a** n***a I’ll get some clippers and cut your mama’s mustache, n***a f** your sister while you watch ’cause she’s kinda thick And make that b**h take a knee like Colin Kaepernick Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse You gon’ f** around, get tied up inside Meeky house I got esés on Beaumont, posted like Cousins Waiting for the word to pump it up like Joe Buddens Thou shall not f** with Chuck, pawns are stuck Fold you up in boxes, Armani tux Louie sweats, armor tucked, night night Use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk Get at me, you n***as gon’ see me in gloves Or see me in clubs with “Summer Sixteen” in the snub Lying on the Internet like you ain’t talking to twelve Got the cops at my door like they dropping off mail I seen that fake paperwork on XXL Rat n***as chew through walls and leave you in cells Before you see me in jail, you will see me in hell You went and got the whole Philly, it’s just me by myself I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back And have Dr. Dre screaming “Meek Mill is a rat” It’s a wrap, red khakis, red Cininatti I’ma see you in the streets, don’t at me You like a boat with a hole you can’t sail Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs (Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu) When these rats start snitching break’em off (Ooouuu, Ooouuu) When these rats start snitching break’em off [Omelly] p**y n***a (Mumbles) I got on gold headphones, gold chain, gold on my wrist, aim (Mumbles) If you ain’t getting money, boy you lame [Clip from movie Paid In Full] You rat ba*tard