The Game - Cats And Dogs lyrics

[Intro] Welcome to the Republic, of Cali-i-for-nia While you're here, you can get updates And snap a picture with us on Instagram At DJ Skee - I can't say his name! Y'all ain't gon' get me in trouble, hehe Facebook, Twitter, @TheGame @DJSkee, follow us! As we lead you with this [Chorus: Kobe] Not what you feared then b**h You gon' learn to shut yo' mouth Cause we gon' eat now, now Now, now f** yo' feelings b**h Just gon' huff yo' acid here And roll this sh** 'round Hold this sh** down Come move them thangs for me babyyyyy Across town, town And make sure they touch down Eeee, ahhh, just make it in town Then make sure they touch down Touch down [The Game] Uh-huh; I need a gangster b**h n***a I ain't lyin I'm talkin when I f** she scream, you hear sirens No domestic violence (violence) Just domestic dominance So let me ice you out so when you slidin down the pole Doin your Magic City thing yo' neck and wrist glow I'm dreamin, she ain't a stripper, she a cla**y girl Gon' off that Patron, she my nasty girl First name Rachal, last name Jones You related to Nas? Girl, Queens my second home You know you, (Prince Akeem) come with a (Semi) we can tear it up Weekend in Cannes, then we (Coming to America) Wear them Jimmy Chus but she love that Gucci Never been to A-T-L but she love that (Gucci) (brrr!) She taught me how to cook Cajun, I taught her how to cook crack And I chopped it on her back, now tell me where they do that? [Chorus] [The Game] I put her on a Greyhound, she know she better stay down Ride or die like my Bentley man this b**h'll never break down She my "Bust It Baby," you should see her bust a trey pound Love Roc-A-Fella so much she won't even call me Jay now She roll my weed man, like she my wingman Then we get high, play Tiger Woods on that weed damn Love is four season, haters 365 In the game cats and dogs, keep your b**h by your side Got a hardtop Lambo' when the rain start to pour Not the rain outside, talkin the rain indoors Her girlfriend told her, that I was creepin with a stripper Told her I was courtside, watchin the whack a** Clippers b**h please! I'm a Laker fan, and Kobe that's my n***a Keep my gra** cut so I can see when the snake slither sh** came out of nowhere like Khloe and Lamar Kinda got a n***a thinkin maybe I'm [Chorus] [The Game] I let her drive the Range on our first date She the first one to put me on that Drake mixtape "I just wanna be successful baby" Take you out them Hudson Jeans and redress you baby We can walk down Rodeo, turn around, you on Melrose Fly to New York in the winter and try on some Timbos Or we can hit South Beach, f** with Ross and Timbo The world is cherry pie and we can (Slice) it up like (Kimbo) You cook the rock, I break it down, I wrap it up, you weigh them pounds I make the car, you start the car, we can drive it out of town I'm your n***a right? And you my b**h (yeah) Even if they lock me up, she gon' get them brakes there When we get tired, we hit the truck stop and sit there And zip my 501's and, she gon' put her lips there The memoirs of a perfect b**h You gotta hold them down even if it's [Chorus]