The Game - They Don't Want None lyrics

Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, popping like f**le tags Rappin' in Belize, Louis Vuitton duffle bags Guess who home, my n***a Shyne Straight out the brick house to a brick house Money flowin' like it's Chris Dale Shine on it swiss styles, I'm hood as Kid Styles My Clair Bomber jacket perfect for the pit stop, it is now You boys don't want none, release on the blood Glock They here by, they go numb Goin' plan no. 1 with the gang no. 2 Start track no. 3 back to ypee MV (Gots the chill) While I stack a mill to the ceiling Ten gangstas outside, meeting gangstas in the building One n***a can't stop this motherf**in' k**in' Hell on earth of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my children Cowboys and Indians, motherf** the pilgrims Infiltrate my squad near every cat buildin' (They don't want none) Don't make a n***a pull Glocks in the shots Spin that black ghost around the block (They don't need none) We got pills for days Give a b**h chills and thrills for days Know I mean? (Let 'em have some) Ace of Spades by the fountains Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains (In a week I'm) We bringin' the f** Yo B, let 'em know Money Gang uh Fish out the cooker, bein' busy for the p**y In the kitchen with the cook of blood yea, then you rough us You f**in' hookers, y'all a bunch of Ashton Kutcher's With the finger tag backs, you ain't jackin' that Yo Game, I'm laughin' at these cop who turned shote us Imagine that, you're mad a f**in' life happen at You's the only one there, I swear Stuck the blood clut cryin' I'm in Belize with Game when these shots fired in this silence Y'all motherf**az singin' I've see the paperwork, you a f**in' pigeon, no kisses Count clood to the ceilin' George Jackson sh**, Vic, Vag, Vellin Hopin' every cell they creepin' County f**in' with me, I'm the best livin' (They don't want none) Don't make a n***a pull Glocks in the shots Spin that black ghost around the block (They don't need none) We got pills for days Give a b**h chills and thrills for days Know I mean? (Let 'em have some) Ace of Spades by the fountains Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains (In a week I'm) We bringin' the f** Yo B, let 'em know Money Gang uh Check it, what the blood clot? n***a blood got Ferrari's and Lambo's parked outside the drug spot Survived five shots, you know that When b**h n***as died, they cried Cause they had to pay for that Payers took it, where the blow at? I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I'm 'bout to blow that They don't make real n***as where you from Sick 45, I'm 'bout to finger f** the trigga till them hollows come Talk sh**? Swallow one You f**in' move me I disrespect n***as like in old Italian movies I'm sayin', I live, you ready I come in the restaurant with my shirt off and spit in your f**in' spaghetti sauce Boss, my pocket's fatter than my n***a Ross Wipe this milkatrone off my mouth with my Louis glove Understand? I'm a California felon Bust your cerebellum, skateboard go and tell 'em (They don't want none) Don't make a n***a pull Glocks in the shots Spin that black ghost around the block (They don't need none) We got pills for days Give a b**h chills and thrills for days Know I mean? (Let 'em have some) Ace of Spades by the fountains Cush by the ounces, mill on the mountains (In a week I'm) We bringin' the f** Yo B, let 'em know Money Gang