The Game - Slangin' Rocks lyrics

[Intro:] Ay yo, 1 time for your motherf**in' mind Y'all n***as waitin on me?! Hahaaaa Yea, yea, yea…2010 windows on this red Ferrari [Verse 1:] Hand on my nuts n***a (ohhh sh**) Solo cause my n***as all locked up in the pen Here we go again, 2010, 28” rims Slammed them hardcore like Lil' Kim Get money, then me and my entourage is in So tell ya friend to tell her girlfriend I'm in the Benz This is a Dope Boyz car, bought it with coke cash & prior this gat, it came with 4 stashes Get money, f** b**hes, this is my life She blowin' today, in 5 years this is your wife & you can't handle that, gimme that ace of spades n***a This is a bottle Jack, bring it back to VIP & swallow that Holler back, used to sell crack where the college at When I got low, I re-up where they shoot them hollows at Same hood, same guns, same tee, same one's Who said ‘cause I'm saggin' in these jeans that I can't run? [Hook:] Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Here comes the crooked a** cops, crooked, crooked a** cops Aww, straight slangin' rocks Aww, here comes the crooked a** cops Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Here comes the crooked a** cops, crooked, crooked a** cops Aww, straight slangin' rocks Aww, here comes the crooked a** cops [Verse 2:] I could talk about my cars, but f** what's in my garage I'd rather have a mánage with you & Nicki Minaj (Aww) This is a threesome Getting me some, D.R.E. some, Skateboard B some Starmap n***a, I'm back with a vengeance Call that happy feet but I don't f** with the penguins In my hood that's a no-no, court date: no-show Got a warrant out but that's just R.E.D. Album promo Tell ‘em like Will, tell ‘em n***a come & get meee Blowin sticky green & I can feel it in my kidney Chillin in the wind & ain't got no common sense The way that I'm jumpin & swervin inside this Bentley I am simply a natural born k**er n***a tempt me, leave this f**in' choppa all empty Yea I did it, that's purple haze lemme hit it Hide the smoke under my BBC fitted & I'm [Hook:] [Verse 3:] I be chillin' by the (?) now, right by the mill shop They want Game locked up ‘cause that'll make the jail hot Call my n***a Pharrell cause that'll make my bail pop California love, I hold it down well Pac Much love to Brooklyn, got these haters shell-shocked Roll my L's in Harlem, cause that was Big L's spot & its summertime, here go my Hummer line H3, Dre beats beatin like the drummer line Rollin' with my n***as, peace to my b**hes Lets have a pool party & go swimmin' in my riches Patent lime, Belvedere, Cerock & Deziak BB in there with Diddy like “n***a where the breezys at?” So I can beat ‘em, yea Chris Breezy that Right behind the Starmap logo is where you see me at Gimme some, I went from pyrex pots to yachts Jay, we got something in common: IT'S THE ROC(K)! [Hook:]