The Game - Gangsta sh** lyrics

Vida, the multi-million dollar diva The Game's changed, The Game's done caught that amnesia How your fingers gonna get next to this? You damn near? sending me all your text messages Monday you're blowing me up, Tuesday's the same Wednesday's male strip night so I don't hear from Game He outplayed I done saved a couple of your messages Don't know why you texting me cos women ain't your preference But anyway, any rate, Vida's never on your team You need to go back to Kanye and find another "Dream" Find another video hoe, another fiend Cos the only way you'll find me is if you find another... b**h shut the f** up! Get the f** outta here! 1 (Game): Quick for d**h though Get p**y like a lesbo Ben Frank the king get green like the gecko Four-finger ring, '87 gold chain All black Air Ones, tape em like Daddy Kane Smooth criminal b**hes love the way I flow The way I puff Cuban cigars and sip Don slow V.I.P. lick it up, it's real go get a cup Champagne like cum in her mouth, the way she spit it out The black Hugh Hef sold crack, blast a few TECs f** em all doggy style now who's next? Reign terror pull they pony tail f** em in the mirror Piss in they mouth like Vida Guerra Reign terror pull they pony tail f** em in the mirror Piss in they mouth like Vida Guerra Used to f** nasty b**hes Moved up to cla**y b**hes Peep the way I went from rags to riches It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh** they love it Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh** they love it I never once dreamed about a hood rat Only dream about b**hes with good cap Beyoncé, Ashanti! Get money like Andre Which one? Pick one 3, 000 or the sick drum, slick tongue For these foul n***as outta bounds with they lyrics Put em to d**h with mine I murk em by the minute This beef sh** I seize quick My clip crowded like the Freaknik Bout Dat, Bout Dat, that Master P sh** Tell em haters to eat dick and die slow While we live it up, ride low and bust with the 5-0 Pop Cristal with foreign b**hes p**y official Me and head game got more to dish out Told B.I.G. piss they a**, they do too They know we f** all night like we say we do I used to f** ashy b**hes Moved up to cla**y b**hes Peep how I went from rags to riches It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh** they love it Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh** they love it I been around the world and nya-ya-ya I can't find a b**h that pop sh** and don't ride dicks like Heather Hunter I'm talking whoever wanna Get they brains f**ed out by Mrs. seven summers Never hand chump s** But I know b**hes that write p**y off like bump checks And model Funk Flex b**h cheated, I wouldn't give her what she needed Wouldn't eat it or beat it Two-fingered the b**h Vida like a virgin Two finger split had her swerving Like me in the Rolls Royce, lick it up behind curtains I keep b**hes screaming and squirting Never heard em but the p**y get murder Feel like they been bit by a serpent I never f**ed a b**h that would turn me down Just like never f**ed a b**h that would burn me, wow I used to f** nasty b**hes Now I f** cla**y b**hes Peep how I went from rags to riches It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh** they love it Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta sh** they love it