Game is embarking on a 24 city tour across the red, white, and blue nation in support of The R.E.D. Album. The tour kicks off later this month is San Diego. A worldwide tour is also coming soon.
Game ‘The R.E.D. Album’ Tour Dates
October 10, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Game ft. Drake “Good Girls Gone Bad” Music & Lyrics
August 16, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Game ft. Drake “Good Girls Gone Bad” Music & Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Game]
Since BIG aint here, I’mma do it for T’yanna
And put roses on the grave for Kanye’s mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
All the girls that hold it down, gettin’ beat on by their man
Respect women, I don’t care if they a 2 or a 10
We don’t beat on Kat Stacks we just bring it to an end
And we don’t wanna see Nicki fighting Lil Kim
There’s missin’ women out there, let’s just focus on them
This song is dedicated to Natalee Holloway
I feel for her Daddy, so I wrote this on Fathers Day
I know she gone, but she aint far away
I just had a daughter, pass me that cigar ‘Ye
I’m about to tell a story, everybody parlay
Sit back, listen while I kick it, the Compton Boulevard way
My daddy used to beat up on my mama all day
So I took my chronic out and slept in the hallway
I learned this the hard way
When police came our way, my daddy had his act on
Like it never happened: (Broadway)
Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real with you
Now my mama good, nigga, she ain’t gotta deal wit’ ya
You want some money? Nigga I aint get a deal wit’ ya
You aint sayin’ nothin’, you like a still picture
You better thank God you still breathing air cause
You coulda went out, like ya boy Steve McNair
[Hook]
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no (I, wont)
If you dont, you gon’ really love us (I said I wont)
Please don’t use us, dooon’t
[Drake]
Good evening, I’m in Chicago at the Elysian
With some girls that say they models, but hmm… I don’t believe ‘em
Who’s still gettin’ tested?
Wheres all the women at, could still remember who they slept with?
Where’s all the girls too busy studying to make the guest list?
But when you do go out, you still working with what you was blessed with
Do it girl, I’ll be your King, be a Queen Latifah
I love ya ass like Milhouse love Lisa
I love ya ass like the ninja turtles love pizza
Ironically enough, you something I want a piece of
You got it girl, this song remind me of Kat from Philly
A girl I used to love but still she started acting silly
Her hearts a lil’ chilly, she a little too carefree
In 10 years, who’s paying for all that therapy
Umm, nigga not me!
Yeah, I’m probably not the man you take me for
But I bet I could be if you make me yours
Most of the shit I say is true
When I’m done with bad bitches I’m coming straight to you
Good girl
[Hook]
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
If you dont, you gon’ really love us
Please don’t use us, dooon’t
[Game - Verse 3]
Drizzy, I’m sittin here watchin’ Basketball Wives
Like ugh, them is basketball wives?
Only cute one, Gloria, thats my nigga Matt Barnes chick
Can’t swim in that pool fool, thats a crucial conflict
Never sleep with the wife of niggas you eat with
And never buy a chick a bag on the first day
Or pop a bottle with her on her birthday
And tell her ass, get on
That type of shit’ll get you spit on
I don’t hit on girls, I just hit on girls
Like “hey lil mama, come in Game and Drizzy world”
“Get busy girl, drink that Rose til you dizzy girl”
She walking round the club all lost like “where is he, girl?”
He on the top of the charts next to Beyonce
Right under Kanye, so let the Dom spray
Thats your girl, nigga go on make her cry
Soon as you do, I’m pulling up in that Porsche, like “Lets ride”
[Hook]
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
If you dont make the good girls go bad, no
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
If you dont, you gon’ really love us
Please don’t use us, dooon’t
[Game - Outro]
Word on the news stand, Alicia got herself a man
And thats my nigga Swizzy, know you see Game and Drizzy
Surrounded by them diamonds, Imma cold mackin
Nigga its a cold climate, don’t ask me where the crime went
Just tell me where them dimes went
So I can get em fitted, let em beat a bridesmaid at the wedding for my niggas
Yeah I’m married to the game
And she married to my chain, watching Boys In The Hood
Lets take a drive down memory lane.
Game “The R.E.D.” Album Tracklist
August 9, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Game releases his R.E.D album on August 23rd. It features Tyler The Creator and Lil Wayne on the same track as well as Dr Dre, Snoop Dogg, Young Jeezy, Wale and more.
Dr Dre is featured on the intro, outro and a couple skits.
Game – The RED Album Tracklist
1. Dr. Dre Intro
2. The City (Feat. Kendrick Lamar)
3. Drug Test (Feat. Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg & Sly)
4. Martians Vs Goblins (Feat. Tyler, The Creator & Lil Wayne)
5. Red Nation (Feat. Lil Wayne)
6. Dr. Dre 1
7. Good Girls Go Bad (Feat. Drake)
8. Ricky
9. The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
10. Heavy Artillery (Feat. Rick Ross & Beanie Sigel)
11. Paramedics (Feat. Young Jeezy)
12. Speakers On Blast (Feat. E-40 & Big Boi)
13. Hello (Feat. Lloyd)
14. All The Way Gone (Feat. Mario & Wale)
15. Pot Of Gold (Feat. Chris Brown)
16. Dr. Dre 2
17. All I Know (Feat. Lu Breeze)
18. Born In The Trap
19. Mama Knows (Feat. Nelly Furtado)
20. California Dream
21. Dr. Dre Outro
Game ft. B.o.B & Wiz Khalifa “Standing On A Corner” Music & Lyrics
August 2, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Game ft. B.o.B & Wiz Khalifa “Standing On A Corner” Music & Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Game - Verse 1]
Big blunts in the air, I dont even care
Spilling Ace of Spades on my all white airs
Stuntin in my J’s
I got every pair, they put out since ’85
Cus a n–ga bout his gear
Hoes all up in my ear, cus im stylin’
Try to go bottle for bottle with us,
Can’t do it, money we runnin through us
So competition throw the towel in
We over here, with fireworks up in the air
Bitches with good hair, cus you know we about to spark
Bobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to park
The party bout to start, jewelry glowing in the dark
We got all the bitches wet, Skylar Diggins from the ?
and you know your boy is sharp, cus she in my bed
I tell her take her clothes off, and open her legs
Keep them Louboutins on when she giving head
Cus you already know my favorite colour RED!
Im gettin bread while im
[Game Chorus]
Standing on the corner
Watching my logo
I got my dime in the crib, iron in my Polo
Soon as your boy hit the streets, you know that I’m clean
So fresh and so clean, Outcast know what I mean
I throw that Andre 3000, one in the changer
And I dont ride through the hood, with out one in the chamber
You know i used to broke but… now n–ga im getting it
[B.o.B - Verse 2]
As I roll up up, I sit back and laugh in amazement
As how this all started in bottom of a basement
Back when i got started, n–ga saying “your shit is basic”
Now when you mention me, you must say Grammy nominated
All these haters drunk of hate, they basically wasted
Call a cab for these n–gas, cus they aint gon make it
Can somebody please tell me just where Bobby Ray is
Well he’s prolly faded, prolly in a spaceship
Prolly outside of his mind, cus you know he crazy
But I kind of dig his style, its pretty contagious
Man them… prolly doing him all kind of favors
I mean, it’s gotta be absolutely outrageous
Well, I couldn’t tell you what it is
More people tell me that they down, the bigger that I get
But I just keep doing my thang, cruise control in my own lane
And let these suckas complain
[B.o.B - Chorus 2]
Im standing on the corner, watching the world go
I got my dime in the crib, holding up their dolo
Soon as your boy hit the stage you know the screaming
Its that pandemonium, if you know what i mean
I throw that Eastside up, Compton to Decatur
And on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3]
I used to be letting on, now the n–gas listening
Big money talk, big joint to spark
These Jordans on my feet, that’s hoe big money walk
Shawty give me head, like she don’t need body parts
Running my city like the King of New York
Poppin’ champagne, hit him with the cork
Eating so good, n–ga need a fork
And i ball hard, n–ga need a court
The way lil mama give me brain, i swear she must have been a dork
Durrrrrr, you know me i keep one rolled up
Smoking with my bitch from overseas, where my Porsche from
And these hating n–gas get no love
I be rolling weed, getting rich, f-cking they bitch
Letting you spend all of your m, sending her on trips
I meet her there, you know, ‘cus you smell the weed in her hair
You worried bout me keeping it player, instead you failed
Treated her fair, don’t need to look, she in the air
[Wiz - Chorus 3]
Standing on the corner, talking that shit
You ain’t really saying nothing, just hating of him
Every time i’m in my car i’m smoking that green
Even though this real life, its like a movie scene
I ain’t in the club …
It don’t matter where I go, I’m throwing my gang up
Nobody used to know me but but
Now a n-gga famous, now a n–ga famous
The Game ft. Lil Wayne & Baby “Can You Believe It” Official Lyrics
August 2, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Lyrics:
[Hook]
Can you believe it?
Can you believe it?
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
Can you believe it? (Belee dat)
[Verse 1: The Game]
Young Stunna, young Stunna
The way that paint drippin it’s gon’ be a bloody summer
22 inches, all-red everything
That’s Soo Woo business, holla at ya 5
4, 3, 2, 1, bitch in the coppet
And my knot’s sick, I’m ill
I got a milli in my maze
Red Cardinal fitted, bitches feel me in the Louie, yeah
Red rubies in my watch and my chain
Catch me in Wade County, I’m the king like James
Headed to the Game, Red Challenger today
Throwin’ up red flags like I’m challenging the play
Tune, this shit retarded, I need a red helmet
And I’m all about my cake: red velvet
You can’t help it, gotta see what I got
It’s like Ripley’s: Believe it or Not, you tell me
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I’m a Beast, believe that
Stop playing, I go hard, I go He-Man
Young Tune, break em off like a tree branch
Play with me, you in hot water: tea bag
All-black Maybach, call it decaff
And I just ordered your girlfriend some kneepads
Can you believe the unbelievable?
Bitch, I’m higher than Venus, Serena too
Yeah, Game, holla at ya: Soo Woo
Young Money bitch, we cold like two scoops
Life’s a bitch and mine a diva
Point the biggest skeptic out I make ‘em a believer
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Baby]
Yeah, belee dat, a hundred on a marble floor
And everyday we on the grind tryna flip some more
Ya understand, acres on that new land
Suicide doors nigga, on that new Lamb’
P-p-p-ssy poppin’ bullshit
Bullshit aint shit nigga we the shit
We the business, Louie on every trip
Holiday everyday on the YM ship
Cause everyday my sun shine
Candy paint on the Harley making headlines
Belee dat
We good with this cake homie
Belee dat, we ride every day homie
[Hook]
Game “The Town” Music & Lyrics
August 1, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Game “The Town” Music & Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Verse 1 - The Game]
Back on the block, nigga, chains on the rocks, nigga
Used to move yay, I should throw up the Roc, nigga
Back with the Doc, so I just throw up the Mag
Up 2 fingers: they don’t get the ski mask!
This is body bag shit, that open the bag spliff
Coke in your lungs, a muthaf-ckin monster is what I’ve become
Balls hotter than Pablo Escobar’s stove
Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so..
Brat! Brat brat! 50 rounds’ll knock you niggas down
Ben Affleck from The Town. This is my town nigga
King, mayor, all that. Niggas better fall back
Bullets in your ballcap. P-U-S-S-Y: that’s what I call cats
Hardcore, die today if it brought Biggie Smalls back
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black war hat
Red Album, bitch, everything else all-black
Eyes low, 75 eighths, black Wall hat
Red Album, nigga, everything else all-black
[Hook]
Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing I hunt em down
Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds
[Verse 2 - The Game]
Niggas better break bread and niggas better play dead
I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head
Everything’s straight red: my bitch, my car, the tip of my cigar
My Philly hat, my scarf
Y’all niggas pushing light weight
Ryan Russell niggas falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face
The f-cking boosters in danger, ain’t a mic safe
Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, nigga, Mike Jake
4th album, cause I do my shit the right way
And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day
I’mma have a nice bitch sitting in the white 6
Coldest rapper alive: I write with an ice pick
And I’m write sick, meaning that my bars ill
Bout to f-ck the world up, nigga, I’m an oil spill
In the foriegn wheel, paint job orange peel, nothin’ like Picasso, bitch
But I draw steel
[Hook]
Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now
Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing I hunt em down
Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds
[Verse 3 - The Game]
I ain’t never gave no fu-k, why would I start now?
Everytime I get on the track, it’s black hawk down
I declare war, pulling niggas’ cars now
And I ain’t gotta f-ck Sarah Palin to lay the law down
Birds: knock em all down
You could push record now
Used to ball like Chris Paul, I’m John Ward now
Still bang Dogg Pound, I don’t like how y’all sound
Gun butt a nigga in the grill, try to floss now
I set the bridge on fire – try to cross now
Still f-ck Benzino, I don’t care who run The Source now
I got magazines inside of magazines
Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down
Kill the drums, cause the track is a corpse now
Spread my fingers when I chew ? from Georgetown
Think it’s a movie than it’s AI Georgetown
But if it ain’t a ?
I’m busting with the 4 pounds
Game ft. Dr.Dre & Snoop Dogg “Drug Test” Music & Lyrics
July 31, 2011 By 2 Comments
Game ft. Dr.Dre & Snoop Dogg “Drug Test” Music & Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Dr Dre]
I’m in this muthaf-cker doing what I wanna
10 bottles, 10 bitches go up out the sauna
Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts
I’m that cool, cashews, make ‘em all go nuts
[Game]
Baby got ass I need me a shot of that
Lil mama get gangsta for me
Stuff it in your Prada bag
[Dr Dre]
Thats right
She got something that I wanna see
Thats right, so if she leave
She f-cking with me, thats life
Twerk somethin’, work something’, hurt somethin’
She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming
They rip they neck and run they mouth when they heard something
Dre dropped another one and f-cked around and murdered somethin’
Club filled with dead bodies, if not than you a zombie
I’m not gon’ feel sorry, you pass out from it
Get drunk, get blunted
Do what you wanna do, drug test on you
[Game]
Lotta money when I talk
Big mills, big deals
‘Bout a hundred in a vault
Sit still, that real
Lotta haters throw salt, they lost
Big Game give a f-ck how you feel
I fear she just might just pop that pill
And feel on me all night till the tip spill
Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bassline
She gon f-ck a snare drum one drink at a time
[Dr Dre]
Blow right, hoes fight over my name
I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins
It’s forty days, forty nights if I’m making it rain
I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed
Than we gooood!
[Chorus]
If you got drugs in this muthaf-cker, ohh
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So lets get high off something, high of something, high of something
Till your muthaf-cking brain don’t function
High of something, high of something
Ayy, what I supply taking you high?
[Game]
Fireworks when I spark
Yellow tape, lotta chalk
Thought you said you a boss, big deal
Bitch chill, pulling out that black card
Showin’ off big spendin’, letting alcohol spill
I feel she might just get too faded, x-rated thats what I like
Glad that you made to this ceremoney at hand
Take a sip lets plan for the future
Introduce you to Snoop get you right and…
[Snoop Dogg]
May I, kick a little something for G’s
And, make a few ends?, as I breeze through
The shit on my hip is a f-cking preview
And guess what it lead to
[Chorus]
If you got drugs in this muthaf-cker, ohh
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So lets get high off something, high of something, high of something
Till your muthaf-cking brain don’t function
high of something, high of something
Ayy, what I supply taking you high?
Game “Infrared” Music & Lyrics
July 28, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Game “Infrared” Music & Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Red Rose, white cellar
No body, no casket, just blood spillin’
I aint a dead President but I love millions
They like “Game, where ya been?”
Yeh Blood chillin’
But not on no islands or no villa’s
I’ve been lost in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block hugged it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath oven is a muthaf-cker
But I aint seen it in years
Still survive like niggas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, spit the most butta
My album’s got more game than niggas at the Rucker
Who said I’ll never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my shit at every strip club in Atlanta
Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level head
Niggas I know flip after doing bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my hood see murder
Aint a street in my city that you aint heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit OJ’s glove
And I’ma keep name droppin’ long as my name poppin’
I mean long as the ‘cane poppin’
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete
Living the ?
I switch cars like superhead switch stars
You know why, cause I’m a crook bitch
F-ck ya book bitch
I live life like aint no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you sing on the hook bitch
Dickin’ em out, foreign cars I’m whippin’ em out
Been gang bangin’ since the first Pippen’s was out
[Hook]
Me and my infra-red-red
Yeah thats right, my infra-red-red
All I need is my inferared-red
So f-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red
[Verse 2]
Same colour as the big apple
Its for my New York niggas thats in the hood clappin’
I done been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only chase money, never chase the stardom
Back to the law, thats how I became a target
Respected in every hood, bullet proof regardless
My glock got no feelings, hollows leave you heartless
Retaliation like tryna swim in the shark pit
Will I ever go at Nas, hell no
Will I ever go at Jay, I don’t know
Stay hittin em with pot shots
Ridin’ round tryna figure out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, nigga’s try to take out LA like big shot
Thats Chauncey Billups, for you niggas who don’t understand it
You rap niggas like bitches, pitching underhanded
It’s like throwin soft balls at Derek Jeter
I keep it hood, never put money in parking meters
like the f-ck the US government
I be on some over shit
28 inch rims rubber shit
Roll down the window f-ck with this
Roll up the endo, f-ck with this
Get it backward, yeah my shit that good
No more medical weed, back to chronic
No more Belvedere, Grey Goose and tonic
Keep a nigga f-cked up with a mind state like
Dont get ya nigga f-cked up, you know the crime rate up
[Hook]
I hit a nigga with the infra-red-red
Yeah thats right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the inferared-red
F-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red
[Verse 3]
And I can pop a nigga from a rooftop
Or hit ‘em up close, let ‘em know that I’m a f-cking killer
like Ghost-face, no trace for the jakes
When it come to the base in the kitchen I’m a chef like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I’m like “nah you God”, right next to Rza as I’m lighting up the swisha
Pourin’ out this liquor for my niggas that was bigger than the ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, they some niggas with some cold hearts
And you wonder why I walk around like my soul long, black hoody on
Writin’ music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts
Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart
Aint been crazy since I learned how to throw dart
Run up on his muthaf-cking car, you a dead man
Nah, don’t sweat it like Lebron James headband
Empty out the clip on anybody but Redman
I Blackout and you can Blackout 2
But I got night vision on this muthaf-ckin infra-red-red
[Hook]
Yeah thats right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the inferared-red
F-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red
[Outro]
Niggas know what the f-ck it is everytime we do this shit
We do this shit right, nigga
Yeah, shout out to Redman for no reason at all
Cool n Dre them my niggas, my brothers
Thats my family for life nigga’s
Game ft. Chris Brown “Pot Of Gold” Official Music Video & Lyrics
July 27, 2011 By 1 Comment
Game ft. Chris Brown “Pot Of Gold” Official Music Video & Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Though the spot – light,
Is not for me,
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home,
I miss the days, when, life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold
[Verse 1]
There’s a mother out there right now,
About to have the next LeBron,
Searchin’ for a pot of gold like a leprechaun,
They say death comes in threes,
Whose next in line?
And I just lost a best friend for the second time,
Now I’m on a quest to find peace,
Still gotta carry my piece and soo-woo when its reppin’ time,
Yall don’t understand, I’m misunderstood,
Give Interscope 2 more albums then I’m done for good,
Sold 10 million records, ain’t leave the hood,
It’s a cold world everybody need a hood,
And everybody doin’ time stay headstrong,
You still gotta chance to live,
Even though you’re dead wrong.
[Chorus]
Though the spot – light,
Is not for me,
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home,
I miss the days, when, life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I try to do good but I just can’t be,
Its hard to get myself to do things that aint me,
And yall should thank me,
But my haters busy tryna send me home early but you can’t New Orleans Saint me.
I ain’t a saint B, I aint a god God,
I aint an angel neither but I try hard yall,
I’m lightin’ up for all my soldiers at war,
As I sit back and watch the ashes on my cigar fall,
Wayne just came home,
And Tip back on the yard dog,
Guess Pujols aint the only one playin’ hard ball.
[Chorus]
Though the spot – light,
Is not for me,
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home,
I miss the days, when, life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold
Though the spot – light,
Is not for me,
I close my eyes and imagine I’m home,
I miss the days, when, life was simple,
But if I never tried to follow that rainbow,
In search of the pot of gold
(woooah woooah)
In search of the pot of gold
Game “Uncle Otis” (Jay-Z Diss) Music & Lyrics
July 24, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Game “Uncle Otis” (Jay-Z Diss) Music & Lyrics
Lyrics:
This shit for my uncle Otis
Here’s a dome shot to this nigga named Otis
Niggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest
Niggas be chasing they youth but it’s gone
Yo ‘Ye, this nigga aint even wanna put you on
And then he turned around, put on Sean
But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don’t sell no f-cking Wonton’s
I don’t wear Sean John, but f-ck with that Ciroc shit
Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac shit
Who run the world? Jayceon
Will Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation
If you invented swag then I invented gangsta
Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger
And I dont wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
I’m Charles Louboutin, you niggas aint sayin’ nada
Lil white bitch better stay in ya place
You call me a nigga, I’ma put the K in ya face
It’s a stick up bitch
(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it
Call Khaled, tell him F-ck it, I’m on one
I created Tyler, the Creator
Here go courtside seats
You are now watching the greatest
Shades blocking the haters
Stays rocking the layers
The Show Goes On
Til I start aiming the Lasers
And Lupe’ll souffle half you muthaf-ckers
Its the Drew league, I don’t wanna speak about the Rucker
Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche
Tryna teach you How To love
How To Love
Marc Anthony too short (bitch)
Look how that nigga look
And I’m 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles
All my niggas crooks with castles
Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with tassels
It’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party
Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marley
You wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air
(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it
I got the money up in the rubber band
Don’t run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)
I aint Morris Chestnut, I aint Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty
Dre got that Super Bass I just call it Nicki
Working on that Detox, blowin on that sticky
Can I hit it In The Morning?
Better be a quickie
Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky
Waves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future
You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya
Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see Jigga
I went to see Wiz but theres Amber, perfect
I took a seat on the red futon
Hit it with that Wiz shit on, whatever
So put that pussy on my face
and let me taste, a little taste
I’ma eat it up like it’s my last
I’ma I’ma do it different, she aint gettin no cash
You know why? I’m Not A Star
Somebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huh
That aint a lie
(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it
Biography: Game
July 15, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Jayceon Terrell Taylor (born November 29, 1979 in Compton, California, United States), better known by his stage name Game, formerly known as The Game, is an American Grammy Award winning gangsta rapper signed to Aftermath Entertainment through his own label Black Wall Street Records, with which he founded with his half brother Big Fase 100. He rose to fame in 2005 with the success of his debut album, The Documentary, and his two Grammy nominations. Since then he has released two more critically acclaimed albums, 2006’s Doctor’s Advocate and 2008’s LAX, which he claimed to be the final album he would release, but in mid-2009 he started recording The RED Album, which is set to be released August 23, 2011. In the near future he also plans to focus on acting and other business ventures. All of his three albums debuted at #1 on the Billboard Top 100, and he is widely considered to be a driving force in bringing back the West Coast hip hop scene and competing with many of his East Coast counterparts.
Studying various influential rap albums, Game developed a strategy to become a rapper himself and with help from Big Fase, they founded The Black Wall Street Records. The label originally featured such artists as Glasses Malone, Vita, and Nu Jerzey Devil, along with Game himself. His stage name was coined by his grandmother. Game first gained prominence when he attended a hip-hop summit hosted by Russell Simmons and Louis Farrakhan, releasing his first mixtape You Know What It Is Vol. 1 in 2002, followed by a record deal with the independent label, Get Low Recordz owned by JT the Bigga Figga. Originally Sean Combs of Bad Boy Records was going to sign him to his label, but Game’s mixtape found the attention of famed producer Dr. Dre, who signed him to Aftermath Entertainment in 2003. In October 2004, he released his first album Untold Story through Get Low Recordz, which sold over 82,000 copies within its first three months. The album featured artists like Sean T, Young Noble (of the Outlawz), and JT the Bigga Figga. Game also appeared on various mixtapes hosted by DJ’s such as DJ Kayslay, DJ Whoo Kid, and DJ Clue. Game also released a second mixtape You Know What It Is Vol. 2 through his own record label and appeared on the video game NBA Live 2004 on a song produced by Fredwreck called “Can’t Stop Me”.
Album Cover: Game “The R.e.d. Album”
July 6, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Game sees red on the cover of his long-awaited fourth LP The R.E.D. Album. The former Bloods member glares into the camera with a finger covering his left eye in the close-up photo.
The star-studded set, due August 23, features the Lil Wayne-assisted single “Red Nation” and “Pot of Gold” featuring Chris Brown, plus contributions from executive producer Pharrell, Dr. Dre, Tyler, the Creator (“Martians vs. Goblins”), Lupe Fiasco (“Skate On”), Nelly Furtado (“Mother Knows”), and more.
Game ft. Justin Timberlake & Pharrell “Ain’t No Doubt About It” Official Music Video & Lyrics
July 5, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Game ft. Justin Timberlake & Pharrell “Ain’t No Doubt About It” Official Music Video & Lyrics
Lyrics:
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move
(The way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
‘Cause lady you cool
(Justin n Pharrell)
That’s the way
(That’s the way)
Keep movin baby
(Keep movin baby)
Tell your girls
(Tell your girls)
To come join the table
(come join the table)
And don’t you worry
(don’t you worry)
Just keep movin boo
(keep movin boo)
‘Cause you’re the star
(you’re the star)
Everybody lookin at you
(said they lookin at you)
And there ain’t no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain’t no doubt about it
Hey girl, Baby you cool
(Game n Justin)
G-A-M-E drop top bentley
Gucci belt-buckle, fresh outta Italy
Ima balla, literally
Haters are swine flu
They killin me
I’m lookin down on ya from where the ceiling be
Me n my niggas swarm
Oh you like the killa bees
My chick ridin shotgun
Billie Jean
Half Belizean and half from The Philippines
Niggas energy
Its like they got the heave
Seekin me
Thinkin’ they wanna 9 milli-me
But they ain’t fo’ that rat-tat-tat-tat
My bullets sing like they registered at ASCAP
Need I say more (?)
Everything i do exotic
(?)
Mr. Red Carpet, I don’t do awards
If you want it, I done it
Five million on tour
Fo ‘sho
I just wanna touch ya, yeah
The way you move
(the way you move)
Oh you make me love it, yeah
‘Cause lady you cool
That’s the way
(That’s the way)
Keep movin baby
(Keep movin baby)
Tell your girls
(Tell your girls)
To come join the table
(come join the table)
And don’t you worry
(don’t you worry)
Just keep movin boo
(keep movin boo)
‘Cause you’re the star
(you’re the star)
Everybody lookin at you
(said they lookin at you)
And there ain’t no doubt about it
Girl, the way you move
And there ain’t no doubt about it
Baby you cool
Yo Pharrell
I’m ri-ridiculous
So so sick with it
You can call me cancer
But I don’t smoke cigarettes
Come through in a ‘Rari
Same color as licorice
If I ain’t with them, my bitch be like
My niggas, shit,
Haters beware
I can see clear
Through these lens on this black Louis V yeah
Something ’bout Mary
Make me wanna blow up
And P got the dziaq for me when I show up (yeah)
Whip game crazy
I call it (?)
You’re a big fish till you swim with piranhas
Used to call me dope Game
When I cop from Jose
Now I play Roosevelt and i cop (?)
Niggas be lyin (?)
California slim license plate Saint-Tropez
Eaten wit a table for a two place lobsters
Been a mobsters since a two way, holla
Game ft. Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes, Fabolous & Rick Ross “Bottles and Rockin J’s” Official Lyrics
June 17, 2011 By 1 Comment
Lyrics:
[Dj Khaled]
Ayo Game, what they do boy
It’s DJ Khaled
I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6′s on
I’m all about gettin’ money
I love glorifying my hard work
Poppin’ bottles
Shit them hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We The Best
Ayo Game. Red Nation
[Chorus]
All I know is bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
Wininng and getting money
[Busta Rhymes]
All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do
And make somebody have to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don’t really give a f-ck if it’s your record
And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh
See the way I coming, how I do the game, church
Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse
Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
Kill em with another verse
Everybody see the way I be going and going
How I do it
Niggas the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do
We knowing how I be banging
And every sheet that I get
All the heat I be packin;
And I show it off
With all this money you know where I’m heading
And I’m gonna get the Jordan’s the patent 11 leathers
They really banging all the way down to the ?
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting
And I kill em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppin
And we pop bottles and we rock J’s, see me reppin
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon
Don’t be spillin’ liquor all over my shit, give me a second
Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up, fillin bottles up
Let me ?
[Rick Ross]
Bitches, I’m gettin money, bottles and rocking chains
Money like I’m LeBron, my whip collection insane
Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, 60g’s a month
50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia
Bitches snortin’ blow, f-ckin fast and cookin’ dope
Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller ?
My new bitches must menage I’m a G
[Chorus]
[Game]
Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Smokin’ and sippin’ Spades
Pistol tucked in my Louie
Heated up like I’m Wade
Nigga don’t do LeBron’s, Kobe up on the weekends
Jordan’s Monday through Friday especially when I’m freakin
Them cool grey’s, thats Monday
Them Space jams thats Tuesday
That Spike Lee’s on Wednesday
23 in my Benz eh
You know I love them 6′s especially on my bitches
13′s and them spandex on Thursday, it’s your birthday
And Friday I aint lying, King Of Diamonds I’m in heaven
Red Bone pussy poppin’ on my black and red 11′s
Patent leather when I step in
You know what I’m reppin’
It’s S double-O, W Double-O
Black number 4′s I aint get it from the store, Buss know
That all I know is
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I put footprints in them couches
I put so much in my two step
Put on for my city, I aint got no choice but to rep
I put straight shots in they hair
Make pretty girls, do the ugly face
And they just my song on
Move back I need dougie space like ay, ay
Then its right back to my muggin’ face
Niggas said put the weed out
BBM, you buggin face
We walked in, want somethin’, bottles pop like we won some’n
Raise a glass for err’ybody that’s done something from nothin’
No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
Cargo’s and J’s on, they let sun in, no blinds
All I drink is my shit
Stop playin, Youtube
But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo
[Lil Wayne]
And I’m smokin’ on that purp
Sippin’ on that purp
I came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk
And we aint bout all that talkin’, you a dead man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans
Got a scope on the barrell that’s a hammer with a camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a nigga like a dancer
I don’t know nothing but bitches and gettin money
Blood gang kill a nigga in public
Young Tunechi
Shoot a nigga ass up then it’s Deuces
Head shots that f-cking vest is so useless
Yeah, yo chuck, f-ck these niggas
You know who Piru?
Killer bees nigga
[Chorus]
Game “Keepin It Real” Official Lyrics
March 17, 2011 By 1 Comment
Lyrics:
I wanna talk to the World and tell em how I feel
How everytime I drop an album one of my n-ggas get killed
Make a n-gga wanna stop spittin’
Plus Interscope be bullshittin’ Scott Pippen
This is not livin’
Livin’ is when you working a 9-5
Liftin’ heavy ass boxes just to stay a-f-cking-live
N-gga aint got a car but he got drive
So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride
The world going crazy, n-ggas going crazy
They say the Illuminati affiliated Jay-Z
I’m in this Mercedes seeing how L.A be
My life should be a movie shot by Martin Scorsese
Gun’s off safety n-ggas is Polamalu
The cops killed BIG and drove off in the Impala
And Pac did biz? just to get a couple dollars
F-ck rap, I shoulda took my black ass to college
[Hook]
I’m just tryna be real
I’m just keepin’ it real
I’m just tryna be real
I’m just keepin’ it real
I’m just keepin’ it real
I’m tryna see my kids through college before I gotta die
Still sayin’ R.I.P Aaliyah ‘fore I gotta fly
N-ggas running out of time
So they doing homocide
Gotta take the stand tell the judge and jury their alibi
And they all racist so they giving boys 25
Stand up be a man, and stare straight into his momma eyes
And she still traumatised, her baby boy shot up
Kissed him on the forehead right before he got up
You shot him in the forehead twice before he got up
All over a bitch, n-gga the devil wears Prada
Amber Rose wears nada
And thats how she should keep it
’cause you can go Tyra from wearing Victoria’s Secrets
They say there’s a secret society
To get notoriety from selling your soul to ‘em
N-gga you aint buying me
Only thing for sale is this Phantom
It’s Aftermath, thats why I rep the A like Atlanta
[Hook]
They say I look like Kanye or Wale in this Louie napsack
Rather be them than them dumb n-ggas f-cking with Kat Stacks
I smoke kush to get my mind right
I used to listen to Nas to get my rhymes tight
I used to sell them dimes and keep my 9 tight
But now I’m f-cking them dimes, but in hindsight
Almost turned on my family for the limelight
And I’mma go see God when the times right
They say the purly gates white but my President black
My money green, the sky blue and thats where heaven is at
I don’t carry a gat, but my n-ggas do
It’s like my jumper is off, I let my n-ggas shoot
and don’t none of my n-ggas do
Take the time to listen
I’ll tell you what my n-ggas do
Scream Suwoo while they dumping out of billy coupes?
But i’m just tryna be a good n-gga, master
and take this rap money and give this shit to the Pastor
[Hook]
Snoop Dogg ft.The Game & YG “Purp & Yellow” Official Music Video & Lyrics
February 22, 2011 By
Snoop Dogg ft.The Game & YG “Purp & Yellow” Official Music Video & Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Intro x2]
Yeah ah ha
you know what it is
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah ah ha, you know what it is
everything I do, I do it big
Yeah ah ha, screaming thats nothin
when I pull out the lot, thats stuntin
I rep my town, when you see me me you know everything
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, Im in
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
[Snoop Dogg]
Swish! 24, thats black mamba
Snoop Dogg, he’s a dope rhymer
collaborate, with the golden state
in a yellow six deuce with the purple plates
I dip and dodge, I hit 3 and roll
fish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol
we dont give a damn bout the big 3
LA Lake show we bout to 3 peat
and you can bet, thats on the set
Ron Artest about to get wet
Im on the flo’ and thats a fact
sittin’ next to uncle Jack blazin’ up the purple sack
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[Game]
Louie Vuitton don
purple 24′s, yellow Lambo Im ridin’
top blew the guts doors goin’ suicide
Stuff in the wood, n-ggas know we gon kill that
blow it in the air boy, know they gon feel that
purp and yellow, purp and yellow
watch me ball like you sittin’ with Phil at
ten car caravan Aston Martin’s and all them hood whips
them Cutlass’s them Cadillacs’s that leather be grippin’ them wood tips
I was born up in the wood, claim Compton bet you aint know that
pops taught me how to get low in the floor clap
went from a boy to a king, any block I five five four that
n-gga better know that, boy they playin’
sawed off shotty
what they sayin’? nothin to a boss
I put two hoes in that LeCar
I come through f-ckin n-ggas off
hop in that truck and get lost
you playin’ wit a king not Gretzky
even if ya let me, keep yo girl wetter than Game on a jet ski
Oo, cool, who say he smoother than a baby’s ass
pops was a dope boy we still spendin 80′s cash
look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is
blowin on a scarecrow on my way to see the Wiz
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[YG]
Ridin’ down Rose greens, Compton, California
turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya
home of the Lakers baby, yea you know its purp and yellow
take a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seeing doubles
But I’m an angel though, and your girls a pigeon
its money over everything, girl you know the vision
never been a mark if ya with it we can cut ya fade
brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein
Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else is f-ckin boring
I’m at Roscoes eatin wit some chicks who foreign
I took your girlfriend from you boy you’s a mark
my white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start
[Chorus Repeated]
Game ft.La Roux “The Kill” Official Lyrics
January 26, 2011 By
Game ft.La Roux “The Kill” Official Lyrics
Lyrics:
[La Roux - Sample]
I’m going in for the kill
I’m doing it for a thrill
Oh I’m hoping you’ll understand
And not let go of my hand
(x2)
[The Game]
Let me crack this Patron and talk to you for a minute
Won’t you put that blunt down ‘fore you put the chronic in it
Before you do that drive by, listen for a second
Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon
If you use it like you ‘posed to than you could be Malcolm X
Instead of counting body bags, my n-gga should be counting checks
Don’t be a follower n-gga, be a leader
And if that mean’s I’ll lose you on Twitter than so be it
Had a daughter yesterday, see my baby momma bleeding
Remind me of Keyshia getting shot down while she was feeding
Her baby in the projects, I’m supposed to be proud of Compton
I’m just glad me, Damare and Brandon made it outta Compton
I put on for my city like Jeezy say
Iron out my red rag just for Free Weezy day
And since they did ? like Emmett Till
Crack the Patron seal
[La Roux - Sample]
[The Game]
I can take you back to ’03 when ain’t nobody know me
My game was regional like the ? Marion, Kobe
Teach me how to Dougie, come here little man, show me
Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me
Aint trippin’ off no old beefs, aint grinding on my old streets
I’m in the hills smoking on cigars like an old G
Cooley high coochie, Levi’s no fleece
Space jam Jordan’s killin’ ‘em without the cold sheets
Rappers say they trappers and these trappers think they rappers
Go listen to Blueprint, your all hustling backwards
Shout out to my reall n-ggas, Birdman, Styles P
Kiss my n-gga Sigel, know them Philly n-ggas wild b
Snoop you insane cuz, Bun you a trill one
Nas, we forever since you helped me get a deal son
And my n-gga Fab, write his verses like a wheel
He walked out the booth, it’s my turn
[La Roux - Sample]
[The Game]
If I aint never told you nothing, I think you might wanna listen
Leaving Aftermath and G-Unit was never my decision
But I’m back now, when we recorded Back Down
Once friends, now foes, both our phones tapped now
50 was my n-gga, but life was funny like that
Eminem played the bandage and Dre was the ice-pack
So I unwrapped the guards, but my scars never healed
Sometimes stars align and some stars never will
Like Ross and Jeezy both y’all my n-ggas, y’all should chill
Instead of beefin’, lets remember how baby blue got killed
How Wolf got shot down, how Meech got locked up
When n-ggas start beefin’ you should give them some Ciroc Puff
And pour me a shot, my own brother want me dead
Worse than that, my n-gga Young Buck got raided by the Fed’s
So Timbaland, Cool n Dre Just Blaze and Pharrell
Next track I get n-gga….
[La Roux - Sample]
This is off Game’s new mixtape Purp & Patron
Game ft.Wiz Khalifa “Taylor Made” New Music & Lyrics
January 25, 2011 By
Game ft.Wiz Khalifa “Taylor Made” New Music & Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Game - Chorus]
Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang
Thats my n-gga Wiz and I’m Chuck Taylor mayne
We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne
We get high, f-ck hoes, and roll paper planes
Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang
Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane
We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane
Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made
[Game]
I wake up in the morning to Red Converse
Dre Beats on, listening to Bomb first
You got a hangover n-gga, mine’s worse
Haze got me kicking knowledge like a Nas verse
Shit be complicated like out of towners
trying to understand why we say waddup Blood
but we not related
Thats how Compton made it,
so don’t run around yelling Soo Woo without a Chuck Taylor confirmation
On that documentary sh-t I shocked the nation
Muhammad Ali shit like I boxed in Vegas
When it come to beef sh-t, n-gga I’m the greatest
I knew I was next the night they shot Pac in Vegas
I aint a killer but don’t push me
I see a bitch looking, I’mma end up in her p-ssy
See ya later, f-ck haters, cause bitch we Taylors
Bitch we major
[Game - Chorus]
Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang
Thats my n-gga Wiz and I’m Chuck Taylor mayne
We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne
We get high, f-ck hoes, and roll paper planes
Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang
Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane
We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane
Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor made
[Wiz Khalifa Verse]
Probably heard I’m the tightest
And I heard that you never smoked so I rolled it, you light it
And I heard that you liked it
And I welcome you to my world you’ve been cordially invited
Now I got the whole world excited
Know every word when they heard that I write it
Know I can f-ck every girl cause my jewelry the brightest, and my herb is the lightest
Some n-ggas mad I made it, blame it all on perfect timing
I say I made it big cause I stuck to the cursive writing
These n-ggas rather be a has-been then not be famous at all
I learned you ain’t really gotta be famous to ball
I’m hustling hard, and turning bitches to custumers soon as they get in front of us,
Bad hoes after the shows rushing up
Baby them n-ggas clowns talk down but they look up to us
May look the same but I’m nothing like them suckas
So f-ck what them n-ggas sayin’ and keep reppin’ the gang
[Game - Chorus]
Game “I’m The King” New Music & Lyrics
January 10, 2011 By 3 Comments
Game “I’m The King” New Music & Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Game - Chorus]
I’m the king
And I be smokin’
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin’
I’m the king
And I be smokin’
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin’
If I say we on one muthaf-cker we on
If I say we gon’ my n-gga then we gon’
And I say we drinkin’ then we drinkin’ that Patron
And if I say we rollin’ then somebody rollin’ zone
Ay-yeh-yeeeeh
[Verse 1]
This shit right here n-gga
How you smokin’, how you chokin’
how you chokin’ while you rollin’ I be zonin’
In the morning wake and bake’n while I’m yawnin’
It’s that get lo, Benz-o, be careful around them rims hoe
run and tell your friends that we ’bout to get it in
And we smokin’ on this endo
Let it breath crack a window
blowing on this purple in this Enzo
[Chorus]
n-gga I’m the King
And I be smokin’
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin’
I’m the king
And I be smokin’
Welcome to my town
And I be smokin’
If I say we on one n-gga then we on
If I say we gon’ my n-gga then we gon’
And I say we drinkin’ then we drinkin’ that Patron
And if I say we rollin’ then somebody rollin’ zone
Ay-yeh-yeeeeh
[Verse 2]
What you smokin’ can’t f-ck with the shit that I be blazin’
Walk in the store, eyes so low they probably think I’m asian
Red bone, red car, aint this bitch amazing
red hot, red bottoms, spicy like she cajun
red rims, red cuts lookin’ like a st-a-ar
tell a n-gga ballin’ by the emblem on his ca-a-ar
so fa-a-ar, so go-o-ood
this is what they call me in the ho-o-ood
[Chorus]
You smokin’, who got the flame?
Gettin high as them Chevy doors when I’m rolling up paper planes
I’m just sayin’, wipe ya feet off before you step in the door
Been bangin’ since ’94, you didn’t but now you know
Them bitches hittin’ the flo’
Then switches hittin’ the flo’
Them swishes is good to go
And that pruple off in ya throat, so, yo
You aint know this is how we ride
And we can take this n-gga outside
Recognise
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Zoned up, ‘troned up
this is what you want
Bottles up, lighters up
This some shit to smoke to
Zoned up, ‘troned up
this is what you want
Bottles up, lighters up
This some shit to smoke to
I’m the King!
La Fouine ft.Game “Caillra For Life” (Game Raps In French) Official Music Video
December 15, 2010 By 1 Comment
Game ft.Snoop Dogg & YG “Purp & Yellow” Official Lyrics
December 7, 2010 By Leave a Comment
Lyrics:
[Intro x2]
Yeah ah ha
you know what it is
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah ah ha, you know what it is
everything I do, I do it big
Yeah ah ha, screaming thats nothin
when I pull out the lot, thats stuntin
I rep my town, when you see me me you know everything
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, Im in
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
[Snoop Dogg]
Swish! 24, thats black mamba
Snoop Dogg, he’s a dope rhymer
collaborate, with the golden state
in a yellow six deuce with the purple plates
I dip and dodge, I hit 3 and roll
fish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol
we dont give a damn bout the big 3
LA Lake show we bout to 3 peat
and you can bet, thats on the set
Ron Artest about to get wet
Im on the flo’ and thats a fact
sittin’ next to uncle Jack blazin’ up the purple sack
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[Game]
Louie Vuitton don
purple 24′s, yellow Lambo Im ridin’
top blew the guts doors goin’ suicide
Stuff in the wood, n-ggas know we gon kill that
blow it in the air boy, know they gon feel that
purp and yellow, purp and yellow
watch me ball like you sittin’ with Phil at
ten car caravan Aston Martin’s and all them hood whips
them Cutlass’s them Cadillacs’s that leather be grippin’ them wood tips
I was born up in the wood, claim Compton bet you aint know that
pops taught me how to get low in the floor clap
went from a boy to a king, any block I five five four that
n-gga better know that, boy they playin’
sawed off shotty
what they sayin’? nothin to a boss
I put two hoes in that LeCar
I come through f-ckin n-ggas off
hop in that truck and get lost
you playin’ wit a king not Gretzky
even if ya let me, keep yo girl wetter than Game on a jet ski
Oo, cool, who say he smoother than a baby’s ass
pops was a dope boy we still spendin 80′s cash
look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is
blowin on a scarecrow on my way to see the Wiz
[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
[YG]
Ridin’ down Rose greens, Compton, California
turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya
home of the Lakers baby, yea you know its purp and yellow
take a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seeing doubles
But I’m an angel though, and your girls a pigeon
its money over everything, girl you know the vision
never been a mark if ya with it we can cut ya fade
brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein
Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else is f-ckin boring
I’m at Roscoes eatin wit some chicks who foreign
I took your girlfriend from you boy you’s a mark
my white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start
[Chorus Repeated]
Game ft.Tyga & Red Cafe “I Like Girls” Music & Lyrics
November 24, 2010 By 4 Comments
Game ft.Tyga & Red Cafe “I Like Girls” Music & Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Chorus - Tyga]
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin’ on her, she dancin’ on me
It feels so good, I’ll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
[Game]
I like girls that wear shoes with the red bottom
dont stop walkin’ in ‘em, haters still talkin’ ’bout ‘em
I like girls, other girls call her b-tch
cause she always poppin’ tags
and her shoes match the bag
and the bag match the whip
same color as the lips
and the paint got a gloss
like the chap stick
and the chapstick sticky just like the mary jane
its the last one to Paris
Puff we can run a train
cuz I wake up with sex on a plane
sippin’ sex on a beach, havin’ sex on a plane
Game, she callin’ my name
but I dont know her
n-gga I dont know 1st
n-gga Im from California all I know is birds
have you ever rolled down in freeways? no chauffeur
just Libras, Capricorns and Leos
girls they like me-o
girls they like me OH!
[Chorus - Tyga]
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin’ on her, she dancin’ on me
It feels so good, I’ll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
[Red Cafe]
Girls, girls love me
it’d be 3 of them and just me
6 more for Game and Puffy
Im a boss so i f-ck for free
yea everywhere I goes topless hoes be
and all my girls like girls like Rosie
uh, birthday suit they gettin posey
and I dont claim nobody they all chose me
call 911 she lost her Capris
I made her cum fast like we ordered Japanese
My tight girl got a Louie Vuitton fettish
I hit her back and forth with Game, we playin’ tennis
[Chorus - Tyga]
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin’ on her, she dancin’ on me
It feels so good, I’ll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
[Tyga]
Its funny when b-tches be runnin’ around actin’ silly
now they wanna show me titty, cuz I’m partying with Diddy now
money aint a thing you could ask my n-gga Game
LA still the same but these hoes, done change
champagne bottles in both hands
Rose dont spill the whole thang
girls swallow, blow like Chicago
n-gga get mad, uh, gun, throat, hollow
dummy, aint nothin’ young but the money
got plenty girls you could take some from me
Ice in the bucket, keep the drinks comin’
all the girls love me love me
they love me, especially…
[Chorus - Tyga]
My birthday girls, big booty girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls, that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
she dancin’ on her, she dancin’ on me
It feels so good, I’ll buy another drink
cuz I like girls that like other girls
I like girls and they all like me
Young Buck ft.Game “The Blues” Music & Lyrics
September 22, 2010 By 1 Comment
Lyrics:
[The Game]
I give n-ggas the blues
like an LA county jump suit
hop inside the phantom like the n-gga Donald Trump do
and just cruise control until I lose control
these rubberband tires sitting on two’s and four’s
I pick and choose my foes
and with abusive flows I set traps so no rat can climb through his hole
touch my chedder bring out baretta’s
trying to floss be a boss
we do 6 hundreds or better
chopping up raw lettuce
my b-tch got a coke fetish
still a fan cause she running through lines like Jerome (?)
Iced out Coogi sweater, air ones, Louie checker belt
got me swimming through these b-tches like Mike Phelps
drop top phantom so the World know I’m hazing
catch contact high while I listen to Miles Davis
lay my head back and just cruise
Tommy turn down the muthaf-cking bass and give n-ggas the blues
Yeah I give n-ggas the blues
drumma boy adjust the bass and give n-ggas the blues
I give n-ggas the blues
I give n-ggas the blues
[Young Buck]
been through it
the picture you see now I drew it
service myself change the oil and transmission fluid
Mel Gibson on these hoes on these 24′s
I’m still the truth in this game full of Pinnochio’s
filed bankrupt like what you gon take next from me
then I bought a jet for me, call it IRS money
its money, power, respect
buddy you wrong
respect power and money
now what the f-ck is you on
this a dessert storm I get my Clue on
standing in a room full of bloods with my blue on
revolver on my waist but the barrell on it too long
can’t even f-cking move, I aint used to having no suit on
I’m doing what I do, ya’ll don’t think I moved on
with or without a crew
my bills is still due on the first like you
pull up in anything b-tch I’m BB King
and I break the rules
I will give n-ggas the blues
I give n-ggas the blues
take drumma boy beat and give n-ggas the blues
yeah
[End]
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