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Sunset women like the best Walkin at the light like I can change your life Yea, yea, I rarely see the same girl twice Let me get her number then Im fuckin tonight Tell her call her friend then we fuckin tonight She left that nigga, watch, Imma do it right Aint nothin to these dollar bills in my high fashion Champagne glasses pourin on they asses So many girls, I aint never gotta act.

Hook: Hood morning Hood morning Hood morning Hood morning Verse 1: No motherfuckin typo Thats like Westside, Compton with no psychos Thats like Beverly Hills with no lipo Fuck around and jack some five, no Michael Hello, a hundred thousand in the mattresses Im Hollywood, yeah, I only fuck actresses Im in Cannes, France You dont know where that shit is SLR, thats where the ratchet is Im in the Amber Rose rolls with Amber Rose hoes Sorry Wiz, thats how the rap shit, it is You can take it as a shot or free promo But everybody in this motherfucker know Im loco Anne Rogers, knock the man off your polo Used to scare the shit out you niggers with my old flow Post-documentary, Comptons most wanted Ill finish you off like this Corona while Im yawning Ill finish you off like this Corona while Im yawning And roll up that OG kush, like motherfucker Hook Verse 2: Me and Skee been doing this Yall had Snoop Ill put the Piru in this Look at all these fake ass bloods trying to ruin it Everything red down to the Ye Louis kicks And who is this With the all red crucifix Navy blue Cardinal fitted, Im a lunatic Flow like the uzi spit Hoppin out the newest shit, windows down Disturbin the peace Bitch, Im Ludacris Used to be on the block moving rocks from 2 to 6 Jimmy Iovine money, feeding on some Jewish shit Whips transform Shia Lebouf my newest shit Caramelo yellow Camaro 22s And If a nigga run up Im a fuck dem up I sung your new rap niggas, Break: West coast niggas got crazy game When you get off the plane Better guard your chain Man fuck this shit Mars tell these motherfuckers Hook.

Snoop Dogg: May I, kick a little something for Gs And, make a few ends, as I breeze through The shit on my hip is a fucking preview And guess what it lead to Chorus: If you got drugs in this muthafucker, 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 muthafucking brain dont function High of something, high of something Ayy, what I supply taking you high.

Cole them niggas I sold nine mill, made nine mill, and kept it hood nigga Just like Drake told a nigga I made it rain in hundreds like I was Big Meech I made it rain in hundreds when I was with Meech Went from a Cutlass with the old front end To a, um, Benz, stop light jumping Now Imma take you back to where I got jumped in West side Compton, just east of the one ten Hook 2 I just roll weed on your last album And after that Im bout to fuck your girl for bout an hour Look around the club, uh, all I see is cowards Mad cuz I got respect, the money, and the power I just roll weed on your last album And after that Im bout to fuck your girl for bout an hour Look around the club and all I see is cowards Mad cuz I got respect, the money, and all the power Verse 4 No one man should have.

Yeah blood, lets take these niggas back to 96, 11th grade when a nigga was walking the Compton High School.

Welcome to the graveyard Where everybody like to Pray: allahu akbar You scared to say god They call me game Because I play hard So get your helmets and Your face guards I spit holy water, lets have A face off: nicholas cage They say the boy is off the Chain like two pits in a Cage Your girl say my flow the Bomb like I swallow Grenades Respect the rules up in this Shit so you gotta get paid Or you gotta get spayed Like windex with them Twin techs Ill raid on top of insects.

Verse 1 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 dont get the ski mask This is body bag shit, that open the bag spliff Coke in your lungs, a muthafuckin monster is what Ive become Balls hotter than Pablo Escobars stove Got the Venice Queensbridge Escobar flow so.

Brat Brat brat 50 roundsll knock you niggas down Ben Affleck from The Town.

Its the hangover x3 yeah yeah Verse 1 All purple like the wavens hit you with mixtapes till your fuckin chest cave in My flow a nightmare, Wes Craven get it the West craving My style.

I know its been awhile, Nah nigga its been a day since I hit you with that purple tape Niggas know my style, movin them tracks out And The R.E.D.

Album gunna be worth the wait.

Just got a Mazzi, took it to the shop, dropped it Slide through the hood, three boss side pocket, With my side chick and her hair flip like the old sidekick, The world bumping my shit Ohh they think I will make it up here, right x2 Verse 2 Niggaz like Game, you did this yesterday thats right.

And I can prove it to ya, The Heat lost to the Nics in Madison Square, nigga Im like Google to ya.

Watch how I do it to ya, Im the King started my own gang, Shit Im like Harry Hoover to ya.

Scared how that new shit drop, set up shop.

R.E.D. Album gonna drop, them niggas gonn call cotch, Niggas gonna call cops Chuck Taylor in the building Cant see the goons, they blend in, like chameleons Rolling Stones said Im brilliant hottest mixtape since Wayne dropped No Ceilings.

Now I ride round the hood with no ceilings, Everybody in the movies clappin for the villian.

Kanary Diamonds Poppin Like Champagne Song Crack In My

Yo Game, I dont think they ready Palm trees, beautiful women Drop top phantom now this is living Started off chopping crack in my grandma kitchen But yall know that, so lets get down to bidness Outta towners beware, of what you wear Yo son, Im from New York, but we dont care The Crips, the Bloods, the Ess.

Yeah, slow this shit down man Ima let California fuck you now Thats right Yeah, how it feel Yknow California niggas Got big dicks, big trucks, big mouths, big guns Well fuck you all night Straight RnB Black Wall Street Records we dont play no games I mean after 4 hours well fuck you off on a nigga I got the houses; here, Miami Condo in New York, condo in Wilshire I done lived in Beverly Hills Look down the street at Range Rovers, Bentleys and Phantoms passing by As the wind blows through my motherfucking, fades Niggas know what it is wit me nigga California king and thats for life Dont give a fuck what a nigga say Let me introduce ya, to something you not used to Im Californias future Sit back watch what I do to These Dre beats, these Timbaland tracks I just blazed and my spit crack I Scott Storch em we cant afford em Every hot producer seen Game record My flow outta this word, like Neptunes California was dying, I came to the rescue First time Snoop Dogg ever heard me spit His reply was like, Damn, nephew That was 05 And I was so eleven, four hours, six years Im ahead of my time I let you niggas be LeBron Even he cant see Kobe in his prime Picture Kobe in Lebrons Thats too much game Im outta my mind And thats a hot line I think niggas wanna hear me say that one more time Picture Kobe in Lebrons Thats too much game Im outta my mind Outta my soul Been having outta body experiences since I was 7 years old Look at California he aint scared Shot a deuce five fore he had Nike Airs My pops like, There go the block Im like, Where Brass knuckles in my Levis never fight fair 20 years later Im right here Red rag wiping off all white Airs Let a nigga step on em.

Ima go Wycleff on him Could go Raekwon the Chef on him Throwing up a dub, bangin Wu-Tang Riding with a chopper like a young Hussein In a new Range Fuck wit the Crips but Im from the P.I.R.U gang Momma I did it.

I know New York the mecca of hip hop A-town stay doing their thing Chi-town breed Kanye and motherfucking Common Sometimes yall gotta look at California Ay yo Jimmy Iovine, tell Dre these headphones the shit.

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Im the infamous Turbo, you dig And this is WSP radio, where even if you got sloppy walls, you still gettin balls in your jaws Verse 1 - The Game: Walk in the liquor store like where the patrn, I need a whole case Throwin that Britney take out the Ghostface You know that white girl go both ways And you know what I mean if you ever sold yay We can take it from the top like San Jose Or the bottom of the yacht in St.

Tropez So, pop the ros, ok, ok She got a white bronco, call her OJ She like slow man, she my snow flake Dont smoke chronic, but she can sniff the whole eighth Her Columbian.

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