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And the kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach

Smokin’ that Buddah fillin’
Blowin’ that Kudda illin’
I’m runnin’ through the millions
I’m sittin’ roofless chillin’
Koolaid in the polar bear
They flockin’ cause they know it’s there
Money game, money straight
Like Joe Key and Noah had
That’s no bullshit, game time
Make you niggas change minds
Forfeit, or consume a full clip
Nigga like me eatin’ small fish
With your bitch watchin’ Swordfish
Niggas can’t ignore this
You can’t afford this – extravagant shit
We Louie Gucci Birkin baggin’ this shit
Bag of the piff
Hot-boxin’ in the back of the six
With Jimi Hendrix on, immaculate shit
Long way from Compton
Where we used to bag it in shifts with mags and the clips
Hurricane, right back on the shit
Back on the block with a package of spliffs
From blowin’ cats, it’s the Wiz, what it is

And the kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach

Uh, you niggas want kush? We got ounces
Corgies we got pounds, clips we got rounds
Hundred thousand dollars when I skip through your town
Baller shit, don’t even want a piece, man, we want all of it
Thirty thousand on the piece where my collar sit
Went so hard in the middle, East don’t know what to call this shit
Now I’m buyin’ up all the champagne
Drinkin’ away all of my problems, bitch
Might sound crazy
But I just left the private plane, promoter paid 100k
And I ain’t even stay the whole day
Hit the crib, bought a pound and smoked the whole thing
That Givency Men’s collection, copped the whole thing
Not to mention all these diamonds in my gold ring
Made it to the top with nobody knowin’
Niggas say they safe, but nobody’s showin’
Man he beats this shit, but nobody flowin’
Old Versace shit, the newest Rick Owens
If I’m rollin’ it, you know that it’s potent
With the Game and we smokin’

And the kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach

Hah, it’s self-explanatory how we get it
Roll the purp in a plane ticket
Stat hop to that money, but I don’t ribbit
Post playa ball, nice in the pivot, Jays on but I fuck with Pippin
Kays on when them niggas trippin’
Uh, pools of your partner blood, ya boy stay slippin’
Never tippin’, stay sippin’
Court side, Blake Griffin
Stay missin’, stackin’ fitted while you niggas stay bitchin’
Coka and Boca, the kush of them strokers
Grand daddy and oova, blow that smoke to Jehovah
Four-fifty my motor, use your bitch for my chauffeur
I encoded the cobra, mark priced the Rover
T-top in the Trans, hit the gas and it’s over
Bitch please, this is how we get them hoes the doja
I got shooters, I know growers from Vancouver
Plus I’m cooler than the cooler at your grandmomma’s picnic
Bitch you?
Somethin’ chill from Brazil, on the L
With Wiz and Game, my life is like Corona commercials
Family matters, Kevin Love at you Urkles
That’s them wolves, niggas
They here to reverse birth you
Murk you, lights out no curfew
Bitch ain’t stoppin’ ’til my unborn seed seed’s is rich
Or ’til Jesus sit right next to me
And smoke ’til the seasons switch, my nigga

And the kush became so strong
And the flights became private
And the bread became so long
Fast money and fly whips
We high, don’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach
Now you see why, when we high, can’t stop the smoke
And we fly G5, we so far from coach

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Rolling up with ‘em twenties
Hoes alone in my condo
Getting bitches that lucid
Black Rickie Ricardo
Gucci, Gucci, that Prada, Prada, fireworks in this bitch
Tell them to go in my… they will die…
I supply the work, niggas talk I got them…
Fresh to death I… I fuck the bitch..
Fuck niggas, I ain’t starting to fuck niggas
Hurry up to my track, nigga… what’s up, niggas?..

I’m in the kitchen going hell again
We’re not throwing bottles nigga, we don’t get that…
…the only niggas new that’s …
All you single nigga put this old dick in your old bitch!
I’ve been hard since 06, I’ve been…
That’s why I .. I’ve been popping that Rose!
What them hoes say?
..let my niggas in, let shut them down!
Let’s call them in on Monday
Watch… on Thursday..
Gray stones in my chain, gray stones on Sunday
Bad bitches… you won’t get it one day!
Bitch, you want many for this shit
So many shades on me, I think that… on this bitch
We’re throwing money everywhere
That … that I will never wear
That bad bitch from…
And that…
What? Nelly? where the fuck is Nelly?
Got a bitch.. while a nigga watching belly
Got a bitch ….
I got Louis, I got Louis, nigga my life is a movie…
Them bottles like I’m…
Bitch… coca nut, cream berry, open up
And we’re making that drown, weird nigga I’m gone!

Scream now BF, I ain’t with the BF
Catch me in the city riding hard to the..
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3S
The last nigga tried to do me wrong…
Hold on to that money singing….
I’ll probably catch a…
Cause we’re next and we flex like 90 pm
Working all night, no breaks or recess.
Rum, rum, yeah I know my cars I’m like a T-Rex
Bitch, I’m twenty three years old and I ain’t riding in a Pyrus
My cousin… can’t believe he graduated
Throwing 20000 dollars, tell his ass congratulations
Cause we… made for that shit
But I could probably … made for that shit
…I pray to God that you see me
Money I can… smoking good that’s…
Bad bitch and her cha-cha, grabbing on her chi-chi
Ten thousand dollar bill on my e-mail, you’re mad as hell you’re not…
Chain on… bitch, you know what’s…
Riding around my city and to…

…living the hard nights we’re trapping
They say life’s a game of chess
You gonna play check…
Cause it’s dying away and…
I say yey nigger, I murder that
..niggers say they want… where the fuck is my birthday at?
I got while … I’ve been to jail and…
..she throw back I slam…
Lay back we’re…
That’s cause I do, hoe
Shut up to my new hoe
That pussy pink like… and I thought on that, new…
..what they gonna say, gonna say?
I hit the pedal to that mother fucker break
Celebrate, freaky bitches let the money out
And to live like this, you mother fuckers gotta pay

So let that shit burn, let that shit burn,
let that shit burn, burn
The roof on fire, I’m already getting higher
It’s all that in my pocket…

Bitch, I had one shot on that blunt
..fall off in their…
I got … looking like I’m growing
…the hood behind me like a king cobra

Burn bitch, I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a mother fucker perm bitch
Every day she can see that it’s my turn shit
Shawty give me all that brain, still ain’t learn no… shit

Oh, that’s your girl, damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
That’s your girl, damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She.. I’m on that…
Yeah, I swear that… and now the pussy got a new car smell
The same shit, different day
I’m about no pussy, different day
Don’t turn me down I got shit to say…
I got a bad bitch with them pom pons
My ..don’t tick tack, she sound like a time bomb

Niggas gonna talk? what they gonna say?
I hit the pedal to the mother fucking break
Celebrate, freaky niggas let the money…
..live like this, you mother fuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn, let that shit burn
Let that shit burn, let that shit burn
The roof on fire, I’m only get higher
Fifty racks all in my pocket, no more bottles…
I let that shit burn, burn
I let that shit burn!
The roof on fire, I’m only get higher
Fifty racks all in my pocket, no more bottles…

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I got that scent, I got that scent
I got that scentI got them benz, I got them racks
I got them stacks, flocka

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

Ridin’ round with extendos, niggas think I’m playing Nintento
Niggas say we’re … like rondo, got a nigga I’m gonn need 10 though
Got a harley…for them fuck niggas,
And I got a hard top nigga, I know where to stop, get touch nigga
Then I’m hopping out the car, wassup nigga
Long ones, nigga, load gun, give me hand gun,
You say no fun, got a red bone, she got long legs
She give me long head, she roll on blood
She a monster, hit it from a nigga with a clip
You don’t even wanna see what she’ll do to a bitch
And I just kill a nigga, I’ma kill that pussy
Money 7 that whole clip
… my phantom, can’t fuck with the …
Pronounce for my city, but I’m in Atlanta
Rising is red, just like my bandana
Get hit with the hammer, not money or man
Can copy my swag, can fuck with my grammar
These niggas is hoe, put that on my grandma
I’m soon and it whooping…
On tours on my jaws nigga, … got a horse in front of my car nigga
…fuck y’all niggas

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

I’m turned up to the maximum
I’m ready nigga let’s take it go
You shoe shine so pretty there
I shoe shine so pretty here
I’m everywhere you know it
On red billy I’m black jack
on red flag you know that
your p**sy ass get toe tagged
You John Doe for that fuck shit
I pull up and I buck it
Soulja Soulja and Waka Flocka
pulling over them long choppers
niggas talking that fuck shit
Until a nigga come buck it
I’m off the deck when I’m turning my tellie
came up the water with an automatic
Soulja Soulja will you make it rain
55 diamonds in my mother fucking chain
Pow pow, nigga, bang, bang
Snakes know it is the murder game
Know where I be, know where I am
Know what’s up you know everything

Hook:
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, we’re looking for them fuck niggas
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it like
Who, who want it, who want it, who want it
I’m ridin around with extendos, I’m ridin around with extendos
I’m ridin around with extendos, I count a mill with my eyes closed

I’m rip it down, pocket glow, two glocks that’s some throw aways
Up and down from … street, that’s rivendale road next to the L toe
Smokers like poach, …Christmas folks
from playin counting ribon down nigga I can go both
nigga what is all about, Mollies, weed, coke
BSN my code, bad bitches and we are hundreds on the floor
smell that cush when I walk to the door
throwin stacks nigga I got a sack, put the bands in your head
For the bands, make your best friend put a bullet in your head.

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[Intro]
Hey Walle, get on the phone man, call that nigga Meek Mill
Tell that nigga Meek Mill get on the phone call that nigga Boss
Tell Boss get on the phone, call that nigga French Montana man
Tell this nigga let me hold this beat too man, lego

Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop

Uncle Luke, you better that hoe,
I’m the shit bitch and I know you smell that hoe
Beat the pussy I swoll that hoe
Lick the cat and it ain’t … hoe
Cops be easy never wear that dope
You from the Kim Cain nigga share that hoe
Reall nigga everywhere I go
You got one, you better mad that hoe
She got a fat monkey, a camel toe
She a meenie and she call me daddyo
She like it from the back, no paddy oh
I’m from the …to her daddy know
I’m fresh as fuck, no flat top
I got sit flops in that black drop
I got green things in my backpack
I’m thugging, welcome back Pac
I’m a mac nigga, no laptop
My bitch ass fat and no ass shots
She get motivated when that cans drop
Don’t call my bitch no stripper nigga
She’s an exotic dancer to twerk when you tip her, nigga
Amber Rose ain’t got nothing on my life
Made in good, ain’t got nothing on china
And I ain’t no tiger, I ain’t no tiger
Made in good, ain’t got nothing on china
Shit Japan ain’t got nothing on china
Wish that was me, nothing on china
Damn, there I go again
I ain’t tryna start nothing by speaking nothing on china
Don’t stop, popping that, she pick it up and she dropping it
I like red bones a little chocolate
And I’m asap with that rocket list
And I’m swagging and splashing and fucking these hoes
I’m blowing that kush and it’s stucked in my clothes
They blowing my dick for that nothing they knows
These niggas they know they can’t fuck with the flow
My mind be as cold, my bitches are hot
We walk in the club, she sneak in the Glock
We turning it up, off of peach and Sirock
With bottles and bottles
Like when does it stop?
With models and models they known to be fucking
She say she a virgin I know that she bluffing
I’m not gonna stuff…
I turn on the oven and whoaaa!!!

Coke boy I like home boy
I got a gold impala like gold boy
Twerking it, working it
Like waffle house I’m serving it
They play with it, I’m murking shit
… you square niggas with your circle head
And you don’t stop, what you twerking with
And you don’t stop, what you twerking with
And you don’t stop, what you twerking with
And you don’t stop, what you twerking with

Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop
Pop that, don’t stop, pop that don’t stop.

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A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
They throwin’ bottles, I’m throwin’ models
Just ’cause I give a bitch long pipe
Doing shows on the soccer field, that’s dome right?
I be singin’, he be singin’, so it’s on sight
But hold up, I ain’t give a nigga no green light
This head up, my bread up, one-on-one, what you scared, bruh?
Matter fact, take care bruh, you a pussy nigga
My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice
Shout out to Nicki, man that ass tight
Them eyebrows, man, them shits is yikes
OVO, you overdosed, screamin’ YOLO no, I live twice.

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[Intro]
Hey yo, Arthur, call that nigga Walle,
Tell that nigga to call French Montana
Tell French to call motherfucking Meek Mill
Tell that nigga let me hold this beat one more time nigga
Mmg, waddup?

[The Game]
Rolling up on them 20’s, hoes all over my car though
Getting bitches that lucci, black ricky Ricardo
Gucci, Gucci, that Prada, Prada,
Fireworks in this bitch
Tell them hoes to go on my bottle
They gonna die thirst in this bitch
I supply the work niggas talk I gotta murk
Fresh to death I gotta hearse
I fuck the bitch you by the purse
Fuck nigga, I ain’t stunting no fuck nigga
28 to my truck nigga, pack the track wassup nigga
You don’t ride for them bucks nigga

Yeah, I’m in the kitchen going ham again
We ain’t throwing bottles nigga, we don’t get them hammers in
Tony Parker so real niggas know that’s hoes shit
All you single niggas put this new dick on your old bitch
I’ve been high since 06 I’ve been rich since 08
Since Wale had short hair, I’ve been Popping that Rose
Hey, what them hoes say, hurricane he wanted ten
Walk in the club with 100 rounds
Let my niggas in and we shut it down
That’s calamy on Minday, Rocksbery on Thursday
Toxic on Saturday, tell Arthur I ain’t got a day
Grey stones on my chain, grey stones on Sunday
Bad bitches in line outside, you gonn get it one day, bitch
You aren’t made for this
So many chains on me they think that I slave in this bitch
We throwing money everywhere, that jayz on I don’t never wear
Got a bad bitch from Delaware, that derry on shake the derriere
Whoa, Nelly, where the fuck is Nelly?
Got a bitch yelling ea, while a nigga watching belly
Got a bitch to love ti, got a bitch to love tutu
Tell him soon to the bi, tell them hoes it’s all Gucci
I got Louie, I got Loubies, nigga my life is a movie
Popping bottles like I’m b way, tell them send me like three space
Peach Sirrock, coconut, cranberry, open up
Then we neck in tron, real nigga I’m gone

[Meek Mill]
Chain all V.S. I ain’t with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O’s in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

[Big Sean]
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I’m 23 years old and I ain’t riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can’t believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn’t made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin’ I pray to God that you see me
I’m on a yacht getting hella’ high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi’s
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain’t CC’ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it’s B.S. boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach Greenbay they packed
Y’all niggas was snackin’ ‘member the hard nights we trappin’
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it’s Damier and we bombs away on y’all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera inserted back
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain’t going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin’d yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

[Big Sean]
Niggas wanna talk what they gon’ say (gon’ say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn I’mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I’m only gettin’ higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I’mma let that shit burn

[Big Sean]
Bitch I had one shot and I ain’t blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

[Meek Mill]
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain’t never learned shit

[Big Sean]
Oh that’s your girl? Damn nigga you ain’t learn shit
She naked in my studio I’m on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain’t broke no more it’s a different day
Don’t turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it’s lifting weights
It’s Sean Don sippin’ Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom’s
My Rollie don’t tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom, lil’ bitch

[Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill]

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Ace Hood, Game What Up Ni**a?
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Thank God Momma Son Made It At Twenty Three
Still Remembering A Struggle Hidden Deep In Me
Momma Gone, Ain't No Single Daddy Memory
I Became My Own Man The Age Of Seventeen
Trying Make This Money Flip Like It's A Trampoline
I Was Hard Headed, Grandfather Diabetic
I Was Trying Do It Big, Like I Was Faith Evans
Praying To The Heavens, I Can See My Daughter Smile
Know She Watching Now That Daddy Rip This Record Down
Know I Love You Baby, Tell My God I Said Whatup'
And Know I Seen Em' Just Meeting Ends, So My Family Up
I Should Pray Harder, Instead I Tote A Pistol
Speed Dollar Killers Running If I Ever Whistle
Real Nigga, That's Just My Genetics
Hustle Hard Got My Money Doing Calisthenics
I Stretch Paper, Every Dollar Bill

[Hook: Ace Hood] X2
Niggas Cry Tears, When I See My First Meal (First Meal)
Bad Bitch Wit' Me Bet She Know The Drill
Bad Bitch Wit' Me Bet She Know The Drill
Bad Bad Bitch Wit' Me Bet She Know The Drill

[Verse 2: Game]
I Gotta' Bad Bitch Wit' Me, And She Know The Drill
And She Know My Ex, X Pill
She Only Listen To Me, Ace, And Meek Mill
I Told Her Tat My Name On It, So I Know It's Real
She Know The Value Of A Dollar Bill
She Know How Real Or Fake Them Counterfeit Hunded's Feel
She Know The Difference Between Derrick Rose And D-Wade
She Know The Difference Between Being Broke And Stayin', Paid
She Know The Difference Between Vuve And Spades
She Know The Difference Between Warrants And Raves
Never Confuse When Talkin' Glocks And Dem' K's
Show Her The Shoe, She Put A Number On Dem' J's
Like, It Dem' Is Cool Grays
I'm Like, Dem' Is Cool Shades
I'm Like, Dem' Is Spike Lee's
She Like, Yeah Schooldays
And She Bang The Documentary Still
Said That Motherfucka' Cold, Yeah, Buffalo Bill

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I Ain't Never Ran From Nobody, And I Never Will
Lunch Time On These Niggas, Cuz' I'm On My Second Meal
I Just Dropped A Mixtape, Lookin' Like My Second Deal
Club Live Thirty Bottles, And I'm On My Second Bill
And I Be Gettin' High As My Electric Bill
Ask Bout' Me In The Hood, They Say I'm Extra Real
Cuz' Ain't Nobody Never Rob Me, I Ain't Never Squeal
And Ain't Nobody Never Try, My Niggas Love To Kill
Ridin' Round Wit' Chuck, But It Ain't A Game Though
My Black Wall Niggas, Told Me You A Lame Though
The Block Got A Beam On It, Like Kano
But Man It Took Some Lemon Squeeze's, Just To Split Your Mango
My Down Bitch, Never Count To Counterfeit
Cuz' You Know The Real From Fake, I Had To Learn Some Shit
Before I Ever Thought Of Rap, I Had A Pound To Get
And The Piece Is Steel, I Never Thought I See A Mill

[Hook]

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[Hook: Drake]
You Tryna Come Up, I Am The Come Up
I Be Standin’ Right Here When The Sun Up
You Be Gettin’ Done Up If You Niggas Try And Run Up
You Livin’ Good, Go ‘head And Throw A One Up
You Tryna Come Up, I Am The Come Up
I Be Standin’ Right Here When The Sun Up
You Be Gettin’ Done Up If You Niggas Try And Run Up
You Livin’ Good, Go ‘head And Throw Ya One Up

Scream Out, Blat-blatow Blat-blat-blatow, Blat-blat-blatow
How Ya Like Me Now?
I’m Like Blat-blatow, Blat-blat-blatow, Blat-blat-blatow
How Ya Like Me Now?
It Go Like Blat-blatow Blat-blat-blatow, Blat-blat-blatow
How Ya Like Me Now?
I’m Like Blat-blatow, Blat-blat-blatow, Blat-blat-blatow
How Ya Like Me Now?

[Verse 1: Game]
My Nigga Funeral Fab Told Be Back In ’03
Rap Ain’t Nothin’ But Cash, Money, Bitches, Foreign Cars And Trees
Cristal By The Cases, Bad Bitches By The Flocks
And I Know I Promised My Niggas I’d Never Leave The Block
But, Shit Changes
I Done Been Through Six Ranges
Hand On The Eagle, Yeah I Got Them Mike Vick Fingas
Throwin’ Bullets On Par With The Accuracy
Hit Your Whole Faculty, Like, Ain’t Nobody Jackin’ Me
Before You Do, You Be Layin’ In A Box
While Jay Kiss That Ass Goodbye, *mwuah*, Lox
First Shot, Leave The Niggas In Shock
That Second Shot, That’s When That Body Drop (Ya Heard Me?)
And Niggas Still Askin’ ’bout Detox
I’ll Tell You If You Tell Me Who Killed Pac
Aight Then, I’m At This Pacquiao Fight Then, With Tyson
The Way He’s Stickin’, And Movin’ The Knife, Floyd Might Win

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lifestyle]
Testarossa, Keep An Extra Toaster
It’s Hub City’s Finest, They Respect The Most
My Nigga Game Do That, My Nigga Tiger Do That
Heard About The New Cat, I Whipped The Range Through That
I’m In Toronto, Demar Got A Condo
Sittin’ Courtside With Drake, Hector And Rondo
Bitches Know My Name, It’s Lifestyle, She Fuck With That
Dick Too Big, Like My Lifestyle, You Fuck With That?
Poppin’ Champagne, We Do The Damn Thing
Standin’ On The Couches, Money Gang, That’s The Campaign
B? In My Pocket, Obama On My Wrist
At The Ronald Reagan Airport, Yeah, I’m On My Shit
Louis Vuitton Luggage, Peanut Butter With The Red Wheels
Started When The RED Album Dropped, Yeah, I’m Gettin’ Head Still
In The Club, Lookin’ Past You Niggas
These Bitches Gas Them Niggas, Drizzy, Ask Them Niggas

[Hook]

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..I’m all Martin… call me Martin John Queen
With Josephine baking in the… on them shiny toes
Glass slipper niggers which is Cinderella…
I’m a shark in the water
You’ve seen my flippers and my fiends
The pool is my palace, go and send the niggers in!
Rockstar, let’s take the Bentley for a swim
I run the world, take the hood to the gym
Stretch it all out, get it all thin
Back on my ..get it all again
Rap on my bag, bitch, hit up on my…
You think you’re hot now, with… no higher than my highbrows
This should be a scene, clean!
Float clear, kinda like a… or like a Cinderella…
Or like Cinderella barefoot.
No matter how many angles are cruised
The more on the story, you can’t feel my shoes!

Mass motor run, in a mass…
Touche Ferrari drop top, but it came with a two pay
Niggers say that cost like us, but do they?
..and strippers from Atlanta
Menage a trois, I let ‘em fuck, I watch staying on my…
Only when I’m punching the… up on the block, everything…
Stay on my grind, chasing dollar signs, popping…
And I’m a GA, money is trying easy, nigger
No more shit for easy, but… nigger
…cops pop up, you can go to Iraq,
take all the straps and come back, it couldn’t stop us
Ask them what the top does, page our…
…and get us all locked up
Fuck niggers, and I’m talking for my hundred trigger
Now come get it nigger, cause I’m sick of niggers!

Chorus:
Hating on my you’re wasting your time
Nigger wanna kill me to go stand in that line
Kill that shit, I ain’t trying to hear that shit
I know you hear that shit, so niggers stay on
What your bullshit?
Stay on, stay on
New pay, tell ‘em nigger
Stay on, stay on
Me and my niggers try to stay on

Usually wake up early like them Philly niggers in the… spot
Roll the Cush, hey yo go get a Philly nigger!
First smoke a … swimming…
We push it off spots, till they get us off blocks
Straight without pops then bagging in…
Watch with top cops, cause we nourish our own props
Smoking like ..inside of the …
The word upon my residential, all my credentials
My flow a cocktail through a…
..I’mma rap a niggers fear, no need for… to keep the flavor in here
Keep the Lambo in fifth gear, catch me on the sunny day…
Can’t get to LA, I think I made it clear
Ain’t nobody out, selling five besides Eminem and…

Chorus:
Hate niggers,you’re wasting your time
Nigger wanna kill me to go stand in that line
Kill that shit, I ain’t trying to hear that shit
I know you hear that shit, so niggers stay on
What your bullshit?
Stay on, stay on
New pay, tell ‘em nigger
Stay on, stay on
Me and my niggers try to stay on

Now I’ve been rapping for nine years, four months,
forty five, forty six, forty seven seconds
I was Dr. Dree’s weapon, had the option to stay, and keep serving.
Made some Rooky mistakes, but so did…
I fucked the bad bitch, but that was last night
And I ain’t gonna say the names, but she was singing
And I asked tight.
This year I’m getting my cash right
Thirty years old, let Draco, soldier boy live a fast life
Whoever said the game right, changed that …
Nigger fuck up rap!
I brought the flame back!
Couple hours later still the same cat
And my PO, only mother fucker thinking that I…
Next time you doubt me, I’mma head my account down South
You can do this rap shit, without me
I’m out G, in a twenty eleven…
You’re for real, let ‘em know!

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Chorus:
It must be tough, seeing your boys doing the same shit
Ride around in things that you can’t get!
With the windows down, puffing like it ain’t shit
It must be tough, it must be tough
Seeing the glam from a…
Seeing twenty … looking dangerous
Everybody… the same shit
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!

It must be tough watching a nigger ball like…
My cause is all yellow, my broads is all yellow!
What’s wrong with you, fellows?
You’re fucking off my energy
Used to be my ace, now you’re wasting my Hennessy.
The remedy for haters is crack tables in Vegas
That cracking getting … I’m stacking that paper baby
Maybe I should get a maybe, or maybe I should baby
My cash money is crazy, I crashed my Mercedes.
And bought me a Ferrari, the license plates say sorry
The inside is safari, you think…
When the sun hit that bitch, land on my wrist..
you better keep your arm on your bitch, man, or you will ..
And it’s insane, man!
Your bitch gonna make it rain…
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Chorus:
It must be tough, seeing your boys doing the same shit
Ride around in things that you can’t get!
With the windows down, puffing like it ain’t shit
It must be tough, it must be tough
Seeing the glam from a…
Seeing twenty … looking dangerous
Everybody… the same shit
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!

I brush them haters off, like fuck out of here
Open my garage, pull that Porsche truck lout of here
Like fuck out of here, I’m…
I’m jump in my … doing like …
I’mma ride it, yeah, I’m a roller, bitch!
I might be doing…
I get money with the players, they’re ducking and dug…
For my bread, bring the… cause they’re sick on the..
Acting like I don’t get it, act it like I don’t hustle
Acting like I don’t get it, acting like I don’t rustle
..you wonder where I be, acting like I don’t trust you
…fuck you, next time I see you, I cut you!
..cause last I hunt you, I felt the negative energy
Nigger I could have snuffed you!
Buy a hater cause I’m feeling like Jedi
Nigger, we gonna make it!

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Ten, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!
Count it up!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Ten, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!

How many cars we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
How many cribs we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
How many whores we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
How many times we told ya?
Thousands, thousands!
How many … we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
How many guns we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
How many haters we got, nigger?
Thousands, thousands!
Damn, it must be tough!

Chorus:
It must be tough, seeing your boys doing the same shit
Ride around in things that you can’t get!
With the windows down, puffing like it ain’t shit
It must be tough, it must be tough
Seeing the glam from a…
Seeing twenty … looking dangerous
Everybody pay… the same shit
Count money, nigger!
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Thousands, thousands, thousands!
It must be tough!

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We’re back again, as we welcome you to the Republic
California A
California Republic mix-tape
Long waiting, trapping Tuesday
Bitch!

Today’s a ..and everyday is OK
Is like everyday is summertime in LA!

Yeah! …home of the fiends, home of the monsters, home of triple babes
Home of the… fucking dreams
where most niggers I grew up with ain’t make it to see their teens
Ain’t no Freddy, ain’t no Jason, but niggers too scared to dream
And they’re ripping pages out of in books by Dr. King.
You don’t wanna know half the shit I see
When reading the magazines, get you hit with the magazines.
Niggers ain’t scared of murder, cause the jail is too pack
Killing niggers he’ll be out before the…
I see raiders snap back by a starter
Then I see…make socks head harder
Then I see Machiavelli go a …
Then I see that… then I knew it was my call
G to fuck up I die…

Today’s a ..and everyday is OK
Is like everyday is summertime in LA!

Yeah, stop!
I’m rising in this game and it feels great
Still trying to keep it real, niggers still fake
I’m so impatient, but I still wait
Drop the marathon in November, niggers still late
I still show love when I feel hate
On a scale to one to ten, I need a high heel …
Or better, blowing this chatter like I’m Bill Gates
Whatever, I’m in the wind feel this…
Smoking ..eating Peruvian
I know Miami beach, my niggers…
Just like Beverly Hills, the bitches we’re usually with
Wishing on a star, nigger…
And if I loss a… went tripping on
Look, it sound crazy when I say it
But the fear of falling off is the only thing I can take it straight

Today’s a ..and everyday is OK
Is like everyday is summertime in LA!

I got my hoodie on, it’s a starter
I’mma rock this mother fucker for…
I’mma rock this mother fucker for… starter
Then he could have had …
That ain’t the first time, it won’t be the last
See reflections of my past while I guzzle through this past
Make me wanna run upon you with the…and the cash
Retaliation is none, niggers can’t afford to…
Got a mansion in the hills …
Red ghosts in the driveway and… by the lake
Spend the time with my daughter… gotta wait
Let the nigger call her a… he gonna eat a 38
I’m supposed to be this fucking rich, I’m supposed to be this fucking great
I’m a menace to society, known as…
For me my niggers…

Today’s a ..and everyday is OK
Is like everyday is summertime in LA!

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Wake up in the morning, feeling like a G
Got them number 4′s on my feet
And the Lakers just beat the Heat
Clippers beat the Knicks, think it’s bout to be a good week
Yeah I’m rich forever, you know I got them good seats
Now let’s hit up Grey Stone get our fucking ace on
Know I’m in the vip, throwing back straight ‘ Tron
Goons with me case we gotta get our fucking ape on
Niggas play Superman, better have that cape on
My niggas pop up out of nowhere, stay…
But I’m cooling …play them drake songs,
And bring it back to the west side, play them a songs
Cause little mama know, we’re only in here for one night
A week though, and watch out for them wolves
Dressed in them sheep clothes
She don’t really club, but I bet that ass a freak, though

We’re only in here for one night, a week though,
We’re only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a … wish I had a …
Wish I had a … wish I had a …

Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
You know you … me, before I had that
She wanna body off, I’ll be her new addition
She play for Louis Vuitons, must be her true religion
Now I’m looking for …or somebody with a body like China
China? The one from king of diamonds who designed them
I call her… Ferrari’s on her birthday
And I’ma make sure everyday is like the first day
She want another round, fuck it to another round
I don’t just beat the pussy, I …to the ground
Everyday another girl in another town
I don’t just beat the pussy, I …to the ground

We’re only in here for one night, a week though,
We’re only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a … wish I had a …
Wish I had a … wish I had a …

Sunday night, Grey Stone, neck full of gray stones
Staring at the crowd, trying to see who I’ma take home
Game … I be on the champagne
Bitches all around us, trying to watch us do the damn thang
… chicks like, oh he back, welcome to my house party
Og, roll it back, … keep a few loaded…
Bitch sneakers showing out, real niggas nodes that
California lifestyle, fucking with my nigga Chuck
… Young Chris, nigga what, all we know is get to it
Stack high live it up, fucking with that Grey Stone
Everybody get them up, yeah

We’re only in here for one night, a week though,
We’re only in here for one night, I said a week though,
Wish I had a … wish I had a …
Wish I had a … wish I had a …

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hey yo i'm full of that purp
can't be fucked with when i'm rolling
i like that backwood up and put that sun roof in motion
i hit the block like what, them boys can't fuck with that phantom
put them 6s down in buck kid, i fuck with atlanta
got that huge blow and rocks up in this
shining like the staple center lights when kobe go for 40 looking like mike!
don't compare me to these rap niggas i'm nothing like them, i swear to god
i did went through hurt before, chris humphrey my dick big
you can ask the broads, i like my bitch authentic no fake
titties or ass
when she do i ricky ruby on that hoe, i pass
since ... fucking with the lights out
when the shit on like a ... i fight though
i don't wanna fight though, wanna lose your life though
so pull a 38 on yeah, turn a nigga mike on

yeah, i'm fucked up and they hating
turn all these rap niggas into blood zulu nation
yeah, soldiers, the diamonds in your chain
bigger than that nigga face and that's foul, game

i'm fucked up and i'm faded
i said i'm fucked up and i'm faded
we got peach sirock syrup 'tron, peach sirock syrup 'tron, peach sirock syrup 'tron,
faded, i'm faded, faded
she faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, i'm fucked up

puff pop and i pass on, rich nigga young asshole
fuck you trying to tell me, go bars for the cash bro
i took charge and i went hard
held it down for my fuck squad
fuck you niggas talk about
time we bring them racks out
welcome to my spaceship, that shit look like a trap house
go ahead and bring the benz out
recoup your hoe and we freezed up
pound ... that's a beat up, 50 k on my sleeve bro
and i'm fresh fuck and my sleeve up
these niggas riding won't be us
everyday we get the bump, riding round smoking ...
2012 red bentley mean, gang driving through compton
bad bitches by the dozen, no police i ain't coughing
and niggas saying they got swag
but it's money gang or nothing
i'm high as fuck see it in my eyes
shouts out game that number 5
fresh as fuck till a nigga die
gonna write my name up in the sky
fuck you niggas talking bout, we get cash by large amounts
i'm fucked up and i'm faded, got a mansion up in las vegas

i'm fucked up and i'm faded
i said i'm fucked up and i'm faded
we got peach sirock syrup 'tron, peach sirock syrup 'tron, peach sirock syrup 'tron,
faded, i'm faded, faded
she faded, faded, he faded, faded, we faded,
faded, faded, faded, faded, faded, i'm fucked up.

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hey girl take it off liek you ina dressign room in the ..
and we can get it poppin liek the ..
when the true .. i’m goign down tattoos
..otut he sheos on ym shoulders
i want that pretty bron ..
dont’ wanna sleep

baby you been on my mind
and i think ti’s time that you go there
i’ma rining this room
you aint’ leaving no time soon
i’m bout to eat that .. i’k givin other round
abbay call me at the abr
why dont’ you take your clothes off

..give it ll
you cna .. give it all
let me .. you and me
..take ti off

what you thought ..
i ahev you ..on lud
..floor
and you ..to ride
why i gotta give you ..
i know you liek when i full your hair

i’m talking ..the shit you and me
baby take it off

i push this on my life
let me ..take it off , take it off
..take it off

..since the mornign morning,
we don’t stop we keep going going ..
since the morning
all night ..going going
..flowing unforgivable liek p diddy ..
we gettin in on
and she be hittin hihg
we be makin
i make em get on the knees
she be callin nme name
she ain’t callin …
all fo my chanin i get hurt on the range
good life

such .. i know you just wanna ..
take it off… take it off
..to your knees,take ti off

break it down and go low
break it down and go low
won’t stop, won’t stop

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[chorus]
we can change the world with our love
you don't have to be insecure
you got my heart and you know it
and i just you to know that
we can change the world with out love

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i live in a free world,
feel like i’m entitled to at least 3 girls
but who knows, one of y’all could be my personal slave
i don’t mean for the cleaning
i mean change my lifestyle and chase away the demons
spray her with rose, show her she ain’t dreaming
she shine brighter than the moon, i’ma call her venus
i made me serena the way she look in them…
let me get that bbm, you ain’t got a man yet
that’s the type of girl i like, showing off the pearly whites
watch basketball wise man, she call it the early night
yeah, it’s like she fell from the sky
she ain’t got wings but i swear that girl fly

he said, homie you’re my heart,
so i’m aiming for your heart
he said everything you do is making me fall in love with you
and i said boy i don’t know why
i’m just myself enough …try
promise this isn’t lie, boy don’t take me up so high
and let me fall
cause if you let me fall alone
i’ll write your name in the sky
and let the whole world know why
it’s your fault
don’t let and angel fall alone
can’t let an angel fall alone

he said …down the guard,
you don’t know how sake you are
i will take her off your heart
you’ll never be in the dark
and i said boy you never know
cause i’ve heard this all before
you be there now, disappear later
nowhere to be found, do me a favor please

don’t tell me what you want me to hear
tell me the truth
will you be here with me
would you let me fall?
cause if you let me fall alone
i’ll write your name in the sky
and let the whole world know why
it’s your fault
don’t let and angel fall alone
can’t let an angel fall alone

whoa, don’t let me fall alone
oh yeah, i know what i …
don’t wanna end up hurt
boy you can build my hopes up high
let me fall

cause if you let me fall alone
i’ll write your name in the sky
and let the whole world know why
it’s your fault
don’t let and angel fall alone
can’t let an angel fall alone.

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she said she wants some christians
she get out of work at five
so i took her ass to church
and got her baptize
yeah you are christian now
you are christian down
so pick up that bottle and …

girl ypou pick up the ..
walk to the register
i am about to take your ass to coach
and we are gonna have ..
whatever we got to be
.. i am gonna fly first class
and you are gonna be …
put a little patrol bottles ..
get a whole of .. now you are a hell …
tell them how .. sucking on my …
talking about get you a ring bitch
i put you on .. smartphone
burberry .. all these hoes want
money money money
money money money
money money money
money money money
money money money

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[verse 1:]
all you bitches is nicki minaj sons
so get her a trash bag so she can pick up her ones
she bend down i see her tracks
i make it rain she throw it back
and all this money keep me and pussy, no kat stacks
but i got racks on racks on racks
pool side at the w, take a puff and relax
it's that millionaire lifestyle, audemar iced out
order more spades then hit 'em with that lifestyle
but these fakes hoes won't leave me alone
fake bag, fake ass and she beggin' for patron
my credit making good, my money need a loan
and them heels you got on, pound sign

[hook:]
basic bitch
i got a bitch with me, she got a bitch with her
and i ain’t talkin' 'bout no basic bitch
beyoncé, laced front on
who you trying to front on? and stunt on?
you just a basic bitch, she got a fake louie
fake (?), fake booty
so she a basic bitch
at the club all weekend, she trying to get rich
but all i got is this dick for a basic bitch

[verse 2:]
so knock it off with your knock-off
you give head to any nigga riding with his top off
you the type i’d knock off, forget i ever met you
block you on twitter, never bbm or text you
lookin’ for the next you, i just wanted to sex you
hit you on the d-low, i’m cee-lo, f you
cause everytime i’m up in the club looking for hoes
everything look good off a couple bottles of rose
down low with your swag, stuntin’ off of your toes
and paintin’ a mental picture of you without all your clothes
have you ever fucked a millionaire in the back on a rose?
with amber rose? i ain’t talking ’bout no

[hook]

[verse 3]
i can tell by your avatar, you never had caviar
your friends can’t go, you can’t go, you don’t have a car
but that weave hanging down to your ass
bitch ain’t from dallas, but she rooting for the mav’s
you a bandwagon ho fo sho’
you up in every video takin’ off your clothes
i thought i told you that you wouldn’t get far
melissa forgets, (?) child’s mad at how honda accord is
2012 range, now look how times change
you bitches’ll never get a ring, lebron james
cause i got all the game, used to move daddy the king
gettin’ dirty money with my lil’

[hook]

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[Intro: Boyz in the Hood]
“Shit! Rick!
C’mon man! ”

“Ricky! ”
“Help me! Help me! Somebody, help me! ”
“Ricky, Ricky! ”
“Ricky! ”

[Verse 1:]
Blood of a slave, heart of a giant
Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant
That was five years ago, look how fast it go
Destroyin’ Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico
But fuck that, blaze one, where the matches yo?
Hit the freeway and see how fast the Aston go
Roll the window down, clip off the ashes so
You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I blow
How many bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive
How many goons I got, count ‘em and they all outside
Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom
But standin’ in the window caine smoking was the outcome
Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion
So niggas think twice about my medallion or
You’ll hear Cuba Gooding yelling “Ricky! ”
My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch
Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the bitch
Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than Griffey did
And just to think, several years ago they tried to split his wig
Two to the chest, struck his heart, one hit his rib
Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I could hear…

[Verse 2:]
Feelin’ all fucked up, woke up to a doctor
All I could think about, was that the cops took my weed and my choppers
They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective
Get this clear like Belvedere vodka
Them five shots created a monster
Hell’s Kitchen comin’ straight out of Compton
I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
2Pac was the real life “Ricky! ”
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I’m lying then Compton is New York and I’m Rakim
I’m from where niggas get murdered over stock rims
And punched in the jaw just for a cocked brim
Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain’t got no options
Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in
Then my grandmother house went up for auction
And that’s what tipped [?], I’m goin’ back to buy the block then
Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
With they faith under stockings, rather face God then 25 with no options
If Compton ain’t the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin’ off the ground
This how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down…

[Sample from Boyz in the Hood: Crying]

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[Game]
Since BIG ain’t 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 ain’t 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 don’t, you gon’ really love us (I said I wont)
Please don’t use us, don’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 loves 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 don’t, you gon’ really love us
Please don’t use us, don’t
[Game - Verse 3]
Drizzy, I’m sittin here watchin’ Basketball Wives
Like ugh, them is basketball wives?
Only cute one, Gloria, that’s my nigga Matt Barnes chick
Can’t swim in that poon fool, that’s 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 don’t make the good girls go bad, no
Don’t make the good girls go bad, no
If you don’t, you gon’ really love us
Please don’t use us, don’t
[Game - Outro]
Word on the news stand, Alicia got herself a man
And that’s 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

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