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[The - Verse 1]
You see that red Phantom on them big ass wheels
See I be playin' with cars, I'm like a big ass kid
Crazy wit' cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers
I'll show you how to pop
Fitted cap too big, so it my eyes
That Lambo' that ain't shit, just a disguise
And that top model chick, she for the diamond
And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my chain is (Bright)
As them Las Vegas
It be the same in California when I'm at night
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and Broadway
Havin' meetings all day, my future is (Bright)
As LeBron's, take off on
Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any party
Yeah, makin' it rain, got shit on me
The way I ball, the fuckin' owner come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda I was back
on the radio it's a rap

[Ludacris - 2]

Just touched at L.A.X. LUDA!
That's right! up Game? Fresh out huh?

Don't you it? That nigga named Luda
Slicker than the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger
My money long, your is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And I'll Superman, yooouuu, that ass Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to ya maker
My dick's the Staples Center I'll take you to see the
Swoosh! On that Cali' kush, smokin' like a
So red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the and the fortune, Compton is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun havin' abortions
I ain't havin' it, see 'em in the zone
Fake dope boys is more bass up in my phones
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than
My verses are hot as like I recorded wit' the Devil
I'm on another level, they on the elevator
And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator,
out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn up the radio, it's a rap

[The Game - 3]
See I come from the bottom and call me The Game
But I'm just happy that Beyonce my name
I that Dr. Dre money and I bought me chain
Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a
Then I bought me some pussy, I bought me some brains
But I ain't that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See both of niggas spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me spit
Like sellin' seven records ain't the shit
I win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta
And poppin' Cristal wit' Irv don't me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my niggas make the rise
Readin' my fan mail in jail, Buck told bye
So I'ma it down for them niggas in the South
Slow it down put Rolls Phatom
in my mouth
Throw the Prada on, when I walk in my house
P. Diddy and Tommy Lee know I'm talkin' about
See, I'm fresh outta jail, I know you heard I was
Turn up the it's a rap