God Speed by Game
When you hear that sound, you already know what time it is
I Only Drop classics and we back again with another one
The duo you love to hate, live from Los Angeles The Game, I am DJ SKEE
I just want y'all to understand what I'm about to do
Keep it gangsta in this Luis Vuitton designer suit
In front of club Liv stunnin' in that Masi coupe
Then we're gonna check China see what King of Diamonds do
Pass the kush to A.R. when I recline the roof
That nigga get down for me like I'm about to shoot
Tell em' its Money Gang my nigga Sonic real, and Kid Red be running trains like a monorail
Introduce you to my team niggas you need to know, we popping spades the bottles look like CP3O
Blowing that loud security telling us to keep it low
But when you pay me for a walk through this is what you need to know
We smoking all night Kev got a handle for me and tell the owner that 12 bottles is mandatory
And we gon' need a few Cirocs and them Gooses too
Same go for Green house and Dream down in Huston too
Watching Malaya eating shrimp while I throw these ones
Jazz drunk as fuck cause every time I look he show his gun
Every time we at the strip club he got the coldest one
Surrounded by killas cause J-Prince knows his son
And I'm aight with that cause Rap-A-Lot my fam and every time J ask me can I dot dot? Yeah I can
Cause he been looking out for me before the Drake co-sign, and I was there when him and Tune heard that Drake was gon' sign
But look at Drake now every time that I need something he do it and say [Drake] "Game holla if you need something"
And thats loyalty in an industry thats full of snakes where niggas send a bottle to your table just to show their face
And bitches standing looking pretty just to get a glass of Ace, most of these hoes dumb it ain't nothing but an ass and face
But if you are the ones thats lucky enough to stand up on this couch make sure as soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out
I hate you fake hoes I swear I hate you fake hoes, your fake ass your fake nose you never gon' be J-Lo
Nicki put you on that Mike Kors got you thinking that you on the right course to fuck the nigga in that white Porsche
But I got news for you, got a wifey and three kids at home and I can't even start to count how many times we've been to Rome
|
