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| you see that cherry red phantom on them big ass wheels see i be playin' with them cars i'm like a big ass kid crazy with that cap gun so if we play cops and robbers i'll show you how to pop revolvers fitted cap too big so it covers my eyes that lambo that ain't shit just a public disguise and that top model chick she for that diomand lane and i be driving all crazy cause my diamond chain is bright (bright bright) as them las vegas lights it'd be the same in california when i'm ridin at night and new york i be in midown up and down broadway havin' meetings all day baby my future is bright (bright bright) as the bronze take off from anybody tyra banks on my arm and we crash any party makin it rain ain't got shit on me the way i ball the fuckin owner should come sit on me yeah i'm fresh outta jail you shoulda knew i was back turn up the radio its a wrap. don't you hear it that nigga named luda slicker than rick the ruler whoop ass like lax luger my money long your shit is shorter than oopaloompas and i'm super man yoooooul that ass like lax luther shoot ya to say me gusta i'll take ya to meet your maker my dicks the staple center i'll take ya to see the lakers swoosh [Ya Heard Lyrics On http://www.elyricsworld.com/ ] on that cali kush smokin like a muffler so many red flags i coulda swore i was in russia i got the fame and the fortune compton is scorchin get rid of bullets my gun keeps havin abortions i ain't having it nope see 'em in the dead zone fake dope boys it's more bass up in my headphones adjust your treble i'm heavier than metal my verses are hot as shit like i recorded with the devil i'm on another level they stuck on elevator and i'm bout to blow this bitch Game press the detanator fresh outta georgia ya heard i was back turn up the radio it's a wrap. see i come from the bottom and they call me the game but i'm just happy that beyonce know my name i took that dr dre money and i bought me a chain then i bought me a house then i bought me a range then i bought me some pussy then i bought me some brains. but i ain't buyin that the best rappers is kanye and wayne. see both of them niggas spit but ya'll act like ya'll ain't hear me spit like sellin 7 million records ain't the shit i don't win no grammys nigga i'm too gangsta and poppin crystal with erv don't make me a wanksta see i'm california certified my niggas make the murder rise read my fan mail in jail buck told curtis bye so imma break it down for the niggas in the south slow it down put this rose phantom cream in my mouth throwin prada slippers on when i walk in my house p diddy and tommy lee know what i'm talkin about see i'm fresh outta jail i know you heard i was back so turn up the radio it's a wrap |
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