Ya Heard Lyrics - L.a.x - Game

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 wit' that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers 

I'll show you how to pop revolvers 

Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes 

That Lambo' that ain't shit, just a public disguise 

And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane 

And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (Bright) 

As them Las Vegas lights 

It be the same in California when I'm ridin' at night 

In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway 

Havin' meetings all day, baby my future is (Bright) 

As LeBron's, take off on anybody 

Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any party 

Yeah, 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 out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back 

Turn on the radio it's a rap 

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Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA! 

That's right! What up Game? Fresh out huh? 

Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda 

Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger 

My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas 

And I'll Superman, yooouuu, that ass like Lex Luther 

Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya maker 

My dick's the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers 

Swoosh! On that Cali' kush, smokin' like a muffler 

So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia 

Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin' 

Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin' abortions 

I ain't havin' it, see 'em in the dead zone 

Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones 

Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal 

My verses are hot as shit like I recorded wit' the Devil 

I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator 

And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator, like 

Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn up the radio, it's a rap 

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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 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 y'all act like you don't hear me spit 

Like sellin' seven million records ain't the shit 

I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta 

And poppin' Cristal wit' Irv don't make me a wanksta 

See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder rise 

Readin' my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye 

So I'ma break it down for them niggas in the South 

Slow it down put this Rolls Phatom 

Grill in my mouth 

Throw the 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 

Turn up the radio it's a rap