Bad Intentions

The Game

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    Bad intentions nigga
    Fucking with the wrong one
    Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one
    Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars
    Drive foreign cars into the stars
    Fuck bitches at our leisure
    Stuff dick inside they throat til they have seizures
    Hoes down, B's up
    Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson
    Start trippin, I like his jewelry, then I'm robbin son
    Fuck a platinum plaque nigga hood with it
    Bouncin that impala down the shore like what's good with it?
    I'm a made man, I wear J's and
    I been around more rocks than a fuckin cave man
    I done sold it and bagged it
    I done drove it and crashed it
    Fucked my credit up smashin the Ashton
    FYI nigga I got a magnum,
    Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher
    I'm a motherfuckin butcher
    Leave me around anything white and I'm a cook it
    I be all up in the kitchin
    No need for an apron, playboy
    I'm a professional, I'm cakin playboy
    The last real D-boy up in this rap shit
    Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits? cash
    ? Fuckin with the bomb squad
    Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned god
    Church, Higher power
    Impala sittin clean like it took 5 showers
    Nigga I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt me
    Your chest'll be full and my clip will be empty
    I'm simply one of the most raw niggas in this shit
    Why you think that I got in this shit?
    Paid for my momma house, bout 700k
    Can't stop smokin but I'm down to a blunt a day
    Yay, I mean yayo
    On the block sun up sun down like where the day go?
    We come through chargin nigga like San Diego
    Seventeen chargers, couple of em same color but the shit is ok though
    Cause all my niggas on the payroll get caught slippin, get a halo
    And I ain't talking bout the x-box
    Niggas let the tech knock
    Welcome to the real life, black ops
    Where it's still fuck the police, white and black cop
    And we ain't killin Jonny, no
    Nigga give em an ass shot
    Put him on injured reserve
    Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word
    That's how I get down, all you rap niggas floppin
    Who talkin shit now? only Drake and Yay worth coppin
    I take a hiatus, spend a little time gamblin in Vegas
    Come back to back runnin faster than five Lakers
    So mother fuck a hater and his family
    About to finish the R.E.D. album up in Miami
    Lebron can't stand me, cause I got this purp in my cup
    24s on the truck, Laker game nigga what?
    Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang
    See the chrome boy? and my mother fuckin home boys
    But I'm from Cali not to be confused with Khaled
    He say that we the best but I'm the best that's valid
    And before you try to say that that's a diss,
    I was up at Khaled's house two days ago bitch
    Sippin on a Long Island ice tea with a white bitch
    That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey
    The wife be at home with the kid's
    Look at them and see how a motherfucker live
    24 cars, 5 and a half cribs, I was spending money like goin broke was the shit, shit.

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