Jackin' For Beats

The Game

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    Straight outta Compton, Chuck Taylor in Brooklyn 8 deep
    And the Desert Storm blew in Ghetto F-A-B
    The only difference between us
    Is the coast and the length of the ninas
    And the rainbow paint on the beamers
    Out here they call me "All Star Game"
    And every nigga with a gun is waiting on the '04 All Star Game
    So while you in the Staples parking lot
    I'm watchin the corners, with the safety on like Ronnie Lott

    [Fabolous]
    Straight outta Brooklyn it's the same youngan
    Slangin that same onion
    Smokin that Cali bud that my nigga Game brung in
    I keep a dame tongue on my dick
    The chain huggin my dick
    The cane brung by the brick, it's ghetto!
    The fiends sprung on me quick
    But I still got 20s of dope that'll have yo brain strung on a fix
    These haters can't stop the rock I pushes
    Cause a nigga move around with more arms than them octipusses, nigga

    [The Game]
    I got a winchester that will turn your vest into confeddi
    I'm Chuck Taylor, the same nigga that put the 6-4 in Chevy
    It's the same nigga that keep the .44 in the Chevy
    With no stash spot, when you in Compton ask coppers
    If that Aston Martin's the same color as grass hoppers
    I'm runnin the rock, not J, Dame Dash of Hoffa
    So when you in Compton, you know who to ask for
    That 21 year old young gun with bricks in the Jaguar, nigga

    [Fabolous]
    The kid push Bentley exaust thru
    And if you see my guns you would think Bush sent me to war too
    Even with chicks beggin me for dick regularly
    A nigga known for gettin rid of weight like Dick Gregory
    I'm New York City's fly guy, you bums don't impress me
    I already got the lead waitin for someone to test me
    You don't wanna be in the news
    Cause when I'm lookin for you
    Not even Bin Laden wanna be in your shoes, nigga

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    [The Game]
    Every ghetto in America, I know that niggaz lettin clips fly
    So I keep that in mind when I'm out in the N-Y
    Niggaz see the Aftermath chain they like f... 50
    Cause we flyin thru Queens in that Ferarri F-50
    Bitches see me in the video, wanna have sex with me
    So keep a box of Magnums and a bag of X with me
    Keep a .38 Magnum stashed in the vette with me
    And it's 'fuck yo life' if you ain't signin check with me

    [Fabolous]
    Nigga I'm eatin, and you be snackin like you on a diet
    That's why you window shoppin actin like you wanna buy it
    Actin like you gonna roit, like you gonna shoot
    When in fact you gone be quiet, like you on mute
    That's proof, you a punk, and you lucky
    There ain't enough room to fit a nigga in my roof or the trunk
    I got a box to quickly hide the gun
    You shouldn't move if you seen Boyz N The Hood
    And when Ricky tried to run

    [The Game]
    Niggaz know when them hollows airin
    I'll turn your Antoine Walker into a throwback Robert Parrish
    With 2 holes under the Celtic
    And you will think your 'Boston Warm-Up' jacket hot
    Till the desert eagle melt it
    I'm a gangsta, and the birds, they love it
    20 with a baby face, and sit on base like Kirby Puckett
    If you can't afford the new Bentley, fuck it!
    Copp yay from Jay, the bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage

    [Fabolous]
    In my hood the slower you move, the quicker they get you
    Sometimes it's somebody in your click that be with you
    That's why my vest is thicker to get thru
    And I keep 2 nines on my shirt like Dickersons shit do
    Why waste my breath when I'm bickering with you
    I'd rather waste my techs till they flicker and hit you
    You sick cause my shit blew
    And you ain't goin' nowhere for a while
    A commercial where Snickers will fit you, fucka!

    [The Game]
    Ain't nothin but a gangsta party when I'm spittin to Pac
    The paint fall off your Miskeen when I'm spittin the Glock
    Before I was 16, I was liftin the drop
    Spittin on cops, pitchin the rock
    Like Charlie Ward before the New York Knicks
    Now you can catch me in Brooklyn with Fab
    On a New York bench, while you old niggaz in rehab
    And if I can't be a hip-hop legend, I'll just die in a ski-mask

    [Fabolous]
    When a gangsta like me ride
    It be suede in it, be shades in it
    Tires that got the rims that Spree made in it
    1 of the prettiest hoes be laid in it
    Blowin the kid faster than pre-paid minutes
    And I'm guessin these haters
    Don't know I keep Wesson & 8ters
    Fully loaded with the vest penetrators
    But if they want it, ya'll can get it
    Ya'll love the way the coast to coast G's did it, nigga!

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