Ya Heard (feat Ludacris)

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[Intro] Yeah California - New York Chictown know how I get down MIA, ATL wassup Houston, Frisco Detroit get money just like LO Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: The Game] You see that cherry-red Phantom on them big ass wheels See I be playing with them cars I'm like a big ass kid Crazy with that cap gun So if we play Cops 'n' Robbers, I'll show you how to pop revolvers Fit a 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 driving all crazy coz my diamond chain is (bright) As them Las Vegas lights It be the same in California when I'm riding at night And New York I be in midtown, up and down Broadway Having meetings all day baby my future is (bright) As LeBrons take off from anybody Tyra Banks on my arm, we'll crash any party Yeah, making it rain ain't got shit on me The way I ball the fucking owner should come sit on me Yeah I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio, its a wrap [Verse 2: Ludacris] Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda Slicker than Ricta ruler, whoop as like Lex Luger My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa-Loompas And I'll Superman YOU and that ass like Lex Luther ???? I'll take you to meet your maker Right next to the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers (SWISH!) On that Cali cush smoking like a muffler So many red flags I could of sworn I was in Russia I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorching Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps having abortions I ain't having it (Nope) see 'em in the dead zone Fake film boys, there'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 the elevator And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detanator Fresh out of Georgia you heard I was back Turn off the radio, its a wrap [Verse 3: The Game] 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 buying that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne See, both of them niggaz spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me spit Like selling 7 million records ain't the shit I don't win no Grammy's, I'm too gangsta And poppin Cristyle with Irv don't make me a Wanksta See I'm California certified, my niggaz make the murder rise Read my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis "bye" So I'ma break it down for them niggaz in the South Slow it down, put this rose phantom (grill in my mouth) Throw the Prada slippers on when I walk in my house P Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talking about See I'm fresh out of jail I know you heard I was back Turn up the radio, its a wrap

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