t learn to lean They gold cups missing stones, turning green I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good [Hook] [Verse Two] God was in a good mood, on the day he made me I'm from the projects
tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision You reach and I'll put a dot
don't see none of you pussies, fuck that shit you be taklin Rep Miami the ghettos (Dade County), every hood and the projects And when I drop off my singles
Weh yuh deh pon? Warminister! Ha ha? Dem fi know, Yeah! Game! fuck wid dem. [Verse 1 - The Game] Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallway in the projects
on me, is that necessary? Do I, to you, look like a lame Who don't understand a broad with a mean shoot game Who's up on dot dot dot and Vera Wang Ma
_ Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell I got this indian squaw the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather She said
way The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots
to H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't shit changed, except the number after the dot
, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot
sensational style, down to all of my automobiles wit no miles, yellow corvettes, black rally stripes, and I never phone ahead, all she do is hear the pipes, project
tha sensational style, Down to all of my automobiles with no miles, yellow corvettes, black rally stripes, and I never phone ahead, all she do is hear the pipes, project
the body armor, I was raised on the cold, death before dishonor, And what's funny, I could of been that way, If I never made it, red dot pointed at ya
'cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal from my rivals Cross the T's and dot
we long for You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war [Myalansky] Peace to those men who do crimes ande never been arrested Project cats with
See mi a seh Kardinal weh dem waan to test yuh skill (Yeah!) Up to di time (Heh Heh) you know it's (Celebrity Face) Kardinal Offishall (T Dot nigga) Kardinal
you backed up Keep my dogs fed, so they can shit when niggas act up It's the L, nigga, dot com, dot hot lead red dot on your head be And the rappers
