Текст песни The Game - Ya Heard (feat Ludacris)
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Текст песни The Game - Ya Heard (feat Ludacris)
[Intro]YeahCalifornia - New YorkChictown know how I get downMIA, ATL wassupHouston, FriscoDetroit get money just like LO( )Yeah, yeah[Verse 1: The Game]You see that cherry-red Phantom on them big ass wheelsSee I be playing with them cars I'm like a big ass kidCrazy with that cap gunSo if we play Cops 'n' Robbers, I'll show you how to pop revolversFit a cap too big, so it cover my eyesThat Lambo that ain't shit, just a public disguiseAnd that top model chick, she for the diamond laneAnd I be driving all crazy coz my diamond chain is (bright)As them Las Vegas lightsIt be the same in California when I'm riding at nightAnd New York I be in midtown, up and down BroadwayHaving meetings all day baby my future is (bright)As LeBrons take off from anybodyTyra Banks on my arm, we'll crash any partyYeah, making it rain ain't got shit on meThe way I ball the fucking owner should come sit on meYeah I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was backTurn on the radio, its a wrap[Verse 2: Ludacris]Don't you hear it? That nigga named LudaSlicker than Ricta ruler, whoop as like Lex LugerMy money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa-LoompasAnd I'll Superman YOU and that ass like Lex Luther????I'll take you to meet your makerRight next to the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers (SWISH!)On that Cali cush smoking like a mufflerSo many red flags I could of sworn I was in RussiaI got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchingGet rid of bullets, my gun keeps having abortionsI ain't having it (Nope) see 'em in the dead zoneFake film boys, there's more bass up in my headphonesAdjust your treble, I'm heavier than metalMy verses are hot as shit like I recorded with the devilI'm on another level, they stuck on the elevatorAnd I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detanatorFresh out of Georgia you heard I was backTurn off the radio, its a wrap[Verse 3: The Game]See I come from the bottom, and they call me The GameBut I'm just happy that Beyonce know my nameI took that Dr Dre money and I bought me a chainThen I bought me a house, then I bought me a RangeThen I bought me some pussy, then I bought me some brainsBut I ain't buying that the best rappers is Kanye and WayneSee, both of them niggaz spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me spitLike selling 7 million records ain't the shitI don't win no Grammy's, I'm too gangstaAnd poppin Cristyle with Irv don't make me a WankstaSee I'm California certified, my niggaz make the murder riseRead my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis "bye"So I'ma break it down for them niggaz in the SouthSlow it down, put this rose phantom (grill in my mouth)Throw the Prada slippers on when I walk in my houseP Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talking aboutSee I'm fresh out of jail I know you heard I was backTurn up the radio, its a wrap