• 标题:Ya Heard
  • 歌手:The Game (feat. Ludacris)
  • 专辑:L.A.X.
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    The Game - Ya Heard (feat. Ludacris)

    Yeah
    California - New York
    Chictown know how I get down
    MIA, ATL wassup
    Houston, Frisco
    Detroit get money just like N.O.
    Yeah, yeah
    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
    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
    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