[Game - Verse 1]
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Big blunts in the air, I don't even care
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Spilling Ace of Spades on my all white airs
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Stuntin in my J's
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I got every pair, they put out since '85
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Cus a n?ga bout his gear
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Hoes all up in my ear, cus I'm stylin'
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Try to go bottle for bottle with us,
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Can't do it, money we runnin through us
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So competition throw the towel in
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We over here, with fireworks up in the air
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Bitches with good hair, cus you know we about to spark
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Bobby Ray just walked in, Wiz about to park
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The party bout to start, jewelry glowing in the dark
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We got all the bitches wet, Skylar Diggins from the?
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And you know your boy is sharp, cus she in my bed
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I tell her take her clothes off, and open her legs
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Keep them Louboutins on when she giving head
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Cus you already know my favorite colour RED!
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I'm gettin bread while I'm
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[Game Chorus]
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Standing on the corner
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Watching my logo
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I got my dime in the crib, iron in my Polo
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Soon as your boy hit the streets, you know that I'm clean
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So fresh and so clean, Outcast know what I mean
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I throw that Andre 3000, one in the changer
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And I don't ride through the hood, with out one in the chamber
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You know I used to broke but... now n?ga I'm getting it
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[B.o.B - Verse 2]
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As I roll up up, I sit back and laugh in amazement
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As how this all started in bottom of a basement
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Back when I got started, n?ga saying "your shit is basic"
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Now when you mention me, you must say Grammy nominated
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All these haters drunk of hate, they basically wasted
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Call a cab for these n?gas, cus they aint gon make it
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Can somebody please tell me just where Bobby Ray is
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Well he's prolly faded, prolly in a spaceship
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Prolly outside of his mind, cus you know he crazy
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But I kind of dig his style, it's pretty contagious
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Man them... prolly doing him all kind of favors
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I mean, it's gotta be absolutely outrageous
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Well, I couldn't tell you what it is
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More people tell me that they down, the bigger that I get
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But I just keep doing my thang, cruise control in my own lane
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And let these suckas complain
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[B.o.B - Chorus 2]
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I'm standing on the corner, watching the world go
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I got my dime in the crib, holding up their dolo
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Soon as your boy hit the stage you know the screaming
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It's that pandemonium, if you know what I mean
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I throw that Eastside up, Compton to Decatur
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And on the Westside, I hit the homie Game up
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[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3]
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I used to be letting on, now the n?gas listening
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Big money talk, big joint to spark
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These Jordans on my feet, that's hoe big money walk
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Shawty give me head, like she don't need body parts
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Running my city like the King of New York
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Poppin' champagne, hit him with the cork
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Eating so good, n?ga need a fork
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And I ball hard, n?ga need a court
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The way lil mama give me brain, I swear she must have been a dork
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Durrrrrr, you know me I keep one rolled up
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Smoking with my bitch from overseas, where my Porsche from
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And these hating n?gas get no love
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I be rolling weed, getting rich, f-cking they bitch
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Letting you spend all of your m, sending her on trips
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I meet her there, you know, 'cus you smell the weed in her hair
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You worried bout me keeping it player, instead you failed
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Treated her fair, don't need to look, she in the air
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[Wiz - Chorus 3]
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Standing on the corner, talking that shit
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You ain't really saying nothing, just hating of him
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Every time I'm in my car I'm smoking that green
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Even though this real life, it's like a movie scene
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I ain't in the club...
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It don't matter where I go, I'm throwing my gang up
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Nobody used to know me but but
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Now a n-gga famous, now a n?ga famous
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Standing On A Corner
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| The Game |
