Busta Rhymes, The Game - Breakin' Rules lyrics
[Busta Rhymes, The Game - Breakin' Rules lyrics]
Now put your hands up
Baby I wanna see you move
If you wanna get it poppin than
Show me just how you do
You can either give me head
Or fuck my whole crew
If you into breaking rules than
Listen to what you do
So put your hands up
Nigga I wanna see your jewels
If you never met a gangsta I
Show you just how we do
If you blink or move you on
The 9 o clock news i’m riding with flipmode
You ain't fucking with my crew
Being that gangsta nigga game tied
Combine a great mind with Dr
Dre outside the club you form a great line
You not a thug you ain't
Even in the club nigga
Roll up in the spot with a
Bunch of ceder block blood niggas
Scud missiles launch, holla like a bud nigga
Don’t stop, make the bitches follow
While you ponder on my moves
Shit is kinda strange flipmode aftermath
Bank account number change
Since day 1 nigga east coast stompin
Game told me come through take
A lil trip to Compton
The way they live around here
The shit is evident they do how like we buy
Weed down on on President (Westside)
Same hood shit homes
You know we do it proper
At the Vibe award my Ratchet woulda
Really repped the Doctor nigga
Look close you see the damage I’m bringing
Aftermath nigga thats the band Im swinging
You think you got a nigga shook right
What you look like
In the club only Yankee fitted
With a red light look left look right
Nigga we don’t tuck ice
Me and Busta Rhymes shine
Like Diesel truck lights
Styling with my chucks on
Gold chain plus stones
On the stores track I run
The city like Puff Combs
And ever since they put Buss on
We be dropping gangsta shit while
My competition making love songs
I got no problem watching Snoop
Getting his cuz on
Thank Jimmy Iovine for letting me
Put the buzz on it
They say I’m borderline disrespectful
I tell em suck my dick long
As my wrist and neck glow
I put chicks on xo then
Show em the breast stroke
Hurricane game I splash and let her legs go
Far as my checks go got cribs in escrow
In three years flat Im crowned
King of the west coast
Im bout the only rapper
That ain't been jacked
How was that? cuz I pack that mack
Don’t make me clap cuz I going off yack
On a Scott Storch track
So sniff these lines while I chop that crack
You can sip that surp while
We flip these birds
B stars flipmode thats what you
Heard coming out that trunk
I pump that base with a red
Bandana tied around my face
And a Louie V belt wrapped around my waist
Im so ridiculous
Ignorant thats just how I was raised
Inconsiderate, belligerent and niggas
Would say i ain't finish another album
Without f-ckin with Dre
He can’t finish Detox without f-ckin with me
Cus I’m young and I’m sick and I’m CPT
And I’m dumb and I’m rich niggas can’t see me
With red beams on the S-C-O-P-E
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
Baby I wanna see you move
If you wanna get it poppin than
Show me just how you do
You can either give me head
Or fuck my whole crew
If you into breaking rules than
Listen to what you do
So put your hands up
Nigga I wanna see your jewels
If you never met a gangsta I
Show you just how we do
If you blink or move you on
The 9 o clock news i’m riding with flipmode
You ain't fucking with my crew
Being that gangsta nigga game tied
Combine a great mind with Dr
Dre outside the club you form a great line
You not a thug you ain't
Even in the club nigga
Roll up in the spot with a
Bunch of ceder block blood niggas
Scud missiles launch, holla like a bud nigga
Don’t stop, make the bitches follow
While you ponder on my moves
Shit is kinda strange flipmode aftermath
Bank account number change
Since day 1 nigga east coast stompin
Game told me come through take
A lil trip to Compton
The way they live around here
The shit is evident they do how like we buy
Weed down on on President (Westside)
Same hood shit homes
You know we do it proper
At the Vibe award my Ratchet woulda
Really repped the Doctor nigga
Look close you see the damage I’m bringing
Aftermath nigga thats the band Im swinging
You think you got a nigga shook right
What you look like
In the club only Yankee fitted
With a red light look left look right
Nigga we don’t tuck ice
Me and Busta Rhymes shine
Like Diesel truck lights
Styling with my chucks on
Gold chain plus stones
On the stores track I run
The city like Puff Combs
And ever since they put Buss on
We be dropping gangsta shit while
My competition making love songs
I got no problem watching Snoop
Getting his cuz on
Thank Jimmy Iovine for letting me
Put the buzz on it
They say I’m borderline disrespectful
I tell em suck my dick long
As my wrist and neck glow
I put chicks on xo then
Show em the breast stroke
Hurricane game I splash and let her legs go
Far as my checks go got cribs in escrow
In three years flat Im crowned
King of the west coast
Im bout the only rapper
That ain't been jacked
How was that? cuz I pack that mack
Don’t make me clap cuz I going off yack
On a Scott Storch track
So sniff these lines while I chop that crack
You can sip that surp while
We flip these birds
B stars flipmode thats what you
Heard coming out that trunk
I pump that base with a red
Bandana tied around my face
And a Louie V belt wrapped around my waist
Im so ridiculous
Ignorant thats just how I was raised
Inconsiderate, belligerent and niggas
Would say i ain't finish another album
Without f-ckin with Dre
He can’t finish Detox without f-ckin with me
Cus I’m young and I’m sick and I’m CPT
And I’m dumb and I’m rich niggas can’t see me
With red beams on the S-C-O-P-E
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode