The Game, Busta Rhymes - Brake Lights lyrics

My nigga Game
I remember when I first met the nigga!
Nigga hella-flamed up, flagging and all that
Nigga told me he come through Cedar Block
Out there in Compton and shit
I said if this was one of my niggas
From New York this nigga be my nigga
Even though he from the West Coast
He still my fuckin' nigga
Crazy shit though is even though it seem like
The homie be strugglin' between good and bad
At the end of the day
It always come from a genuine place
Love that nigga

I wake up in the morning
To Ciroc and some pancakes
Give a fuck about a bar, bitch
This a mixtape!
Give a fuck about a car, bitch, this a Rover!
You drivin' a mistake like me dissin' Hova


But I don’t give a fuck, nigga
Do it all again rule number one
Never make a rap nigga friend
But I run up on a muthafuckin' rap nigga Benz
In Miami feeling like Khaled
"All I do is win"
Eighty thousand on the bracelet
Watch got a face lift
Drivin' through the hood in
This muthafuckin' spaceship
Feelin' like the first man on the moon
Draped in all black, whole club full of goons
Pumpin' bottles 'til them pretty hoes move
Tonight I’m fuckin' with bitches with
Scars and bullet wounds
Live in that Ferrari, sleep in it like a tomb
Soo Woo straight up out my mama womb, nigga

I'm in all red like my brake lights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
Nigga gotta keep it trill
I’m blessed like the angel
On Rolls Phantom grill
Don’t make me hit my brake lights
It’s a cold world, but it don’t taste right
Gotta get it baked right
Eyes in the rear view
So I can see clear through the haters

From the cradle to the grave nigga
Do it hard body but I never fuck with a
Bitch with a hard body
Soft as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
Chillin' at the Mandalay, nice
Chandon on the ice
Swimmin' in this fuckin' money
Buy a hatin' nigga life
Ask about mine, nigga, I reply twice
Bitches run around my house, three blind mice
Get lost in this muthafucka
But I never get crossed in this muthafucka
Rottweilers at the door!
Dobermans by the pool, Dimes by the furnace
Live life like Capone cause
A muthafucka earned it
Paper planes with them hunnid dolla bills
Spent a couple mill but still, nigga

I'm in all red like my brake lights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
Nigga gotta keep it trill
I'm blessed like the angel
On Rolls Phantom grill
Don’t make me hit my brake lights
It’s a cold world, but it don’t taste right
Gotta get it baked right
Eyes in the rear view
So I can see clear through the haters

One love to my niggas, two claps for my hoes
Buy a dime piece some clothes, well nigga
I suppose i can get her Jimmy Choos
Don’t mean that I'ma do it
Went light skinned 'cause my first
Baby mama blew it
Now I’m stuntin’ on dem hoes
What happened to the Buick?
Nigga turned rap star, God bless music
Now a nigga gettin’ head whenever I choose it
Blues Brother’s jewels covered in
That new Goose n’
Grew up on that Snoop shit, Gin got me woozy
Got me feelin' sorry for my nigga Lil' Boosie
Turn up the fuckin’ radio, bang a lil' Gucci
Get high as a hummingbird
And touch a little coochie
Yeah, I’m a made man, bitch what you thought?
If I want an Aston, that fuckin’ bitch bought
Tell my nigga AR, 'Go open up the vault'
And fuck what it costs, money talk, nigga

I'm in all red like my brake lights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
Nigga gotta keep it trill
I'm blessed like the angel
On Rolls Phantom grill
Don’t make me hit my brake lights
It’s a cold world, but it don’t taste right
Gotta get it baked right
Eyes in the rear view
So I could see clear through the haters
I paint the whole town
Same color as my brake lights