The Game, Pharrell Williams - Dedicated lyrics
Pharrell Williams [Pharrell Lanscilo Williams] Virginia Beach, Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Game, Pharrell Williams - Dedicated lyrics]
Dedicated to the dirty South of course
Dedicated to all my niggas on the East
Dedicated to West Coast niggas is beasts
This from us to you and all of them
Don't get gas my nigga watch your rims
I started off in a hood
In what you would call a lemon
Me? I was a nerd
Niggas thought it was a gimmick
Now I got the maybach, curtains in linen
White maranella with the burgundy in it
Tinted?
For real
Now watch how we spin it
River side drive in about 5 minutes
4 5 2
Achoo
Make a nigga sneeze when we ride by you
Ice cream jeans with a march yellow top
Polo 7-5-8s with socks
Am I high?
Fa sho
How we count dough?
We count commas
Yall niggas count 0's
Come to VIP nigga we can count hos
Don't forget the candy pan sittin on vouges
Plus I got banana clips under my clothes
This is redicated to niggas that flips O's
Ayo come to Garcon
Y saunt lauran
You ever seen the hard bottoms
On a long vauze?
The bullets make a nigga hit
The bottom real hard
You ever seen the spikes on
The new Lou Vuittons
Spike a bitch drink make a bitch go hard
Red Air Max with the fuckin Go-Karts
When you already did it
What the fuck is go hard?
Synchronize automotives
Walk out with no charge
Wit yo broad
Oh lord, while your wife at somewhere typin
We on Rodeo somewhere swipin
You do it like Nike, my shit Lightnin
Back to back Lambo, inside frightnin
This shit criminal we should be indicted
Your chicks riding shotgun, had that as dikin
Like Paquiao fightin
This shit is exciting
Top down, bumpin Bar-Kays
Hermes bucket with the Tom Ford Shades
Four shades
Four seasons
Six-Fours
More reasons
More money
Whore season
Are you listenin mah?
Your cheesin
We at the Staples on the floor
Whole season
Its the pink slip club, nigga no leasin
Ya ex-boyfriend, Policin
Brush em off like my moncler fleece son
You know I'm gang affiliated
Don't get naughty
We could call henchmen
Or we could call shorty
Or we could call Hector
Or we could call Jorge
Papi owe me favors
I know he wont ignore me
Everybody loco niggas gotta show me
Tell ya girl there's a fire in my pants
Blow me