The Game, Jay Love - Hard Liquor (Interlude) lyrics

(Hard liquor)
Dre you must've been of the hennessy
When he did this my Nigga
(Hard liquor)
(Hard liquor)

(Is there anymore (hard liquor) )

(make sure that it's mixed and
Twisted with a little bit
Of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice
Yeah)

You know me I turn them
40 bottles upside down
Like niggaz with dead homies till it's
Empty like my 4 pound
Niggaz thinkin I'm drunk
Reach 4 my N.W.A chain and get
Ur ass beat wit da pump
Tell security it's Game plus 50
And he probably gets fucked up every
Night like Bobby did Whitney
Fuck poppin crystal
I got a bottle of henny
Me and my nine stay together
Like Hardaway and lil'Penny
I ain't here so u can ask about Em or Dre
I came to see some bitches
Shake their ass like Beyoncé
So let me be hov' 4 a minute
Get up in your hoe 4 a minute
And u could be my hoe 4 a minute
Like I'm Diddy
Be J-Lo 4 a minute
From the windows to the wall gettin
Low while I'm in it
All I gotta do is hit em with a Jay-Z line
Like u deserve to be my sunshine

See her on the Floor
She's sexy
Tell her where the af-
Ter party is
But make sure that you
See her friends before
Before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh

I'll spend a hundred dollars take
A bitch to the hyatt
Then treat her like Busta like
Her ass on fire
I'm a gangsta mah
I wanna see you wiggle your butt cheeks
Both hands round your ankles mah
All I wanna see is ass and titties
Shake it like they do in magic city
With T.I. in that mothafucka
I'm like 50, be high in this motha fucka
You the them gold D's on that Porsche Truck
I show you how gangstas fuck
My 45 to the back of your weak
Both of your arms in handcuffs
Take a bottle of Cisco to the head
See how you like getting fucked with
A pistol to ya head
Tell ya girls I fucked your brains out
We can do a manage-a-trois
Pull the whips and chains out
I tear that frame out
I ain't no stunt man
I pull that range out
"BITCH"

See her on the Floor
She's sexy
Tell her where the af-
Ter party is
But make sure that you
See her friends before
Before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh

I got 40's like the liquor store
Pour it on your weave like that
Bitch in the g-thang video
You look wet
Let me help you out your Von Dutch's
I know you used to niggas
Spinning but tonight I'm fucking
The truck stop, the rims spin
I know they hate me fuck em
It's killa cally nigga haters come
A dime a dozen
Load em shells then I get drunk pissy
This bottle of Hennessy got me
Wanting to fuck Missy
I'm a gangsta I can turn that bitch out
Play with her pussy then drop
Extasy in her crystal
60 seconds later I'm kicking that bitch out
Then ride down the show with the
4-5th out stop at the store
That bitch emptied my Cris out
Give me 50 feet or I'll empty this clip out
Niggas wanna know what this LA shit 'bout
Just visit when the Bloods and Crips' out

(Is there anymore any more (hard liquor) )

(make sure that it's mixed and
Twisted with a little bit
Of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice
Yeah)