The Game - I'm So Wavy lyrics

Niggas pop tags, I pop the four-five
Niggas got swag, I got the Tek-9
Niggas got cash better run it
Only dubs and hundreds, I don't do fifties
Nigga
And I don't do 50-year-old Jiggas
Off that boss black Lamborghini
Interior soft crack
Louis V golf hat, feelin' like a Tiger
I made something out of
Nothin' like MacGyver
Started from an eighth, flipped it to a key
I got 'em like ay, trappin' like Gucci
Plus I get more green than bleu cheese
And I keep a red bandana in my blue jeans
So, nigga calm your nerves
With all that absurd
Far from the curb bullshit slash spoken word
You nerd I'm from the same
City as Venus and Serena
So don't get served I'm so wavy
I don't need no yacht
Ain't no Big Pimpin' on my block
But I'm an underground king
Peace to Pimp C
Yeah
Catch me ridin' through the hood
20-10 Bentley
You got cheese and I kill rats
Translation: I still trap now
Do something with that
Or respond to this and with them big-ass lips
You got my name in your mouth
I hope it tastes like this-Ahh
No homo, one more time-Ahh that's your promo
And I been hard to the core since I went solo
Only man on my horse like my all-black Polo
And where I'm 'bout to go
Is usually a no no
But I'm loco, got the camel in a chokehold
Tryna son me, I'm not from NYC
You can't even have a child by your Destiny
And I ain't mean to take a shot at B
I blacked out like you did Free
'Cause I'm so wavy
Too hardcore to be a Jay-Z
Rock more red than Weezy Baby
Please say the Baby
Been around for years, so bitch
Don't Drake me
And this is not a diss
'Cause I was just out in LA with Drake
Bitch
And no disrespect to G and Hip-Hop
But nigga I'm a G and
I'm doing this for hip-hop
And that's 'Ye's brother
And 'Ye my nigga so
I'mma give him some advice: Get
Rid of Amber Rose!
I'mma tell you how she get down
I was at Dig's afterparty, sippin' Cris
She was whisperin' to Chris Brown
I seen Chris turn his head like "No!"
Then Gold Digger came on, I pointed like
"Hoe!"
But this ain't 'bout her, this about Hov
I'mma chop down the Roc and
Take it to the stove
I apologize to B, 'cause this about Hov
I'ma chop down the Roc and
Take it to the stove
"D.O.A.?" No! T-Pain stays, old nigga goes
I'm so wavy too hardcore to be a Jay-Z
All up in your ear like Drake beats
So the nigga that cut 'Ye couldn't fade me
You took a shot and the shit grazed me
I wet up your block just like the Navy
Put a label on the shit and write "Play Me"
DJs go in, DJs go in
Cause I'm so

Funk Flex, you my nigga. Clue
What up? DJ Enuff. I know y'all can't play
This shit. It's too wavy. And Jay
Your boy, it's all good though
Y'all still my niggas. DJ
Drama, Kay Slay, lock in. I mean
This shit so hot DJ Whoooooo
Kid might spin this
Shit at 50's birthday party. DJ Skee! Khaled
Know we the best! Yo, Don Cannon
Cannon! I know y'all niggas locked in

DJ Chris Styles! Young Legend
Nu Jerzey Devil
DJ Felli Fel! Ed Deluxe, D Man
Ride this shit straight through
Big Boy Neighborhood! Kid Capri
Tell Hovi Hov leave that
Young nigga alone! I mean, DJ Red Alert
What up OG? RED Album comin' soon

I see you downloadin' my swag
Camelface. Blueprint 3 gon' sell
More cigarettes than it
Do records, nigga. Now I know why
The taxes went up on tobacco
Motherfucker

Heard 'bout your little fight
Backstage with Kanye
Too. I got a million
Dollars say Kanye knocked
That nigga the fuck out. Just tryna
Make good music, is all he tryna do. Shit
'choo fuckin' with
'Ye for? "D.O.A." nigga? Please. I
Love 808s and Heartbreaks
Nigga Love Lockdown my shit

And tell the world why Chris Brown wasn't
At the BET Awards? This nigga
Told BET if they let Chris Breezy
Him and Beyonce stayin' at home
Ol' bitter ass nigga

Nigga, Dame, man
That's your man. You and Dame was mans
And 'em. You and Dame used to
Be tighter than giraffe pussy and shit. You
Know your man having financial problems
And shit. You number one on
The Forbes list, nigga
You make 35 million and shit
Give a nigga a milli or sum'. I'd
Give it to him myself, but shit
I was only #13, nigga, on the list
Way down there with Jeezy and shit
Earned 7 million this year so far. But
I'm on tour, nigga, Lamborghini Tour
Live from
Switzerland, I gets it in. Shit
I could use 28 more million
But I wouldn't trade
Spots with you on the
Motheruckin' Forbes list
For that nose and them lips
Nigga. My nigga Jay

And last but not least, peace to M.I.A.
Cause the Roc about to be MIA
No one on the corner got a swagger like you
'cause no one on the fuckin' corner is 42